He thought control was safety - that if he stayed cold enough, the world couldn't touch him. But somewhere between the silence and the sleepless nights, something shifted. Nothing stays clinical forever. In a place built on breaking points, even the coldest hearts learn how to bleed. ~~~~~ In a hospital that runs on sleeplessness and sacrifice, survival looks a lot like perfection. Dr. Lee Minho has built his walls from precision - a man who never flinches, never falters, never feels. His silence cuts sharper than his scalpel. Han Jisung, a resident who burns too bright for his own good, keeps trying to earn the kind of approval that never comes. He gives everything, even when there's nothing left to give. Between them lies a war of pride, exhaustion, and something neither of them will name. Under sterile lights and whispered gossip, care starts to look dangerously like affection. And in a place where every heartbeat counts, neither of them knows how to stop. A story about endurance, connection, and the thin line between discipline and desire. A love letter to the ones who break quietly - and keep going anyway. Before diving in, please consider reading the "Before You Begin" chapter. It contains important trigger and content warnings to help you navigate the story safely. That said, it may hint at certain elements that could be considered minor spoilers - so feel free to choose what's best for you. This story began on November 01, 2025, and concluded on xx xx, xx. Update schedule: every Saturday Thank you so much for reading and for all your support. I hope you enjoy the journey - happy reading! 🤍

Minho's life is precise, controlled, untouchable - until a young alpha steps into it and breaks all the rules. Jisung isn't looking for love. He's trying to survive exams, friendships, and the ordinary chaos of being eighteen. But when an unexpected pregnancy forces them together, the neat lines of their worlds blur. Twelve years apart, opposite in every way, they have to navigate awkward proximity, social expectations, and a connection neither planned - nor can ignore. One is pragmatic, guarded, and used to controlling everything. Another is impulsive, sensitive, and unafraid to feel. And somewhere between hospital visits, late-night study sessions, and stolen moments of trust, they discover that vulnerability doesn't mean weakness - and that love isn't always convenient. This is a story of walls falling, hearts opening, and two people learning that some things are worth letting go for. A love forged in chaos, commitment, and the quiet moments that change everything. Before diving in, please consider reading the "Before You Begin" chapter. It contains important trigger and content warnings to help you navigate the story safely. That said, it may hint at certain elements that could be considered minor spoilers - so feel free to choose what's best for you. This story began on January 13, 2026, and concluded on xx xx, xx. Update schedule: every Tuesday and Friday Thank you so much for reading and for all your support. I hope you enjoy the journey - happy reading! 🤍

He only wanted to be seen. And someone saw him - too much, too closely, until the line between love and fear disappeared. This isn't a story about romance. It's a story about what happens when affection turns into fixation, when being adored starts to feel like being watched. Han Jisung lives in music and shadows, sharing pieces of himself with strangers through songs he never shows his face for. To the world, he's laughter, rhythm, and light. To himself, he's the silence between chords - private, uncertain, trying to stay whole. Lee Minho knows every version of him. The one who sings. The one who cries. The one who thinks no one's looking. He calls it love - devotion, maybe. But devotion has a way of rotting when it's kept in the dark. And love, when it's built on a screen, starts to look a lot like control. This is not a story of how they meet. It's a story of how being seen too deeply can make you disappear. A story about loneliness, illusion, and the dangerous kind of love - the kind that wants to own you. Love was never meant to feel like this. But what's love, if not wanting to be seen - completely, endlessly, even when it hurts? And what's obsession, if not love that refuses to look away? This is not a love letter. It's a warning. Before diving in, please consider reading the "Before You Begin" chapter. It contains important trigger and content warnings to help you navigate the story safely. That said, it may hint at certain elements that could be considered minor spoilers - so feel free to choose what's best for you. This story began on January 01, 2026, and concluded on xx xx, xx. Update schedule: every Monday & Thursday Thank you so much for reading and for all your support. I hope you enjoy the journey - happy reading! 🤍

This is a collection of minsung short stories born from random ideas, snippets of conversations, and passing inspirations. Each piece has its own theme, mood, and setting - sometimes soft, sometimes playful, sometimes spicy, sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes a little more intense. If you enjoy any short story - whether it makes you laugh, gasp, or just keeps you turning pages - let me know! If it performs well in reads, votes, or comments, I'd love to expand it into a full-length story and dive even deeper into the chaos, the characters, and everything in between. Updates won't follow a fixed schedule; I'll add stories whenever a new idea strikes. At the beginning of each story, you'll find a short, spoiler-free description to give you a sense of the vibe - feel free to skip it if you prefer to go in blind. When a chapter contains potential triggers, I'll add a short notice at the beginning. Detailed trigger warnings will be listed in the comment section to keep the chapter spoiler-free. Please take care of yourself and read with your wellbeing in mind. If you feel comfortable, I would truly appreciate any kind of interaction - whether that's voting on the chapter or leaving a comment. Even a few words mean more than you might imagine, and they help me understand how the story is resonating with you. And if you'd like to follow me for updates on future chapters, that would mean the world to me. Seeing your support and knowing you're here, reading along, genuinely motivates me to keep writing and pouring my heart into my stories. Thank you for being part of this journey with me. ♡︎ Thanks so much for reading and supporting - I hope you enjoy the collection! 🤍

This is a collection of straykids mini stories - fragments of moments rather than full scenes. Each piece is short and intentional, born from fleeting ideas, half-formed emotions, single images, or lines that refused to be forgotten. Think of them as flickers: brief, self-contained snapshots that capture something sharp, tender, or unresolved. The stories vary in genre, tone, and intensity. Some are soft and quiet, some playful or intimate, some aching or unsettling. They don't aim to explain everything - only to linger in a moment long enough for it to leave a mark. Updates won't follow a fixed schedule; new fragments will be added whenever inspiration strikes. When a chapter contains potential triggers, I'll add a short notice at the beginning. Detailed trigger warnings will be listed in the comment section to keep the chapter spoiler-free. Please take care of yourself and read with your wellbeing in mind. If you feel comfortable, I would truly appreciate any kind of interaction - whether that's voting on the chapter or leaving a comment. Even a few words mean more than you might imagine, and they help me understand how the story is resonating with you. And if you'd like to follow me for updates on future chapters, that would mean the world to me. Seeing your support and knowing you're here, reading along, genuinely motivates me to keep writing and pouring my heart into my stories. Thank you for being part of this journey with me. ♡︎ Thank you so much for being here and for supporting this collection. I hope these moments from nowhere find you when you need them. 🤍