Chan felt like he had been run over by a truck. His whole body hurt and he was incredibly cold. Groaning, he opened his eyes and tried to understand where he was. But nothing he saw made sense. The stars sparkled above him while a fire burned near him. Only slowly did his hearing start to function again and he heard the screams. The screams of his parents. The screams of his younger siblings. TW: This story included self-harm, suicidal thoughts and attempts, bullying, harassing, rape attempt

Han Jisung and Hwang Hyunjin can't stand eachother, and they make it clear to anybody around them. Yet they can't help but melt under the other's touch. or in other words; (mostly)Predebut hyunsung getting FREAKYYY ((first ever attempt at writing fics pls dont burn me at the stake✌️)) 𝙏𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙧;; 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣, 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮,, 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙚;

"Oh yeah?" Jisung stomped forward. "Maybe you should stop pretending you're hot just 'cause you have pretty hair." "Excuse me?" Hyunjin raised his brows. "At least i don't dance like a drunk mosquito caught in a strobe light." Jisung: "At least i don't rap like someone's choking on auto-tune and bad decisions." Hyunjin: "That doesn't even make sense!" Jisung: "Neither does your face." Hyunjin: "Oh my god." They stood chest to chest now. Well, chest to chin, Hyunjin had a good few inches on him. Jisung didn't care. He glared upward like he was six feet tall. "Dance better," Hyunjin said, venomously sweet. Jisung smirked. "Rap better."

"I will find you in every lifetime." When Han's struggling, he wants others to find him. They found him. He found him. He will always find him.

"I still hate his guts, but I'll admit that kissing him onstage is kind of really nice." UPDATES DAILY June 22 - July 9 #1 in straykids 2020/11/13 #4 in seungjin 2021/01/18 #6 in heathers 2020/12/20 #10 in seungjin 2021/01/04

A Stray Kids fanfiction "You don't even text me," Hyunjin whispered. Jisung paused for half a second processing the words and finally answered, voice low and neutral. "I didn't think about it." Hyunjin laughed-not amused, but breathlessly disbelieving. "You never do." Jisung tilted his head slightly, brushing his mouth against Hyunjin's in a quiet, instinctive reply. His hand slid to the back of Hyunjin's neck, pulling him back into the kiss. That was all the answer Hyunjin got. Hyunjin's voice came out low against his skin. "You act like you don't care at all." Jisung keeps his world small with quiet streets, late-night walks, and strangers in fleeting encounters. He drifts, observing more than feeling, never letting anyone too close. Hyunjin lives differently in bright lights, constant attention, and a life full of people waiting for him to be seen and to be admired. And yet, behind the smiles, there are cracks no one notices. When their paths cross, boundaries blur. Desire, secrets, and unspoken rules twist their days and nights. Some connections leave marks, some leave nothing, but both are about to learn just how hollow their worlds really are. Ongoing ✅ Please remember it's a fiction.

A Seungjin fanfiction "I was scared," Seungmin admitted, voice soft. "Of what?" "Of being noticed." Hyunjin leaned back. "Funny. I've always been scared of being misunderstood." They sat in silence a while longer. Then Hyunjin whispered, "Maybe we can stop being scared now." Seungmin is just trying to make it in the film industry, working behind the scenes and keeping his head down. But when he lands a job on a new drama, he finds himself face-to-face with someone he never thought he'd see again-Hwang Hyunjin, his old high school crush, now a rising star. Their worlds were never meant to cross again, but somehow, they do. And maybe this time, it's not too late. A slow, quiet story about timing, memory, and the space between two people growing closer again, even when everything feels too far. Ongoing ✅ Please remember it's a fiction.

The creature was beautiful, its muscles rippled underneath thick silver fur that seemed to gleam under the the pastels of the evening seeping to night. Hyunjin was sure the wolf would look even more beautiful if it wasn't whimpering and bloodied on the forest floor with a bear trap around its giant paw like a noose. Or Hyunjin had planned on moving to a small town with a minimal population for college, what he hadn't planned was to be integrated into a pack of humans that could turn into wolves and learn that, yeah, apparently werewolves and vampires were real. Crossposted on A03

After the incident happen, he doesn't want to be touched. He doesn't want to be seen. But the sun never gave up on rising A traumatised boy, scared by years of abuse and an especially shattering experience at the age of 16, lives in emotional isolation. He avoids skinship and trust no one. Believing the world is a cruel place that takes and takes. But eventually, the boy who thought he'd never love again, never feel safe, starts to chase the sun back.

Some people bring light; he brought the kind of misery I couldn't forget. || A scholarship to Northvale Academy should have been a dream come true for Hyunjin. But meeting Bang Chan - powerful, untouchable, and already at the top of the school's unspoken hierarchy - makes him question if he ever truly belonged here.