Mafia AU Jisung was a nobody, a loner who hacked for fun. Then he stole from the SKZ mafia. Now he's on the ground, bruised and breathless, Minho pressing him down. Blood drips from his lips, but he only grins. "Go fuck yourself." [Completed] Pic credits to rightful owner. Started: 15/03/2025 Under editing: 20/04/2025 - dk Ended: 4/07/2025 🥇#1 Han 🥇#1 LeeMinho 🥇#1 Jisung 🥇#1 Straykids 🥇#1 Stay 🥇#1 Changbin 🥇#1 Minsungfanfiction 🥉#3 Kpop 🏅#5 Minsung

Jisung was seventeen, alone, and working nights in a dim Seoul bar where no one asked about his past. Born in Thailand. Parents gone at three. Moved to England at fourteen with his older siblings-his whole world. Then, in the same cruel month, his brother died in a crash, and his sister took her own life. He ran. To Korea. To nowhere, really. Then they walked in. Seven alphas. Close. Controlled. Quietly powerful. They didn't flirt. Didn't hover. But they noticed him-and kept noticing. One always left a warm drink. One always asked if he'd eaten. One never took his eyes off Jisung, but never made a move. They didn't ask what he was. But they knew. And somehow, without trying, they made him feel... safe. He didn't trust it. Not yet. But part of him-some small, aching part-wanted to stop running.