"You need to get laid." San froze. The room went quiet for a beat-just the hum of amps cooling down. Then Yunho *whooped*, Jongho choked on his water, and Yeosang's eyebrows shot up. San's face burned. "What the fuck, Hwa?" Seonghwa shrugged, unrepentant. "You've been a monk for, what, six months? Since-" He caught himself, glanced at Yeosang, then barreled on. "Since *forever*. You're wound tighter than Hongjoong's guitar strings." Hongjoong nodded solemnly. "Fact. And I've got just the guy." San groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "No. Absolutely not." "Come on," Hongjoong wheedled. "He's annoying. Cute. Total brat. *Your type*." Yunho clapped San on the back. "Do it. Live a little. Worst case, you get a funny story." Jongho grinned. "Best case, you forget how to frown." San opened his mouth to argue, but the words stuck. Last time he'd hooked up-*fuck*, that had been a disaster. Some model with a laugh like a hyena and a fetish for biting. He'd bailed before the Uber even pulled up. But the band was staring, Seonghwa's eyes soft with concern, Hongjoong's practically sparkling with mischief. "Fine," San muttered. "Whatever. Just... shut up." Woosan story

It was supposed to be a one-night thing: hot, rough and anonymous. Hongjoong didn't ask for a name and he didn't offer his. He just took the white-haired stranger home, fucked him against the door, and let him walk away like it meant nothing. That was always the rule. No ties. No morning after. But when the new semester starts and that same stranger walks into his dorm room with a fucking suitcase, a smile, and bruises Hongjoong put there, the universe makes one thing very clear: He's not just a hookup anymore. He's Hongjoong's new roommate. And his name is Park Seonghwa.

"Watch it Mr.Criminal, I may devote myself to saving lives but I'll gladly take yours." "Go ahead, bunny. I'm all yours." ---------------°•°---------------- Secrets were always meant to stay buried. Atleast that's what Seonghwa thought. ---------------°•°---------------- Acting upon his dispatch, Seonghwa never thought that he'd be dragged aboard the criminal life. Hongjoong, more commonly known as Monarch, had posed a threat to many. His unwavering threats, his commitment to his terrors and worst of all, his erotic behaviour all captured Seonghwa by surprise. A knife wound. A knife wound and suddenly all that Seonghwa thought was real, came tumbling down. A glance. A single glance and suddenly Hongjoong was obsessed. Gathering information, secrets and everything inbetween, he had managed to worm himself into the paramedic's life despite his consistent whining. And now, with haunting of his brother's death, Seonghwa is forced into hunting for the truth. Of course, Hongjoong was there too. So, with drunken whispers, faux truths, misplaced glances, and stalking footsteps, Seonghwa is forced to solve his past alongside his worst enemy, Hongjoong. Maybe, they'd always be enemies...or, maybe they'd become something far more dangerous for Seonghwa's liking. ---------------°•°---------------- ateez!racerAU Matz centered ♡

"He doesn't deserve you," San said, his voice hard. "He never did." Seonghwa sighed. "I keep thinking... maybe if I try harder, he'll notice me. Maybe he'll love me." San shook his head. "You can't make someone love you, Seonghwa. But I..." He hesitated, his eyes intense. "I already do." Seonghwa's breath caught. "San..." "You don't have to say it back," San said quickly. "Just... know that I mean it." Seonghwa nodded, his heart pounding. He wanted to say it, wanted to let himself fall, but the weight of his bond with Hongjoong held him back. Seonghwa is caught between his loyalty to his mate, hongjoong, and his desperate desire for San. (Omegaverse) Sanhwa/seongjoong

I zipped my pants back up. Yunho layed on the bed, still catching his breath. I put my shirt back on and fixed my hair a little in his mirror. "... There's this new movie that just came out... Don't you wanna stay over and watch it?" He asked. I scoffed. "What do you think?" I asked. "... Uhh..." he looked away. "Exactly." He looked utterly defeated. I almost felt a little guilty. "... Are you sure you don't wanna stay?" He asked. "Nerd. I've got stuff to do. People to be with." I said. "Why don't you wanna be with me? Am I not a person?" He asked. I sighed. "You know the agreement. Nothing more, nothing less." I said and left. I could hear him crawling deeper under the comforter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mingi is a rich jock who everyone loves. Yunho is a rich nerd who everyone hates. They're friends with benefits. Yunho yearns for affection and love, drinks every touch and word in that Mingi says, while Mingi only uses Yunho as a quick fix... Yunho knows but doesn't care. Any attention is better than no attention, right? Ranks: 🥉: Yungi

In a world where Alpha, Beta, and Omega dynamics define more than instinct, Bruce Wayne has spent years suppressing his omega nature-until Clark Kent, a steadfast Alpha, slowly breaks through his walls. As their bond deepens, Bruce must confront long-buried fears of vulnerability, family, and the very instincts he's fought to control.

"I'm not saying pretend he doesn't exist," "But don't let one ghost unravel everything. Not today." And that's exactly what Hongjoong did. - bl, angst, seongjoong, coming of age/highschool/adult au, forbidden lovers, ateez

HR said not to mix business with pleasure. Neither of them listened. - "Staring at the boss's office like that'll get you a raise," Wooyoung said, suddenly perched on the edge of Seonghwa's desk. "I was spacing out," Seonghwa lied easily. "You've got that matchmaking look in your eye again. Don't you dare try to fix him." -

Hongjoong knows he's falling for his FWB, but he's failed every relationship he's been in and he's afraid to fuck things up. Seonghwa knows his FWB is not a relationship guy, but he can't help but pine over him anyway. They can't risk what they already have in case they lose what they really want, so they use their mouths for kissing instead of talking.

as seonghwa's quiet mental health collapse progresses from lying on floors to full-blown psychosis, hongjoong flourishes in a new solo career start, unwittingly leaving the love of his life behind. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.