enhypen x stranger things 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧; FEELINGS 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: intense feeling of fondness or attraction, deeper and strong than liking, especially when assiciated with romantic or sexual attachment to someone romance, action. thriller, horror, drama, comedy ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Jungwon froze in the doorway, heart lurching in his chest. Ha-rin stood in the dim light-bruised, bloodied, but breathing. Alive. They had been apart for days, ripped away from each other in the chaos. He had searched every building, every scream, every shadow hoping-praying-that she was still out there. Now she was. He didn't think. He ran. When they collided, it was desperate-arms locked tight, bodies trembling from everything they'd been through. She smelled like dust and smoke, her fingers digging into his back like she couldn't believe he was real. He pulled back just enough to see her face, to trace the dried blood, the dark circles, the exhaustion. But her eyes were still hers-still burning with that quiet fire he had fallen in love with. Without a word, he kissed her. It was a soft, broken thing at first. But then she leaned in, and everything they'd held back-the fear, the anger, the aching hope-spilled into it. They were still kissing when a voice cut through the heavy silence. "Okay, seriously?" Jiho stood at the door, arms crossed. "We're still in a nightmare, by the way." Jungwon pressed his forehead to Ha-rin's, a breath of laughter escaping. Not safe. Not yet. But together. ━━━━━━━━━━━━ yang jungwon x oc enemies to lovers STRANGER THINGS fic SLOW BURN enhypen x oc longer summary inside season 1 - complete season 2 - complete season 3 - ongoing highest ranks: #1 leeheeseung #5 hybe #1 kimsunoo @enhaheart ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

various kdrama characters & enhypen oneshot! ────୨ৎ──── - will include the kdramas i have watched obviously for example : weak hero class 1, friendly rivalry, study group, night has come, aouad etc... read my book to know more! warnings ּ ֶָ֢. this oneshot includes explicit content, mental illness, self inflict, sex, sex scenes, triggering events. Read at your own risk !! started : april 5, 2025 created by me ! veli..

They were trained to obey before they were trained to perform. When the company gives an order, it isn't a suggestion. Speed replaces sleep. Silence replaces protest. Every race buys them another day under the lights - another chance to stay relevant. Fame is temporary. The consequences aren't.

"𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟." 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, everyone in wolhae knows there's something wrong with the boys who live at the edge of town-the boys who never age, never fall ill, and never allow anyone close enough to matter. but when cho eunbi transfers to wolhae high, she'd never expect to be drawn to park sunghoon, the cold, distant boy whose gaze feels too knowing and whose presence is quietly dangerous. he keeps his distance, warning her away without explanation-until he doesn't. until the truth he's been hiding starts to surface. 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄. vampire au. inspired by 'twilight.' supernatural boy x human girl trope park sunghoon x (fem!) oc started: 01.28.26 published: 02.07.26 completed: 00.00.00 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. --------------------------------------------꧂

[UPCOMING] 焦痕 || 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓. Riki is an idol now. Stage lights. Cameras. Fame. Millions of eyes. A clean image built over a past that was never really clean. You're still there - in the shadows of it all. In the parts of him the world will never see. In the silence between performances. In the nights no one knows about. But the underground never disappears. It only changes its face. And love doesn't get safer just because it gets quieter. Grief still lingers. Guilt still rots. Secrets multiply. Fame isolates. Obsession deepens. This isn't the healing after the burn. This is what comes after the scar. The 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙝. The part where the fire never really goes out. A continuation of the damage 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 done. And if you think the chaos ended there, you clearly don't understand how the underground works. Because the ride isn't over. You're just getting into a different kind of race this time. 🏁

燃間 || 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆. It wasn't supposed to mean anything - a glance, a word, a moment too close. But things change. People change. And sometimes, the line between wanting and warning starts to blur. ♱

── ( 𓆩𓆪 ) loving him was never enough in which she'd been sent to the west coast as a punishment. ────── 𝖮𝖭𝖦𝖮𝖨𝖭𝖦 ! © 𝗷𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗮 ， 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟧 you couldn't save me, but you can't let me go...

Ghostface. #39 out of 1,000+ (noticed) on 01/6/2026

!Ot7 zombie apocalypse au! Read introduction for information. I'm telling you this is the book where I actually lock in for everything The world fell in silence before it screamed. Cities that once burned with light and laughter became graves overnight, swallowed by the gnashing hunger of the dead. The apocalypse did not come with warning sirens or heroes rising in time, it arrived with teeth, with the stench of decay, with the unbearable truth that nothing could ever return to what it was. Amidst the ruins walks a boy who has lost everything. His mother's blood still clings to his memory, her final breath spent in a desperate act of love as she pushed him from the maw of death. That grief festers inside him like a wound that will never heal. But grief is the only compass left in this world, the only fire hot enough to keep moving forward when survival demands cruelty. He is not alone for long. From the wreckage of collapsing streets and fractured lives, seven boys emerge, fractured souls bound together not by friendship, nor fate, but the sheer, brutal necessity of living another day. Trust does not come easy when everyone has lost someone, when the living are just as dangerous as the dead. Yet in the chaos, fragile bonds begin to form, arguments sparked over dwindling supplies, silences carved from fear, and fleeting moments of warmth that feel almost alien in a world drowning in cold. Every night is a gamble. Every morning is a borrowed mercy. The dead are not the only threat. Hunger, betrayal, and the ghosts of their past lives stalk them in equal measure. But beneath the ashes of a world undone, there is something stubborn, a defiance that refuses to die. Perhaps survival is more than blood and instinct. Perhaps, in the most broken of places, there is still room for something else to take root.