Tired, that's how I felt all day. I love my work, my fans, my members.... But do they love me? I shouldn't wonder but I can't think of being appreciated. Everything I'm doing, everything I'm sacrificing, including my health, is not repaid with either the love of the Stay or the love of my members, my family.... Can I still consider them my family. Too much stress, too much work, too many expectations and no one to count on, how long can I continue like this? I just keep thinking that if I left, no one would miss me, not the Stay, not my members, not even my family... What keeps me alive is only the pain I feel every time I lock myself in the bathroom, when I see that red liquid running down my arm I feel free, nothing can make me feel something like them, not even food. What if I make it all stop? What if I leave forever? What if the voices in my head finally went away? What would people think of me? Maybe they would label me as "The idol too weak to bear some pain" but I would never know.... Maybe it's better this way, maybe eternal darkness is better than an eternity of pain. Or: Seungmin feels excluded from everything and falls into bad habits, will the Stray Kids understand what they have caused? This story was also published on ao3 so if you've already read it, don't worry, it's still me!!

When Bang Chan leaves; his childhood sweetheart embarks on a quest to visit him, trying to fulfil the promise made years ago.

Hyunjin and Felix... Two bestfriends, two bandmates, two soulmates and most importantly... Two lovers. They're the happiest when together. They're the luckiest when together. They're in love when together. Until... the world comes in between. In this book hearts will shatter, promises will break and relationships will crack. "we were never meant to be." --- #1 in hyunlix - 23 august 2025

Minho, a wannabe photographer, and Jisung, a quiet guitarist and writer. They had been friends for years - an endearing duo in a group of eight chaotic friends. All their friends joked about them being married, and the jokes got to Jisung's head so much he actually developed feelings. He thought Minho felt the same way, so he wrote a song for him, and intended on using it to confess his feeling. However, the day Jisung planned to sing Minho his song, a new girl transferred to Minho's digital photography class. Minho was hooked on her, and Jisung's heart tore into two. ── .✦"𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬."✦.── ⚠CONTENT WARNING⚠ ➤Angst ➤Body Dysphoria ➤Implied Sexual Content SIDE SHIP: MINOR CHANMIN FINAL WORD COUNT: 50211 STARTED: 09/01/25 ENDED: 12/16/025

an obsession between two mentally ill psychos. - completed. hwang hyunjin , yang jeongin ! trigger warning highest rank : 1 on #hyunin

Everyone agrees the fire was an accident. They're wrong. 🖤 Ara-yeon and Jeongin grew up side by side, childhood best friends shaped by a shared world that later collapsed under secrets, violence, and loss. Nearly four years after being torn apart, fate draws them together again when Ara-yeon is appointed as Jeongin's personal stylist. What should have been a clean reunion quickly becomes complicated as unresolved trauma, buried truths, and lingering emotions resurface. As past and present collide, Ara-yeon and Jeongin must confront who they were, who they've become, and whether some connections are destined to heal-or destroy. 🖤 "chilling. best fanfic i read in long time. so many freaking plot twists." -@nouarwayy 💖

'it was just too much.' lee felix decided that he will leave everything and everyone behind in Korea and move to Australia to start fresh and by everyone, he meant his boyfriend of two years, hwang hyunjin but what happens when felix is forced to go back to Korea because of his job and meets the one who he left behind? "your hair is different." "but my feelings for you aren't." _ this book contains: - eating disorder - smut

Jisung wants to die. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Right now. Every breath feels like a curse- he hopes it's his last. But what if fate has other plans? Loving someone so broken, they can't even feel it- that's the cruelest kind of mess. TOP LEEKNOW BOTTOM JISUNG