❛ . . . Seungmin sighs. He hasn't risen from his place. He stares out at the rapid and shakes his head. "Honestly, staying here is probably better than going anywhere else," he says inwardly. "Not like we even know where we're going anyway, do we?" . . . ❜ OR: Eight best friends become trapped in the basement and come out a month later to a world that is not at all how they remember it.

This will be the third time Jisung has switched schools since middle school. His life had fallen apart, according to him, and he dreaded every next day. Minho, on the other hand, had the life Jisung could only dream of: many trustworthy friends, he was well respected, two loving parents. Now, Jisung's just hoping to make it through the rest of high school without his secrets being spilled, again. ⚠WARNINGS⚠ Self harm Suicide mentions Abuse SA Drinking ⚠WARNINGS ARE HERE FOR A REASON, THEY WILL NOT BE REPEATED IN THE CHAPTERS AGAIN⚠ -Disclaimer- This story is purely FICTION. None of this has actually happened to the idols and I am only using their names. This story is entirely mine, ideas and all. Started: 08 - 05 - 2025 Finished: N/A Status: [ONGOING] Unfortunately Unsteady Updates #4 Seungjin 02 - 22 - 2026 #10 Skz 03 - 10 - 2026 #2 Leefelix 03 - 13 - 2026 #1 Jisung 04 - 13 - 2026 #1 Jeongchan 04 - 29 - 2026

Everyone can fall in love for their friends, right? But It's complicate, very complicate, very scary? very hard. What If I lose him? How would it feel to live without someone who you know since you were born. How would that be feeling? But...How would he feel? To find out that his best friend fall in love with him? See? Very difficult.

I leave hell for you, even if you are the angel who belongs to hell

🧟 Minsung Zombie Apocalypse AU 🧟 The world ended quietly. No explosions. No mercy. Just the slow decay of everything that once mattered. Minho has survived long enough to forget what hope feels like-until he finds Jisung, a boy too young, too kind, and too stubborn to die. Together, they move through the ruins, bound by fear, trust, and something that feels almost like love. But in a world where the dead don't stay down, nothing that soft lasts for long. Because the quiet always takes you in the end.

" 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 !