Jeongin, Jisung, Felix, and Seungmin, young academics in their master's programs with too much time on their hands decide to indulge in their youngest's obsession with historyー More specifically, Jeongin's love for the celebration in New Orleans known as Mardi Gras. They simply COULDN'T pass up the opportunity to travel and spend a month in the city while they were taking a gap semester. Vibrant colors bright enough to give headaches, music blaring loud enough to implode their brains, getting drunk while other intoxicated tourists throw beads at them? The perfect vacation! But Hyunjin quickly learns that the city isn't all it seems, andー Hyunjin? Jeongin... What are you talking about? ⚠️ Warning: This is a supernatural horror story featuring Hyunchan/jeonglix/Jeongchan.

There's a pamphlet somewhere with Minho's whole childhood in it. Emotional numbing. A common trauma response. They gave it to his grandmother, patted her hand, and sent the two of them home into the rain. He hadn't noticed anything was off. Trust other children to do the noticing, that unpaid council of experts on the playground, forever asking why his face just stayed shut when everyone else's flew open at the smallest thing. He wakes on the couch with an alien boy sat on his chest and two small fingers hooking the corners of his mouth upwards. "What are you doing." "Making yours go like mine." OR: local recluse Lee Minho, afraid of nothing much except the rain, finds the thing the village swears is a monster in the woods-and lets it stay.

The world was desolate, sad and broken. Everything everyone once knew was over. The world was gone. Only small pieces of puzzles remained from so many different lives lived. Accomplishing a mission was always something Lee Minho, or Soldier #297 had always dreamed of. He dreamed of being useful and one day getting discharged honorably as a heavily decorated soldier of the reform. When he is assigned a mission to find out where rebellion is taking place and meets Han Jisung, he is willing to do whatever it takes to accomplish his mission. Between lust, love stories, emotions and determination, what side will Minho choose? Contains: blood, murder, torture, smut, possible rape/non consensual activities, psychotic tendencies, descriptive gore and more Best Rankings: #1 bottomminho, #2 psychoau

Minsung oneshots! Enjoy! Fanart creds; leon_s

He's rain-soaked, cigarette-stained, and completely untouchable. Until I touched him. In the middle of a Seoul downpour, Felix meets a stranger beneath a flickering streetlamp. Hyunjin is homeless, high, and hiding from the world-with sharp words and trembling hands that don't know how to be held. He smokes like it's the only thing keeping him warm. He doesn't believe in kindness. Or second chances. But Felix isn't walking away. Not tonight. Not ever.

Two years after the world fell silent, survival has become routine. In the ruins of a forgotten city, Hyunjin keeps count of the days. Felix keeps the others alive with laughter. Together, they've built something close to peace - a fragile base of warmth in a cold, dying world. But when a routine supply run goes wrong, the cracks begin to show. Whispers of a cure resurface. Hope takes root in a place it shouldn't. And in the space between fear and devotion, love becomes the most dangerous thing left alive.

In a world too fast to care, two souls collide on a voyage meant to last forever-but only one survives to remember. Hyunjin, a wandering artist with nothing but a sketchbook and his dreams. Minho, a rich young heir suffocating under a life he didn't choose. Their love blooms in the span of a few days, breathtaking, impossible, and doomed. When disaster strikes, promises are made in the freezing dark. Only one will keep their word. Inspired by Titanic, reimagined in modern time. A love story so beautiful, it hurts to remember. And even more, to forget. A/N: Another story, another genre. I swear this wasn't intentional. It's just that, I spend my week watching Titanic movie reaction on YT and I have this drive to write a story. My goal is to let you guys cry with me, I hope. So, enjoy :) Also, please leave a comment if I did in fact achieve my goal. #Hyunho #Hyunjin #Minho #Straykids #Chan #Jeongin

"Pull the trigger, Detective. Months and months of playing with your head, this will be where you snap." The voice was smooth, edges coiled in the same cold stoicism it had carried since day one. Chan exhaled shakily, swallowing hard enough that his throat burned. "I can't do it." The words rushed out too fast, jaw ticking as his arm stayed locked in place. Minho's smirk curved, slow and delicious. "I have done nothing to you in order for you to not be able to shoot me." Ghost stepped forward, deliberately pressing his chest against the barrel of the gun, rainwater trailing down strands of blonde hair. "I am not the reason you have lost your head, Chris." Chan shoved the gun harder into his chest, breath stuttering. Don't listen to him. Don't listen to him. Don't fucking listen to him. After all this time, he had been too stupid. "You could kill me if you want," Minho continued calmly, "But we both know that you are too attached to me to go through with it. Your mind is mine. You'll think of me even after I am dead. I curated you into this corruption. I will be the mistake you never stop making. The thought you will not be able to control." His eyes gleamed, rain mixing with something darker. "Ironic, isn't it?" he murmured. "That your mind ended up belonging a serial killer. When you are a figure of jurisdiction." He leaned closer, voice dropping to a whisper. "And the cruelest part?" "Is that it is not just your mind that I own, it is your heart too."

"Hyung, I think I have a fever." "Lix, you're literally holding a hairdryer to your face. No, you don't." ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── When college student Lee Minho is left in charge of his chaotic five-year-old brother, Felix, he expects a week of stressful studying and burnt toast. He doesn't expect a trip to the ER for food poisoning, or a lecture from a devastatingly handsome pediatrician who mistakes him for a neglectful teenage father. Enter Dr. Bang Chan: professional, perfectionist, and possessor of the most lethal dimples Minho has ever seen. While Minho is busy being embarrassed, Felix is busy making a plan. To Felix, he isn't Dr. Bang-- he's Doctor Dimples, the perfect boyfriend for his grumpy older brother. Armed with red markers for rashes and fake limps, Felix is determined to get back to the clinic. He's playing Cupid, and he's not afraid to play dirty. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── Bang Chan x Lee Know MinChan Fanfiction Started: 7.03.2026 Finished: 19.03.2026 #1 minchan: 31.03.2026!! #1 skz: 21.05.2026!!

Minho's been a single dad since he was seventeen-raising his daughter Alina alone, with tattoos, tough love, and no regrets. He's long since given up on dating... until Alina decides her chaotic literature teacher, Mr. Han, is exactly what her dad needs. Everything about this story is fictional, there is no reference to real life or the people themselves. I don't own any pictures or names. This is just for entertainment and is not meant to harm anyone. #1 straykids | 6th July 2025