minho and chan were the dream couple of the college campus. They were like salt and pepper. That was until chan unexpectedly decided to end it, leaving Minho a heartbroken mess. Little did he know, Minho was planning to tell chan something that would sooner or later change his life. This includes - - mpreg -swearing

"𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖓𝖎𝖕𝖊𝖗...𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖋𝖊." | minho is spoiled and chan spoils him | mafia au |

Cold. Powerful. Untouchable. That's how everyone describes Bangchan. When his father arranges a marriage to strengthen his power, Chan lets it happen. To Chan, it's just another deal. He excepts a woman. Instead, Lee Minho shows up. Quiet, insecure, and unprepared for the world he's stepping into. Minho thinks this marriage means protection. Chan thinks it means nothing at all. What begins as an unwanted marriage, turns into something they both would never expect. #1 in minchan & #5 in skz !!🥹💕

"Pretty boy hold up!" Chan paused at the voice, almost falling flat on his face as his ankles crossed over each other in a helpless loop. He looked at Minho, who was majestic as ever, warm yellow shirt tucked in at the waist, sleeves rolled back to expose those unfair forearms. Minho blew a ring of smoke past his lips, cigarette curled between his fingers, like an old soul trapped in the body of a nineteen year old. Chan awkwardly leaned against the counter, huge frame shadowing Minho. Leaning his jaw lower to meet Minho's gaze head on. He adjusted the snapback on his head for the fourth time, arms crossing over his chest, then immediately thrusting back into the pockets of his board shorts, muscles flexing with each movement. Minho seemed to catch onto Chan's fidgeting. "Easy," Minho said gently, blowing out another ring of smoke. "I only wanted your name." Chan paused. "Why would you need my name when you always call me your pretty boy?"

An OT8 werewolves story , you will learn more when you read

In a world governed by the intoxicating pull of pheromones and the rigid laws of dynamics, Lee Minho is a ghost, labeled as Void by the Bureau.Without the pheromones of an Omega or the heat that defines his existence, he is nothing more than a clerical error to the Government Placement Bureau and a discarded tool to the packs that came before. He has been taught, through years of cold bruises and sharper words, that his only value lies in his silence and his invisibility. To the world, he is broken. To Minho, he is simply waiting for the day he is finally discarded for good. When he is transferred into the custody of the Bang Pack, a pack consisting of seven formidable Alphas with enough power to level a city.Minho knows the routine. He will scrub their floors, stay out of their sight, and wait for the inevitable moment they realize he is broken and send him to the Institution. But for the first time, the 'Dead Zone' is met with something he doesn't know how to survive: gentleness. Minho has spent his life mastering the art of being a ghost, but how can he remain invisible when seven predators are determined to make him whole? And as the walls around his heart begin to crumble, will he find the sanctuary he never dared to dream of, or will the weight of his own trauma destroy the only home that has ever tried to keep him? . . . . . 🌸Welcome to The Scent of Silence🌸 ⛓Started on: 26/01/2026⛓ ⛓Completed on: 09/03/2026⛓ #1 alphajeongin 28/01/2026 #1 alphafelix 29/01/2026 #1 minchan 01/02/2026 #1 alphachangbin 03/02/2026 #1 alphabangchan 21/02/2026 #1 alphahyunjin 04/01/2026 #1 alphajisung 04/03/2026 #1 alphaseungmin 07/03/2026 #1 jeongmin 29/03/2026 #2 straykidsau 06/02/2026 #3 changmin 06/02/2026 #5 pack 09/02/2026 #10 minlix 28/01/2026 #12 hyunho 28/01/2026 #14 2min 28/01/2026

Born a prince but raised in silence, Minho grows up unwanted in his own palace, overshadowed by a sister adored by the kingdom. Love becomes something he watches from a distance, never something meant for him. When Prince Chan arrives from a neighboring kingdom, brought by whispers of alliances and inevitable marriages, Minho doesn't expect the quiet way Chan sees him...or the feelings that follow. As duty tightens its grip and secrets unfold, Minho finds comfort in stolen moments, unsent words, and a love he was never supposed to have. In a world where crowns decide fate, Minho must choose between remaining the forgotten son... or reaching for a love that finally chooses him.

Bang Chan lives by a single promise: to never love again. His world begins and ends with his four-year-old son, Jeongin, the living memory of a wife he lost too soon. He is the cold, efficient CEO of Bang Industries, shielded by walls no one can climb. Until Lee Minho arrives. Quiet, grieving, and fragile, Minho is a ghost in Felix's home, haunted by the accident that took his parents. While Chan fights a failing body he refuses to acknowledge, Minho prepares to make the ultimate sacrifice in secret. Can a heart promised to the past learn to beat for the person saving its future?

Bang Chan is a CEO at his company, while Lee know works at a cafe, but Chan and Lee know parents wanted them in an arranged marriage.

"Pull the trigger, Detective. Months and months of playing with your head, this will be where you snap." The voice was smooth, edges coiled in the same cold stoicism it had carried since day one. Chan exhaled shakily, swallowing hard enough that his throat burned. "I can't do it." The words rushed out too fast, jaw ticking as his arm stayed locked in place. Minho's smirk curved, slow and delicious. "I have done nothing to you in order for you to not be able to shoot me." Ghost stepped forward, deliberately pressing his chest against the barrel of the gun, rainwater trailing down strands of blonde hair. "I am not the reason you have lost your head, Chris." Chan shoved the gun harder into his chest, breath stuttering. Don't listen to him. Don't listen to him. Don't fucking listen to him. After all this time, he had been too stupid. "You could kill me if you want," Minho continued calmly, "But we both know that you are too attached to me to go through with it. Your mind is mine. You'll think of me even after I am dead. I curated you into this corruption. I will be the mistake you never stop making. The thought you will not be able to control." His eyes gleamed, rain mixing with something darker. "Ironic, isn't it?" he murmured. "That your mind ended up belonging a serial killer. When you are a figure of jurisdiction." He leaned closer, voice dropping to a whisper. "And the cruelest part?" "Is that it is not just your mind that I own, it is your heart too."