^Includes Dino's Oneshots with Members. ^Soft, angst and sometimes little space/ age regression too. ^Will take requests too so do comment if you want any. ^Will appreciate and keep on writing more oneshots if I receive a good response on the stories I write. ^Do leave a comment about how you like/dislike my writing, I'll read them and improve my writing skills too^^

Being Seventeen's maknae is never an easy job, but having twelve hyungs there to help you get through some of the worst days always helped. Or Lee Chan centric one shots. Warning: Lots of fluff, a fair amount of hurt/comfort and all the chapters are platonic... unless you want to see it as Dino/Everyone, your choice. Cross posted on AO3

A collection of Sick, Hurt & Comfort, Fluff introducing Seventeen members and different ships If one of them is down, the rest would him up. That's the Model they follow Say the name ... Seventeen You can find the first book on my profile Link: https://www.wattpad.com/1385691651?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=LunarWrightes

Hoshi and Woozi, two of the most promising actors of their generation, have been bitter rivals since their university days. Their rivalry began in the drama club, where they constantly vied for the spotlight, leading to a deep-seated animosity that only grew with time. Now, years later, both have achieved considerable fame in the entertainment industry, but their disdain for each other remains as intense as ever. Fate takes an unexpected turn when they are cast as the leads in a highly anticipated romantic drama. The show, centered around a story of love and redemption, requires them to portray a couple whose chemistry is undeniable, a task that seems impossible given their real-life hatred. As filming begins, tensions run high. Their on-screen characters fall in love, while off-screen, they continue to clash in private. But as they are forced to spend more time together, the lines between fiction and reality start to blur. Old memories resurface, and they begin to see each other in a new light. The emotions they portray on screen start to feel all too real, leading to unexpected moments of vulnerability and confusion. In a world where both pride and feelings are on the line, Hoshi and Woozi must navigate the complexities of their relationship. Will they continue to let their rivalry define them, or will they find that love can sometimes emerge from the most unlikely of places?

Choi Seungcheol, the leader of the famous K-pop group Rose Blush, and Yoon Jeonghan, a member of the national E-sports team Serene Quartz, find themselves living together when a fire renders the Rose Blush dorm uninhabitable. The company arranges for Rose Blush to stay in the spacious Serene Quartz dorm, conveniently located near the company building. While adjusting to their new living arrangements, an unexpected incident occurs; Seungcheol and Jeonghan swap bodies. Now trapped in each other's lives, they must navigate the challenges of leading a K-pop group and being a national-level E-sport player, all while trying to keep their secret from their teammates and fans. As they struggle to adapt and find a way to reverse the swap, both Seungcheol and Jeonghan gain new insights into each other's worlds, leading to unexpected growth and understanding.

BOOK #5 What do you get when you try to cure poison with poison? A catastrophe. Shattered glass. Screams behind closed doors. And one infuriating novelist who keeps dragging me into his worlds like I belong there. This wasn't in the fine print when I accepted the assignment. A forged identity. A counterfeit guardian. A wolf dressed in security black, slipped into the orbit of that wide-eyed storm who never stops narrating his own life. Boo Seungkwan- the Kwon empire's beating heart, their vulnerable hinge, their radiant little jewel my family demanded I tarnish with my own hands. That was the blueprint. Cold. Straightforward. Merciless. And it was working. Perfectly. Until it wasn't. Until my gaze kept drifting back to him. Until my jaw betrayed me with a smile at his ridiculous plot twists. Until desire coiled hot and sharp in my lower spine- unwanted, relentless, shameful- every time he breathed out "captain," voice dipped in honey and lips flushed like sin itself. And the structure of my life- the oaths, the schemes, the years of inherited rage, the bloodline I was chained to- all of it fractures. Splinters. Falls apart at the slightest tilt of his head. Because the most fatal enemy isn't the one you're sent to kill- it's the one you start wanting to keep.

BOOK #4 He didn't walk into my life - he bled into it. Like smoke curling under locked doors, like rot blooming behind a smile. They say the Devil knocks. But Soonyoung never needed to. He found the cracks in me, the ones I sealed with silence and stitched with obedience, and whispered through them like a hymn - dark, low, addictive. He calls me little heart, like I'm something fragile he plans to keep broken. And I keep coming back, not because I'm brave - but because I've forgotten the taste of salvation. And damnation, when it wears his face, feels almost holy. ---- I never wanted heaven. Too clean. Too quiet. Give me the boy who flinches at kindness and claws at cruelty like it's the only language he knows. Give me Jihoon. My little heart with iron in his spine and rot tucked behind his ribs. He thinks he can outrun the dark - sweet thing hasn't realized I am the dark. And I've already wrapped my hands around his throat, not to hurt him - but to make sure he never leaves. He prays. I answer. Every time, in blood, in fire, in a love so sharp it cuts both ways.

BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.

BOOK #2 They say love heals scars, but Seokmin's scars were lessons-bitter reminders that twisted him into a creature of darkness. His life was a series of brutal lessons that shaped him into someone who burns with an unquenchable fire. Protecting his brother-in-law's assistant was both his best and worst decision, a choice that bound him to Joshua in ways he could never escape. Joshua was his-body, mind, and soul. His to break, reshape, and claim. No one could alter that, not Joshua, not even Seokmin himself. Seokmin's voice was low, his breath hot against Joshua's skin as he spoke, "I've never craved anyone as much as I crave you." Joshua's eyes were wet with fear as he tried to pull away. "You don't love me. You're just obsessed. Let me go." Seokmin's grip tightened as he leaned in, pressing his lips to Joshua's in a kiss both tender and demanding. "I'll let you go," he whispered against Joshua's lips, "but only when my soul is ripped from this body. And even then, who knows? Maybe we're bound beyond this life."

There is a palace that only shines beneath the weeping moon, where a prince lives with a heart full of devotion and a curse that keeps him breathing through centuries of loss. Far away, an artist paints the shape of a love he does not remember, guided only by dreams that feel too real to be imagined. When their worlds touch, will their souls recognize what their minds have forgotten, the warmth, the ache, the promise once made beneath starlight. "But love that has already died once does not return without a price."