For four years, Kim Seungmin did everything to secure the spot as class president. Come senior year, he had everything he needed - support, good grades, various honors and awards - except for one problem: Bang Chan. The golden boy. He swept in and shattered Seungmin's dreams of becoming class president, and for that, Seungmin wanted revenge. College rolls around, and fate delivers Seungmin the perfect chance for revenge: Chan is his roommate. But something gets in the way. The closer they get, the more Seungmin learns that changes everything, including his opinion on Chan. But is it too late to turn things around after the revenge plan is already in motion? ── .✦"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞!"✦.── ⚠CONTENT WARNING⚠ ➤Angst ➤Family Problems ➤Sexual Content SIDE SHIP: MINSUNG FINAL WORD COUNT: N/A STARTED: 01/04/26 ENDED: 00/00/00

𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘺, 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘺 a girl ends up paired with the most popular boy in school for a project and discovers he's a super shy mess - and maybe she's starting to like him too 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄... 𐓷𐓷───────────𐓷𐓷 Louis x fem ! oc. lngshot 2026 fic, school au published, 12.04.2026 completed, 5.05.2026 𐓷𐓷───────────𐓷𐓷 prettisun

Chris didn't believe in crushes. At least, not until Seungmin. It started simple, Seungmin walking into class with his usual blank expression, earphones in, hoodie too big for his frame. He always sat alone. Said little. But when he smiled, it was like it cracked open something in Chris's chest. At first, it was curiosity...Then, fascination...And then, need. It wasn't just that Seungmin was cute. It was the way he looked away when someone made eye contact too long. The way his fingers tapped nervously at his desk when he was thinking. The way he didn't try to stand out, but somehow ended up being all Chris could see. Chris didn't just want to talk to him,he had to. Didn't just want to get to know him, he wanted to know everything. Every favorite song. Every reason he didn't trust people. Every version of his laugh. Because once Chris got a crush, it wasn't just butterflies or daydreams. It was tunnel vision. And Seungmin had just become the center of his world.

Just some poems I wrote in my free time...<3

Breaking News! World-class figure skating champion Lee Minho under went intensive surgery last night. There have been no further updates on his condition, but we can only hope he returns to the competitive scene soon. ❅❆❅

"I'm just your servant Minho". "Exactly so you should do as I say". Jisung's life is hectic. He didn't think it couldn't get any worse until his mother runs away leaving him with all her debt. Not just house bills but the money she owes to the Mafia, too much money for Jisung to ever pay off. In order to pay for the bills and frankly live, Jisung needs to work as a servant to the heads of the Mafia family 'Stray Kids' mainly the second in command Minho. Minho is cold around others but as time goes by Jisung gets to see a soft side to him: a side he always hides. As the boys begin to get closer the line between Boss and servant begins to blur. But when everything seems against them will they go through it together or step away? ⚠️Contains: violence, swearing and assault⚠️ Regular chapter updates #1 Skzmafia 20/12/23 #3 Minsung 19/05/23 #1 leefelix 19/05/23 #2 Hwanghyunjin 19/05/23 #1 Jisung 19/05/23 #3 Seochangbin 24/06/23 #1 leeknow 20/12/23 #2 leeminho 29/05/23 #2 Bangchan #2 Seungmin 15/05/24 #1 Sad 10/08/25

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Han hasn't been able to speak since he was born. ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Minho is from a rich family and forced to go out to make money on his own after his parents cut his funds. He happened to land a job as a manager for a dance crew with a mute member.

"You left me here alone... can't you see I'm almost blind now?" she said, frustration lacing her voice. Still, no response. "Are you even listening to me? He could be here any time, and I'm not ready yet. What will he say after seeing me like this?" she kept blabbering. She paused, startled by a deep chuckle. Her breath hitched. Wait... why does that laugh sound so manly? She froze the moment she felt a warm breath fan across her face. "Yahi ke kitni pyaari lag rahi hai meri begum," came his husky voice. (That how pretty my wife is looking) "You-u?" she whispered, stunned. She tried to open her eyes, but he gently stopped her. "Don't open them yet. Your eyeliner's still wet," he said. She nodded silently. Goosebumps broke across her skin as she felt him leaning closer, his breath brushing over her eyelids. "W-what a-are you d-doing?" she stammered. "Drying your eyeliner," he replied casually and continued. She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to handle his nearness. (Translated) Ruhana, a spirited final-year student, shares an unbreakable friendship with Zain and Ishu. Life is simple-filled with playful banter, endless arguments with her younger brother, and college adventures. But everything changes when Zayan, Zain's older brother, returns from London. Arrogant, sharp-witted, and annoyingly charming, Zayan instantly gets on Ruhana's nerves. They bicker, they clash, and neither can stand the other. Yet, fate keeps pulling them together in the most unexpected ways. As family ties, hidden truths, and unspoken emotions come into play, Ruhana and Zayan are forced to confront a connection neither of them saw coming. Will their endless rivalry turn into something deeper, or will their stubborn hearts keep them apart? A delightful mix of humor, romance, and heartfelt emotions, Fated Ties is a story of love that unfolds in the most surprising way. Highest ranking ✨ #3 halal #5 muslimlovestory #2 halal #3 muslimlovestory #1 halal #3 childhoodsweethear

He tripped her once by accident. Twice by choice. Now he's falling too... But not in the way he planned. A story of temptation, taqwa, and the impossible space between two worlds that were never meant to meet - until they did. HALAL FICTIONAL STORY 🫀 ♡....... °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°TROPES°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° • He fell first and harder • fame x faith • Slow burn • Reversion to Islam • Impossible love • angst • 'who did this to you?' °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°