Han Jisung seems like the perfect student-quiet, intelligent, and always on time. But behind his calm exterior, he's struggling with anxiety that no one notices. Lee Minho is loud, confident, and sharp-tongued, masking his own struggles with sarcasm and distance. They share the same space but never really see each other-Minho doesn't understand Jisung, and Jisung keeps his pain hidden. Yet, sometimes the people who seem the most different are the ones who see you the clearest. What happens when walls start to crumble, and masks begin to fall?

Minho and Jisung, initially rivals at a magical academy, are forced to confront their growing tension when their friends lock them in a room together. 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.

Jisung has always been good at pretending-pretending he's okay, pretending he's not still haunted by the echoes of his past. Between long shifts at the café and trying to rebuild his life, he convinces himself that loneliness is easier than letting people in. Then Minho walks in-sharp-eyed, tattooed, and devastatingly kind. And for some reason, he keeps coming back. Minho isn't sure what it is about Jisung that tugs at his heart so fiercely. Maybe it's the way he always puts on a smile, even when his eyes are tired. Maybe it's because Minho knows what it's like to fight for something you love. Or maybe, just maybe, it's because from the first moment he saw Jisung, he was already his. But healing isn't linear, and love isn't always enough to erase the past. As Jisung and struggles to believe he's worthy of kindness, and Minho tries to prove that not everyone leaves, they find themselves caught in a slow-burn dance of love, loss, and second chances. 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.

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

Lee Minho has a reputation he can't escape-one built on wild nights, tattoos, and broken rules. But behind the reckless smile is a boy haunted by his past, who never thought he'd let anyone in again. Han Jisung is bright, kind, and completely unaware of the effect he has on Minho-or the danger of falling for someone like him. As friendships tighten and secrets unravel, Minho and Jisung find themselves drawn together in ways neither expected. Between heartbreak, laughter, and late-night confessions, can Minho learn that love isn't something to escape, but something worth holding onto? 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.

Minho, un chico hetero, tiene la vida perfecta: una novia adorable, Dahyun, es bailarín y además presidente de la clase. Su mundo parece estar bajo control... hasta que le proponen compartir cuarto con Jisung, un chico gay extrovertido, coqueto, y con una inclinación por traer chicos a casa. Al principio, Minho piensa que no le importa, pero los ruidos de la noche lo descolocan. Lo que no esperaba es que esos mismos ruidos, esas bromas atrevidas de Jisung, despertaran algo en él que nunca había sentido... una atracción inesperada. A medida que los días pasan, los celos empiezan a hacer mella en su relación con Dahyun, y Minho se ve atrapado en una red de sentimientos confusos.

Minho isn't a big talker. He doesn't do public displays of affection, hates group hugs, and rolls his eyes at cheesy love declarations. But there's one thing he can't stop doing: Clinging to Jisung in his sleep. 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.

"I think I finally get it. Home isn't a place. It's a person." Jisung Han lives two lives: the perfect son and the boy who's tired of pretending. When a tattoo leads him to Lee Minho, everything changes. Some stories aren't written in words - they're inked into the heart. 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.

"The conservatory is glowing brighter than ever, but it's nothing compared to the way I feel when I look at you." Jisung's world was silent, orderly, and lonely - until Minho moved in next door. Among glowing flowers and quiet magic, they discovered a love that spoke louder than words. 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.

When the sun sets, the streets belong to them. Eight riders. One crown. No brakes. No fear. No mercy. Han Jisung and Lee Minho are enemies by choice and disasters by nature - racing on identical bikes, only the colors giving them away. Midnight black chrome streaked in toxic green. The same frame burning in metallic pink. Green and pink colliding at 200 km/h. Insults fly. Engines scream. Tension burns hotter than the asphalt beneath their tires. Because hate this intense never stays just hate. This isn't a love story. It's a collision waiting to happen. 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.