"Where the fuck is Perth? He's been afk for almost 10 minutes now." "I'm betting my 20,000 won in my wallet that he's getting his dick sucked behind the screen right now." "Fuck," A laughter rings in the background. "Why does that make sense? The bastard is muted too." Santa blushes profusely, an embarrassed whine slipping past his lips as he hides his face. His asshole of a boyfriend had the audacity to laugh behind him at that. "Well, it seems like he's not anymore." "Don't be rude and say hi to them, baby." "Bro, speak up and at least defend yourself if you're not gonna help us out here in the top lane. Jesus." "What? Phi..." "... Santa? Is that you?"

THIS FIC WAS INSPIRED (@VickTrub)~twitter account. She inspired me to write this I wouldn't have written this if it wasn't for her 🫶🏼. In their tiny dorm room, shy and invisible Pobmek secretly burns for the cold, untouchable Solar. But his arrogant, loud roommate Tawan has already claimed Solar as his next conquest, openly fantasizing every night about pinning him down, taking his time, and ruining him for anyone else. Torn between his gentle longing and Tawan's filthy confidence, Pobmek wonders how long he can stay silent before he finally breaks and fights for what he wants.

Two souls drifting through the city's chaos, tethered by dreams no one else seems to understand. For Perth, music is his only escape from a painful past; for Santa, dance is the only way to breathe. A chance encounter in the rain binds them in ways neither expects, pulling them toward a connection that might finally heal old wounds and light the way forward. But beneath Perth's quiet intensity lies a secret he's kept buried-a shadow from his past that threatens to resurface. Unresolved, it looms over their newfound closeness, casting doubt on his ability to open his heart. As he and Santa grow closer, the past he's tried to forget edges into the present, forcing him to confront parts of himself he's hidden from everyone, even Santa. In the end, their bond may be the only thing strong enough to withstand the truth... or the very thing that unravels it.

Two boys. One cramped cabin. A secret that could shatter everything. Perth is a master at shutting the world out, but he can't seem to shut out Santa. The most popular boy in school is suddenly everywhere Perth is, looking at him with an intensity that is equal parts terrifying and magnetic. As the days at the integration camp blur into tense, sleepless nights, Perth realizes the boy who shines like the sun is harboring a very dark shadow. Perth doesn't know what Santa is hiding. He only knows that every time they get close, his carefully built world threatens to fall apart. Will Perth rebuild his walls, or will he finally step into the dark?

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐓𝐨𝐩: Hyunjin 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦: Felix 𝐓𝐨𝐩: Minho 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦: Jisung 𝐓𝐖: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭. etc... NO ART BELONGS TO ME

Perth notices him on a night when nothing should have stood out. A boy in a red hood. Always alone. Always leaving before anyone thinks to stop him. Santa doesn't speak much. He doesn't explain himself. He appears in the same places at the same hours, like a habit the city refuses to break and yet no one seems to remember him the way Perth does. Curiosity turns into vigilance. Vigilance turns into something dangerously close to attachment. The more Perth watches, the more he realizes Santa isn't hiding from the world he's protecting himself from being known. From being found. But mysteries don't stay silent forever. As fragments of Santa's past begin to surface, Perth is forced to confront the line between noticing someone and claiming them, between protection and possession. Because some boys aren't meant to be chased. And some are worth staying for.

Perth Vichayut Tanapon-CEO of the Vichayut Group by day, ruthless mafia ruler of the underworld by night. Feared by all, unforgiving to traitors, and never outsmarted... until one night at a bar. When Perth's eyes met Santa's, something shifted. Unlike everyone else who trembled before him, Santa's gaze didn't falter. Perth wanted him instantly. But Santa was different-his identity hidden, his tracks erased, as if someone powerful was protecting him. Not from the underworld, because nothing in Perth's empire went unnoticed. What will happen when Perth discovers who Santa truly is? Will his obsession remain lust, or transform into something far more dangerous... or sweeter? ------------------------------------------------------------------ Just writing for fun, Hope you all enjoy 🖤🤍✨

Waylon stopped speaking after the night that changed everything. Silence became the only way he knew how to survive. At a school ruled by a powerful secret society, silence makes him a target. Whispers follow him everywhere, reminding him that everyone knows the secret he tried to bury. The only person who seems to understand his silence is the one person he should hate. Yulien Blander. His enemy. In a world built on secrets and betrayal, Waylon might discover that the person he fears most is the only one who can save him.

In the night, a fire breaks out. Nathanël Miller is accused of voluntary fire and of non-assistance to a person in danger. Overnight, his parents put him in a center for minors. Strangely, he does not protest. As if all this were indifferent to him. Shortly after, he is transferred to a new establishment reserved for boys. An unknown place, strict rules, faces that he does not know. Nathanël has only one objective: to stay alone. Yet, he had not foreseen Mawel Johnson. Clingy, annoying, impossible to ignore, Mawel seems determined to intrude into his life at all costs. And despite all his efforts to move away from him, Nathanël could well discover that some barriers, even the strongest, are made to fall.

☾ BLOOD ON THE CROWN ☽ Enemies to lovers | Mafia heirs | Slowest burn you'll ever fucking scream at. In Seoul's underworld, only one throne matters. Two heirs want it. Only one can sit on it. And they'd rather carve each other's hearts out than share. Hwang Hyunjin (24) Cold. Cruel. Untouchable. The Hwang empire's golden son who doesn't give a fuck about power; he was born in it, bathed in it, and he's bored of it. All he wants is for the annoying blond psycho to stop trying to murder him every five seconds. Lee Yongbok (Felix) (23) Beautiful. Ruthless. Starving for fear. The Lee family's secret weapon with a smile sharp enough to cut throats and a voice deep enough to make angels sin. He will become the most feared name in this city, even if he has to step over Hyunjin's corpse to do it. They've hated each other since they were teenagers. Guns drawn at galas. Knives under tables. Blood on marble floors. Every encounter ends in threats, broken glass, and tension so thick you could choke on it. But hate and want are two sides of the same blade. 20 chapters of pure venom, filthy tension, and "touch him and die" glares before either of them even thinks about admitting they're obsessed. Knives against throats. Whiskey on lips. Hands fisted in shirts that should've been ripped off ten chapters ago. This isn't a love story. This is war. And the battlefield just got a lot wetter. Warning: strong language in every chapter, violence, explicit sexual content (later), power play, morally black characters, and two idiots who would rather burn the city down than say "I want you" before chapter 20.