" 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 !

❛ My head hurts, my head hurts, my head hurts. ❜ ❥ ⎯ Lee Minho doesn't expect to encounter love next to a moody teenager. Han Jisung doesn't want to encounter love next to the new trainee. But things lead to things and suddenly, they are both wrapped deep inside a vicious cycle of sexual attraction, necessity and uncomfortable obsession for one another.

The scars around Minho's wrist? They're just from fighting. Or at least that's what everyone assumes. Jisung, on the other hand, has a feeling there's a darker backstory to it than what everyone says and he's determined to find out. In which Minho is known to be the cold hearted gang member, but that all changes when he has to sit next to Jisung in class. - *the scars are NOT from self harm* DO NOT SKIP THE INTRO CHAPTER. Read it, it has the TWs and other important info needed.

★ "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]

❝ i'll know it's you. i could never forget your voice, baby. ❞ 𝙖 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 (??) 𝙖𝙪 ✎. ° 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙪𝙥𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 [; for author reference ] 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: °. '*' #1 fanfiction #1 hanjisung #1 textingau

❛ Months have passed. Months of sickness, death, tragedy and confusion. Now, at this very moment, I find the first clear thought in a long time: 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞. ❜

Han Jisung had always lived in the quiet. With music as his only refuge, he drowns in melodies to escape the loneliness that clings onto him like a second skin. Despite having some friends, something is missing. Someone is missing. A presence he's only ever imagined. Then a message changes everything. A stranger named Minho bursts into Han's life with relentless energy and a strange request: "Give me a month." Minho is everything Han isn't-loud, fearless, impossible to ignore. What starts as an unexpected arrangement turns into late-night talks, quiet mornings, and a connection that feels like it was always meant to be. But a month has an expiration date. And when the clock runs out, Han is left with the question he's too afraid to ask: Was Minho ever his to keep? (ongoing)