Minho finds himself seeing things he cannot explain about a certain past from a book and now watching himself change and going back to the past to meet him, Bang Chan. Watch him as he takes his opportunity to change the story in another lifetime. Reedited: 04-07-24 Finished: 07-31-25

***Minho-centric*** "I'm... pregnant." Silence. Deafening, suffocating silence. It was terrifying. "You're WHAT?!" The voice-angry, panicked-cut through the stillness like a blade. Minho instinctively took a step back, his hand pressing protectively over his belly. A sigh. A slow, deep breath. "You know what to do. Kill it." OR Minho was born into a prestigious pure alpha bloodline, where omegas were despised and considered weak. Everyone simply assumed he was an alpha-his parents never bothered to confirm it either. To them, their child had to be an alpha, anything less was a disgrace. Raised under relentless expectations, he struggled with an unexplainable frailty that only fueled their disappointment. Since he couldn't be of any use as an 'alpha', his pack found another way to make him valuable-whether he wanted it or not. But when Minho found himself pregnant, everything changed. His unborn child became his entire world, the one thing he wanted to protect above all else. In a desperate attempt to save his baby, he took a step toward freedom, only to fall into a greater trap instead, one that left both their lives hanging by a thread. Whether he had landed in heaven or hell, however, was yet to be decided. Portuguese translation available: www.wattpad.com/story/393192824-lágrimas-carmesins-𝗣𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗞𝗭 Thanks to @nycksbffjf

Minho has spent his whole life obeying orders. His father-the most feared mafia boss in Seoul-trained him from the age of twelve for one purpose: kill Seo Changbin, the only man powerful enough to rival him. To do it, Minho must earn Changbin's trust. Work for him. Get close. Then strike. It's a clean plan. But what happens when Minho starts to question everything? When the ruthless man he's supposed to kill turns out to be loyal, lonely, and far more human than he was ever meant to be? And worse... What if Changbin has known all along? ❗️Reminder❗️ None of this is real and it's just fiction for fun. I do not own any of stray kids members and have no business in them but to Stan them.

Bang Chan, the only son of the Christopher family, wasn't particularly eager for marriage. But with no romantic ties of his own and the undeniable benefits of the alliance, he agreed. A marriage of convenience-practical, simple. Or so he thought. Little did he know, he wasn't just bringing home a husband. He was inviting hell itself into his life. Minho had three years to play with. And he intended to make every single moment a nightmare-just for fun.

Bang Chan, the notorious mafia boss... Lee Minho, the boy who just lost his father... Tricked into a marriage they never wanted. The two were forced to be husbands and they would rather be anywhere else but alongside each other. Though, as time passes, they start to see that maybe... maybe, they're more similar than they'd originally thought. TOP CHAN BOTTOM MINHO Contains: - boyxboy - mature language - mature themes - ANGST - smut - enemies to lovers - violence - weapons - criminal gang stuff - forced marriage ^^ if you're uncomfortable with topics don't read the book but if you do, don't blame me if you don't like it🙄❤️ START: 20 April, 2025 FINISH : 7 September, 2025

They told Jisung to be careful with this one. They used words like "calculated", "emotionally disconnected", and "selectively mute." They said he doesn't bite - unless he wants to. They warned Jisung not to get attached, not to get comfortable. They never said he'd be beautiful. Jisung watches from behind the glass. The hybrid stands barefoot on the cold concrete floor, black tail flicking absently behind him like the second hand of a quiet clock. Minho. Cat-type. Government-labeled "unfit for civilian adoption" - until now. His ears twitch once. He's heard Jisung arrive. Minho doesn't look at him. He never does. That's the first thing Jisung notices about him - the deliberate ignorance. Most hybrids observe. Most hybrids flinch. Minho doesn't. Minho waits. Like a storm. Like a trap. The case file says he hasn't spoken in months. Not since the last handler, whose name is redacted. Jisung shouldn't be curious about that. But he is. He also shouldn't feel anything when the hybrid finally glances over his shoulder - just once - eyes flickering gold in the fluorescent light. He's not supposed to feel... watched. "You can open the door," a voice says behind him. Jisung hesitates. "I thought he was considered-" he starts, but the officer shrugs. "Dangerous? Yeah. But he likes the quiet ones." The door hisses open, and Jisung steps into the room. The air shifts immediately - cold, clinical, but the tension in his spine isn't from the chill. It's the way Minho tilts his head. The way he breathes. The way his eyes trail him like Jisung is the one being evaluated. "You're not scared," Minho says. Not a question. The first words he's spoken in half a year. And it's not Minho's voice that startles Jisung. It's the way it makes his chest tighten. Like he's just stepped into a room that locks from the inside.

Bang Chan x Lee Minho Minho -bottom Chan -top Secret relationship...

Before we had The Bartender And The Thief, we had the middleground and the owner. We had Seo and we had Mins. We had the mystery of who Lee Minho really was. From the very beginning when he first stepped foot into The Three Arms, back in the cold September before the Indian Summer. A PREQUEL TO THE BARTENDER AND THE THIEF - HYUNSUNG

Hyunjin works the nights pouring drinks and making people more drunk. Jisung works the nights taking everything that isn't his, 'finders keepers' he says. And they have one thing in common, their favourite song: The Bartender And The Thief by Stereophonics

Chan couldn't feel much. Not joy, not pain, not love. Alexithymia, they called it-a life without emotions. To him, relationships were pointless tangles he'd rather avoid. Minho, on the other hand, had felt too much. His last relationship left his heart in pieces, and now he swore he'd never give it away again. When their paths crossed at his ex's wedding, sparks didn't fly-they struck a deal instead. No love, no strings, just an escape from the noise of the world. But unspoken rules have a way of breaking. And so do hearts.