✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: : 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 (𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑮):･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ 「 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃 • 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐘 • 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 • 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 」 In a world where grades determine your worth and perfection is the only thing that matters, Han Jisung and Lee Minho have always been on opposite sides. One is constantly fighting to prove himself. The other has always been the standard everyone is compared to. For years, they were nothing more than rivals - trapped between competition, pride, and words left unsaid. But when resentment slowly turns into understanding, and understanding begins to feel like something more, everything they thought they knew starts to change. Behind perfect scores and flawless reputations are hidden scars, impossible expectations, and secrets that were never meant to be uncovered. As the past begins to resurface, Minho and Jisung are forced to face the truths they tried so hard to bury. Because sometimes the person you hate the most... is the one who understands you the best. ✦ ───────────── ✦ ⚠️ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 ⚠️ This story is purely fictional and is created for entertainment purposes only. The characters, events, and situations portrayed do not represent the real lives, personalities, or actions of the individuals who inspired them. Any similarities to real people or events are purely coincidental. Please remember that this is a work of fiction. ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⚠️ ✧ Death ✧ Trauma ✧ Sexual abuse ✧ Mild smut ✦ ───────────── ✦ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: ✧ Academic rivalry ✧ Enemies to lovers ✧ Slow burn romance ✧ Emotional struggles ✧ Family conflicts ✧ Secrets & hidden truths ✧ Healing and finding comfort in unexpected places 「

Hyunjin walked over, the weight of everything boiling under his skin, and stopped behind him. A smirk tugged at his lips - but it was thin, angry, tired. "If you're not gonna apologize," Hyunjin said coldly, "at least you could say thank you. You almost died." Minho didn't even blink. "I didn't ask for your help." And just like that, he turned to walk away. But Hyunjin slammed his hand on the locker beside him, trapping him in place. His body blocked the exit, his eyes dark and storming. "Is your thing pretending nothing ever touches you?" he said, voice low but taut with frustration eyes burning with anger. "That you're above it? That even death wasn't worth reacting to?" Minho met his stare, his tone flat. "And it's your thing - obsessed with people who don't care." It hit. Hard. ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains themes of bullying, verbal/emotional abuse, angst, and unhealthy dynamics. .

Well... This one is going to hurt. She was never supposed to stay. Y/N is a choreographer hired to fix what Stray Kids can't say out loud: their decline, their disconnection, their unraveling. But she has her own deadline: a terminal illness that's stolen more than just her future. What starts as friction turns into something deeper. And Minho... becomes something she can't outrun. When she disappears, all that's left are the letters. And the truth no one was ready to read. Pairing: skz idol!Lee Minho x choreographer!fem!reader ⚠️ Warnings: includes themes of terminal illness, injuries, hospitals, emotional trauma, medical scenes, grief, and mental health struggles. Contains strong language, mature emotional content, and depictions of physical and emotional vulnerability.

★ "my time's up." ⭐︎ or, lee minho's life is a chaotic mess. that is until he finds a rather cute stranger with a similar fate. ★ [DO read the note]

" He is just a sick boy " I don't want to admit but I care for him. He is so innocent. 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 !

When Minho was only four years old, his parents sold him to a deranged doctor for a mere $1000. They said he was "too naughty," too troublesome to raise, and left without a glance back. The doctor took him to a hidden underground facility known as Chamber 209-a place where thirteen children, all between four and seven, were caged for illegal psychological experiments. There, Minho was stripped of his name and given a number instead: 122. For twenty-three long years, he remained confined, isolated from the world, his humanity slowly eroded by fear and silence. Now twenty-six, he struggles to speak in full sentences, his voice limited to small, broken words. Years of captivity taught him that silence meant safety, and speech could bring pain. Even free, his mind still echoes with the walls of Chamber 209.

When renowned neuroscientist Hyunjin returns to the small town of Gimpo under the weight of scandal and memory loss, he expects silence and seclusion. Instead, he finds Minho-a soft-spoken florist who once meant everything to him. The problem? Hyunjin doesn't remember. As Hyunjin tries to piece together the fragments of a childhood he's forgotten, Minho quietly carries the burden of a promise made long ago. Surrounded by the gentle chaos of close friends, shared dinners, and the scent of fresh blooms, the two begin to orbit one another again. But when the past is blurred and time has changed them both, can love still find its way home?