Jay Lawrence Gaspar (JL) is a university student caught in a relationship that slowly dims his light. Beside him is Park Han, his best friend-always present, always listening, and secretly in love with him. As Han watches JL endure a love that hurts more than it heals, he struggles between staying silent as a friend and speaking up as someone who knows he could treat JL better. "I know I can Treat You Better, If you ever let me JL"

One dorm. Two roommates. One heart caught in the middle. Steven's a whirlwind-loud, reckless, impossible to ignore. Han's a quiet storm-gentle, unreadable, and hard to forget. JL didn't plan on falling for either of them... let alone both. So how should he deal with them? Author's note: This book is created within one's imagination and fantasy, the story itself, along with the mentioned characters, information and identities are all work of fiction and must be separated from reality. This is the first fanfiction book I've ever created. So I'm not really confident about it. But overall, if you chose to read it, Thank you, and if you don't like it, still, Thank you. Enjoy reading❤️ -

After walking away from the spotlight he'd chased all his life, Lawrence returns home seeking peace- only to find a stranger playing the piano in his living room at midnight.

Shattered memories, a stolen past. JL awakens from a car crash to find his life erased, his parents gone, and a vast inheritance thrust upon him. Navigating the unfamiliar halls of Universe High under the watchful eye of his uncle, Minho, he's haunted by faces that seem to hold pieces of a puzzle he can't solve. Han, the stoic student council president, carries the weight of a childhood vow binding them together, now lost to JL's amnesia. As JL forges new bonds, especially with Steven, the compassionate basketball star who witnessed the accident, Han's jealousy simmers beneath a controlled exterior. Can JL reclaim his past, embrace a future forged in the present, and discover where his heart truly belongs?

"A dream of takin' back in time" When JL's life takes a tragic turn after a devastating accident, his world is left in darkness-literally. Han, the man he's loved in silence, stands by him... until fate pulls them apart. But love doesn't fade so easily, and sometimes, it's the goodbyes we never wanted that hurt the most. A BL story that will haunt your dreams. 🌙✨

Yence is the flawless campus beauty of Solen High-admired by all but close to none. Cold, elegant, untouchable. Han is the emotionless prince of Rikumo Academy-respected, talented, and entirely uninterested in romance. They live in different worlds, walk different paths, and have never crossed each other's lives- Until one crowded school festival changes everything. A bump. A stare too long. A spark neither of them expected. What happens when two people who claim they don't believe in love... can't stop falling?

Symbols: 🟢🟢 No SMUT Scenes 🛑🛑 With SMUT Scenes Note: This is purely a fanfiction. Please separate reality from fantasy. You do have an option to skip the chapters with SMUT scenes. Adapted from my original work Mingkit. :) Synopsis: It all started from being friends. From when Han started to see JL in his peripheral view everytime he accompanies Kyungho in the Music Department to visit his boyfriend Woongki and when he started to feel that there is something changing inside him. He can't control his feeling everytime he hears JL's name from another guy's mouth. Nor he can't explain why he misses him so much. Same with JL but he is not yet ready to fall in love especially to a playboy like Han. He knows it too well for he was played before by his ex- boyfriend for 1 year. It almost ruined his life. But he can't help but smile and feel happy everytime he's with him. But what if JL's ex-boyfriend came back and asked to get back together or Han's trail of crazy ex-girlfriends trying to get in contact with him. What will happen to them both? Will their love grows with these challenges? Will their relationship fall apart?

A gamer's devotion, a prince behind the screen-one reaching out, the other hiding in plain sight. Unbeknownst to the ace who conquers battlefields, his heart already belongs to the boy next door. Between pixels and reality, love levels up in ways neither of them expected. ✦ an hanjay fanfic ✦ Feb 2025 ⚠️ DISCLAIMER / WARNING ⚠️ This story is a work of fiction and is not intended to reflect real-life events, personalities, or relationships. While the characters may share names and likenesses with real individuals, their personalities, interactions, and narratives are entirely fictionalized for creative purposes. This fanfiction is created out of love and admiration for the individuals depicted, with no intention of misrepresenting, defaming, or implying real-life truths. Please remember to separate fiction from reality and enjoy this story as a purely imaginative piece. Thank you for reading and supporting this creative work! 💖

its in the title hahah

Sixto's been watching him from across the café for three months - Ellie, the barista with hands that move like water when he pulls espresso, and a smile that only comes out when he thinks no one's looking. Every day, Sixto orders the same iced latte, draws little stars on his napkin, and leaves before Ellie can notice the way his eyes linger. The song "Torete" plays softly from the speakers, and Sixto's chest tightens. He's spent so long hiding in the shadows, scared that one wrong move would make Ellie disappear like a dream. Even if you don't love me, it's okay... He'd tried to ignore it then - just a song, just a sentiment he couldn't afford to dwell on. He had no idea those words would soon become the anthem of the most important three months of his life. With each order he places and collects, Sixto leaves behind a paper napkin - always folded neatly, with "thank you" written in neat cursive and tiny stars drawn around the words. The stars are symbolic to him, each one represents a moment their eyes locked, a small piece of his feelings he dares to leave behind when he can't find the words to say them aloud. They don't know each other's names yet - only the weight of passing stares, the quiet rustle of napkins sliding across the counter, and brief exchanges that never go beyond: "Iced latte, please" and "Here you go - enjoy your day." Will Sixto finally work up the courage to say more than his order?