Jisung is a complicated person. He went through a lot, and doesn't know how to deal with it. He sleeps around, but one of his hooks up ended up troubling him a lot more than he ever thought. Minho is a simple person, and is ready to break Jisung's shell. TW Talks about mental health issues Abuse and violence Curses and a lot of mention of sex Contain: angst, fluff and smut (may be smut heavy?) I don't own any of the characters but I do own the story :)

Han Jisung lives in soft things-paint-stained sleeves, half-finished sketches, kids who cling to him like he's something safe. Working at a daycare run by Chan, his world is quiet in the way that feels fragile, like it could crack if held too tightly. Lee Minho lives in noise-revving engines, sleepless nights, streets that blur into nothing when he rides too fast. Ink stains his skin, grease stains his hands, and the mechanic shop he runs with Changbin and Hyunjin is the only place that ever feels steady. They were never meant to meet. But Chan exists in both of their worlds, and one careless introduction is all it takes to throw everything off balance. Jisung talks too much, feels too much, hopes too much. Minho says nothing, trusts nothing, lets nothing stay. Still, they keep ending up in the same places-late nights at the shop, quiet rides that mean more than they should, moments that linger longer than either of them is ready for. Minho doesn't do soft. Jisung doesn't know how to be anything else. And somewhere between lace and leather, silence and confession, they start wanting things they can't keep. Because getting close was never the problem- it's what comes after that threatens to break them.

Rain was dripping from his soaked brown hair and his eyes darted through the night, landing on Jisung's face. Time seemed to stand still and the rain was falling in slow motion as he kept staring at the boy he once loved more than anything in this whole world. His chest was aching every time he inhaled, making his lungs hurt as if someone pushed his head under water. "Isn't that what your family wanted?" He turned to Jisung's parents. "Seeing my family dead, isn't that what you bastards wanted?", he yelled and pointed at them with the golf club in his hands. He didn't see Jisung come closer, but he felt Jisung's arms around him, and he felt the hard ground push the air out of his lungs as soon as they both hit the cold, wet concrete. A harsh sting rushed through his shoulder and he let out a pain inflicted groan, forcing him to let go of the golf club in his hand. "I'm sorry", he heard Jisung mumble above him and felt Jisung's palm on his chest, pressing his upper body to the ground. The rain was coming down on his face mercilessly, blurring his vision once again. "I'm really sorry", he heard him say continuously. Sirens were coming closer and Minho closed his eyes, letting tears roll down his wet cheeks. ••• pictures edited by me. the story isn't connected to my "just pretend" minsung one-shot :) possible triggers: violence, alcohol, manipulation, cursing, mention of blood and injuries, light choking and bondage, there's gonna be smut, death, mention of mental health (might add more as i'm writing this, just know there will be heavy topics, please only read this story if you feel comfortable and safe enough to do so. and don't forget, this story and its characters are all imaginary)

"You're not as scary as people say, Minho." Mistake? As Jisung continues his ordinary life, he doesn't realize how big of change it is when he comes face to the Student Council Vice President, Minho.

Minho, most confident guy in school, befriending Jisung, the socially anxious kid. What could go wrong? Minho is a guy who dances in his free time as well as being a writer and hopeless romantic (supposedly). Jisung on the other hand plays flute, guitar, and piano while being quite bright (though he doesn't always like academic subjects) especially in his sciences. Strong Language Kinda fluff ig idk Sorry it's not the best lmao I'm trying!! Main ship: Minsung Other ships: •Binchan •Hyunlix •Seungin

just a straight boy falling for his best friend's dance teacher, making him join dancing classes even tho he's not even interested in dancing, what will happen then?

𝘍𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘺𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘮 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘑𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨. -𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰 *~~~* Two boys rekindle their past love and help each other heal their scars, no matter how deep they go. *~~~* Minsung fanfic Contains smut, gays, swearing and homophobia.

Jisung was joking around with his friends and decide to visit an abandoned mental hospital. It was meant to be a joke. A mere comedic night. As they ventured around, it wasn't as abandoned as they thought. #1 straykids #1 bottomminho #1 bottomleeknow #10 minsung

It's always been the four of them- the usual friend group that Jisung, who is autistic, has grown used to. But when a new student joins their circle, introduced as the cousin of one of their friends, Jisung finds it difficult to adjust to the change. Minho, sweet and affectionate, becomes a constant presence in their group. As Jisung starts to develop feelings for him, he soon realizes that his affection for Minho isn't just friendly- it's something deeper, something more like love. [i know i said it was angst with a happy ending, but it's honestly a lot more fluff rather than angst!] TOP LEEKNOW BOTTOM JISUNG Fanart creds; leon_s

Maybe I'm not perfect, maybe I'm not complete in myself, maybe I can't hold myself, but still, don't worry, I've Got You ♡ "Just one kiss?... Please?"