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Hyunjin was promised a private dorm. After all, he's used to getting what he wants - rich, popular, effortlessly talented, and just a little too obsessed with silence. That is, until a last-minute housing mix-up drops a transfer student from Sydney right onto his neatly folded side of the room. Felix is everything Hyunjin isn't prepared for: sunshine in human form, playlists always playing, and a tendency to bake at 2AM when homesickness hits. He hums when he thinks, smiles when he sleeps, and slowly chips away at every cold wall Hyunjin's built around himself. They're not enemies, not really. More like... allergic to each other's habits. At least at first. But somewhere between passive-aggressive post-it notes, shared midnight snacks, and spring afternoons spent not avoiding each other, something soft begins to bloom. Surely it can't be... love?

Just a cozy ski trip once a year like always. Right? But now throw in some romance, drama and grudges and a whole new kind of trip has begun. Hasn't happened yet but please don't steal my work ;) #2 in Minho!!! 11/17/25 #2 in straykids!!! 12/27/25

𝘛𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶. Hyunjin, 18, had a dark experience and loathed carriers. That's until he met Lee Felix and his days were watched by the gorgeous blond, which he can't complain about so he might as well enjoy it. a/n: - two chapters every six days because i'm taking things slow these days💛 - this story will be long and goes very slow - i don't know yet if i will include smut in it or not so for now the mature rating is still off, i'll turn it on later if i decide to write it - that's all and hope you enjoy the story ✨

Jisung has always been a troubled kid, wearing clothes his parents didn't approve of, wearing occasional makeup, skipping classes, disrespecting teachers, and atrocious grades. Not to mention his issues, anxiety, self harm, etc. He had given up on himself and his family a long time ago. He was constantly running away from home, often getting caught. But one day, just when he thought he was free, he saw something he shouldn't. TW: -Self Harm -Heavy cursing -Smut -Abuse -Drinking, Smoking, Drug mentions -Gore, Murder, Violence, etc -Boy x Boy (If you don't like it get out because I don't care and I don't want hate comments. Thank you) SHIPS: -Minsung (Obviously) -Hyunlix -Changmin -Jeongchan Friend Groups: Minho's friend group: -Minho -Felix -Seungmin -Chan Jisung's friend group: -Jisung -Hyunjin -Changbin -Jeongin Best Rankings: #1 in bang!!! #19 in changmin #86 in jeongchan #105 in yongbok #258 in hyunlix #298 in kimseungmin #328 in yangjeongin #338 in seochangbin #408 in felix #436 in hwanghyunjin #463 in minsung August 25th 2025

one is a mafia leader and one is a doctor. wrong place at the wrong time. what happens when the two crosses paths? some will call it fate, but han jisung would definitely call it a living hell. #3 in #minsung | out of 12k+ stories | 24.02.16 #1 in #skz | out of 26,4k+ stories | 24.03.15 started: july 6th, 2023 ended: january 29th, 2024

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ Han Jisung talks too much, laughs too loudly, and lives like he's on fast-forward. With ADHD and a heart worn on his sleeve, he's the chaotic storm that crashes into a classroom ruled by silence. Lee Minho doesn't talk unless he has to-and when he does, it cuts. Cold, distant, and broken in ways no one dares to ask about, he wears his bitterness like armor. After the sudden death of his abusive parents, Minho only sinks deeper into himself. Until Jisung shows up. At first, they hate each other. Then... something shifts. Something burns. A slow descent into something electric, dangerous, and real. Jisung wants to understand him. Minho doesn't want to be understood. But in the quiet moments, when no one's looking, they find something they never thought they'd deserve. Love. And maybe-salvation. ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ !Warning! -Vulgar language -Conversations about a suicide attempt -self-harm. Objs. I don't ship idols or sexualize them, everything written in there is just fiction # 73 - bl - 02.12.2025 # 72 - seungbin - 02.12.2025 # 423 - boysinlove - 06. 12. 2025 # 221 - boyxboy - 17. 12. 2025 # 128 - school - 22.12.2025

Two idols. One dance. No room for mistakes. Hwang Hyunjin and Lee Felix have always been distant - colleagues, not quite friends, not quite strangers. But when a sensual, boundary-pushing choreography throws them into each other's orbit, everything begins to shift. What starts as tension on stage turns into tension off it. Glances linger. Touches last too long. And the line between performance and reality? It starts to blur. But the spotlight is a harsh place to fall in love - and as secrets, jealousy, and pressure build, Hyunjin and Felix are forced to ask: Is this just for the stage, or are they dancing into something real?

Felix finally enrolled in a university after a gap year and gained himself a new friend from the next tower. The English student, Hyunjin, soon enough became his new best friend, but at some point the two were confused about the lingering feelings in their chest. Since one fell first and the other fell harder. In the beginning, they made sure to be with each other for the ups and downs. At least Felix thought so, because he found himself back to his hometown again after years running from it.

The city was quiet as usual for the time of night. It was always so quiet at midnight. The only sounds were echoes of cars, sirens and maybe an occasional sound of a gun or explosion. The city was run by the mob. The police tried to fight them but the power they held was too much. The leader of the Mob was feared by everyone, the people of Seoul knew not to cross him and if you did you'd best pray that he was in a merciful mood. Everyone knew to never cross, Hwang Hyunjin. The streets were never fully lifeless. There were people who had to work late, or work through nights. There was always mob deals happening throughout the night and always someone getting chased by the police. Most likely the mob by the very few cops who still wanted to make a difference. There was a particular individual that had to work a night shift. He didn't care much for it, he was always anxious about walking from his flat apartment that he shared with his best friend. Most of the time, his friend would drop him off to his workplace instead of letting him walk it.