They say that two souls meant to be are tied by an invisible Red string, one that binds them through eternity. It may stretch and tangle but will never break Bang Chan and Lee Minho were polar opposites yet had one thing in common. Both were broken, in desperate search for healing.One was out of hope, crippling under his own thoughts whereas the other kept smiling, no matter what. One eventful day, fate decided to make them meet. "I just look at him and it terrifies me, terrifies me to think about what I would do for him" "Do you love him that much?" "Speak of him above my grave and watch as it brings me back to life" "I can't explain it-I just can't. And it scares me because everytime I see him smile, it's enough to remind me to live. For him." Note: remember, all of this is purely fictional, characters are only for visualisation and have nothing to do with the actual members preferences, personal lives or is related to them in anyway. None of the music, pictures belong to me. Once again, this is only for entertainment purposes and not shipping them in anyway in real life. Please keep these in mind and enjoy!

"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."

" Ca sera toujours toi ! Quoi qu'il arrive , Quoi que je fasse " MinHo

Chan's heart clenched. He carefully rested his cheek against the side of Minho's head for just a moment, light as a feather, sheltering him from another blast of icy wind. Chan brushed the pad of his thumb underneath his eye, settling against the apple of his cheek. "It's okay," he murmured. "I'm not gonna let the water take you." Minho frowned against him gently. "...Take me?" Chan looked back toward the sea, at the way that the water churned, blackened inky water shifting the sand beneath their footing with each rumble of a wave, salty wind brushing through Minho's hair. Chan's expression didn't change. "You should go back home," he said quietly. "Really." Minho followed his gaze. "...Chris..." For just an instant, he had the uncanny that something was watching them from beneath. Minho swallowed thickly, curling his fingers deeper into the fabric of Chan's hoodie. "You're scaring me." Chan tilted his head. "We shouldn't answer the call of the sea, angel." Because Chan knew, he knew that it was watching them.

Minho prend tous les jours le même bus, matin et soir. Toujours les écouteurs dans les oreilles, à quoi bon prêter attention aux gens autour ? Que va-t-il se passer ce jour où il oubliera ses écouteurs ? Et surtout, quand il prêtera enfin attention aux gens autour de lui ?

Minho. Un lycéen comme les autres. Le seul problème : il a une vie de merde. Ses parents le détestent, il est dans un état de dépression et il pense souvent au suicide... Alors, bien évidemment, il ne croit ni au destin, ni aux miracles ou à la magie. Sauf quand, un jour, il rencontre un mystérieux jeune homme. Un jeune homme qui va changer toute son existence. Il s'appelle Bangchan. Et ce n'est pas un humain...

Cold. Powerful. Untouchable. That's how everyone describes Bangchan. When his father arranges a marriage to strengthen his power, Chan lets it happen. To Chan, it's just another deal. He excepts a woman. Instead, Lee Minho shows up. Quiet, insecure, and unprepared for the world he's stepping into. Minho thinks this marriage means protection. Chan thinks it means nothing at all. What begins as an unwanted marriage, turns into something they both would never expect. #1 in minchan & #5 in skz !!🥹💕