A lonely 27 year old decides to add 7 numbers to a group chat as a way to make friends. How will his idea turn out? highest rankings🏅 #1 in chanmin #5 in hyunlix

GROUP CHAT AU What happens when Bang Chan, a lonely gym-obsessed music producer, decides to create a group chat for "motivated and productive bros" - and accidentally invites a collection of the most chaotic, unhinged, and misfit souls on the planet? Enter: a cat dad with a death glare, a squirrel-energy writer who sees imaginary rodents, a law student with a sarcasm degree, a baking goth Aussie, a mirror-addicted art student, a muscled raccoon man, and a maknae who joined ballet by accident. Watch friendships form, chaos ignite, ships sail (after capsizing repeatedly), and Chan slowly lose his will to live. Most of it happens online. Some of it happens in real life. All of it is comedy gold.

Eight strangers. One accidental groupchat. And absolutely zero self-control. When Felix-sunshine in human form-randomly makes a groupchat out of mutuals he's lowkey stalked online, he doesn't expect it to spiral into late-night flirting, passive-aggressive roasts, and maybe... actual feelings? Featuring: 💋 Hyunjin, who thinks he's everyone's type (he might be right). 🐈 Minho, allergic to affection but suspiciously soft around Jisung. 🛠️ Chan, the tired dad figure who's definitely falling for Seungmin's attitude. 💥 Jisung, the human form of chaos. 🧊 Seungmin, sharp tongue, softer heart. 🏋️ Changbin, gym bro with a crush. 🍼 Jeongin, not a baby (but will destroy you). 🍓 And Felix, the glue holding this chaotic disaster together-with a giggle and a wink. Ships will ship. Chaos will reign. And this groupchat? It's about to become the most entertaining accident of their lives.

"Why?" Kyzzu's voice trembled as he spoke In His language, both from anger and the tears that still streamed down his face. "Why did you do this to me?!" Winston easily sidestepped Kyzzu's attack, his expression shifting into something cold and distant. Kyzzu's strength failed him, and he nearly collapsed, his body giving way to the weight of his emotions. He was such a fool, a stupid, mindless animal that only cared for himself and some foreigner. Renzi was right the whole time. A cruel smile twisted Winston's lips as he looked down at Kyzzu. "You really took our fling too hard." he said, his tone filled with mockery. "Get this straight, little boy, You were nothing more a means of information and a way to get laid in this jungle, Kyzzu. And besides, you were the one moaning and crying under me to release inside you, is this how you usually do for the men of this village?" Kyzzu's world crumbled as Winston's words hit him like a physical blow. He had been deceived, used, and discarded, and the realization of it tore at his heart. "I trusted you!" Kyzzu cried, his voice breaking. "You made me believe-" "Believe what?" Winston cut him off, his voice icy. "That you were special? That I actually cared about you? How naive. You were just something different, something exotic to keep me entertained. And for that you were at least worth something." Kyzzu dropped to his knees, the knife slipping from his hand as he wept. The betrayal was too much to bear. The man who had once made him feel valued, who had filled him with hope and longing, was now tearing him apart with every cruel word. Winston's laughter echoed in the stillness of the night, the sound devoid of warmth. "Pathetic," he sneered. "You're just like the rest of them-weak, Naïve and foolish." *** Enticing... have a read (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧