[𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗/𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗗] In which Mingi meets a nice biker on a random night.

Five years ago, Seonghwa walked away from the love of his life-forced to disappear after Hongjoong's powerful parents discovered their secret: Seonghwa was carrying Hongjoong's child. Branded as unworthy and paid to leave without a trace, Seonghwa never got the chance to say goodbye. Now, fate throws them together again at the same company, where Hongjoong is a successful producer... and still completely unaware that he has a five-year-old son.

For as long as he's been conscious, Hongjoong has had a crush on the delivery boy. fantasy au, bl, seongjoong, matz completed ☑️

"What's on your mind, Dragonfly?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. Wooyoung felt his heart race, the warmth of the alcohol mixing with the warmth of San's presence. "Just... thinking about how lucky we are to have each other," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. San's expression softened, and for a moment, the teasing facade faded. "Yeah, we are lucky. No matter what happens tomorrow, we'll face it together." A Woosan story (Fairies and Fae)

"Last I heard, they're all lovey-dovey. Makes me want to gag." San chuckled. "Jealous?" "Of them? Please. I'm just... over the whole relationship thing." Wooyoung said it with a bratty huff, but he knew it was a lie. He wasn't over it-he wasn't over San. Not by a long shot. Woosan story Other ships included (Seongjoong, Yungi, Jongsang)

A break in. San didn't care. He never did. Money flowed, his empire grew, and that was enough. Or so he told himself. That was until he found a A boy-no, a young man-curled on the Persian rug by the fireplace, trembling like a leaf in a storm. Blood streaked his face, matting his dark hair and smearing across his cheekbones. His hands, clutching his knees, were stained red, and a deep gash on his leg oozed onto the rug, the fabric soaking up the crimson The boy was trouble, San knew that much, and trouble always brought chaos. Woosan story

"We need a distraction, something big." "Like what?" Wooyoung asked, his voice sharp. "You gonna blow something up, hotshot?" San's eyes glinted, a hint of last night's heat in his gaze. "Maybe I will, princess. You got a better idea?" Wooyoung did have a better idea, one including punching sans stupidly hot face. (Psycho killers au) Woosan

You're nothing. Nobody's going to want you. Those words had been drilled into him from the start, until he met San, a man who owned a flower shop. Wooyoung didn't know if he'd survive the night. He didn't know if he wanted to. But as his eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion pulling him under, he clung to one thought: he was free, even if it hurt. Even if it felt like the end.

"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

Mature Angst Possession and obsession