War. As common as it is repulsive. Where only instinct can cut the line between life and a perishable death. 1922, war emerged between Korea and the United States, a cold winter that most soldiers will remember, if they live through it. Minho, a soldier looked up to by many, though he only keeps to himself, is a prodigy. He can lead just as well as he can kill, which is all that is looked for. Everything will take a turn for the worst when a soldier from the enemy lines is taken as a prisoner to be questioned. Jisung, who doesn't speak a word of English is now assigned to Minho, to crack, to decode. They both want the same thing...live another day. Only life will throw them in situations not most common for sworn enemies... Comfort can be found in violence The word love can be drawn in blood And no one can get what is Minho's... Not even his prisoner - Best rankings: #1 in hanjisung

-vampire au- "Jisung please stop." "If you want me to stop so badly then do us both a favor and just kill me." -TRIGGER WARNINGS- - blood -self harm -suicidal thoughts please do not read if you get triggered by these topics started: 5-21-2021 finished: 9-11-2021 i do not accept translations on my stories!!!

Jisung's stone heart contains crystal tears. In a world of mafia and danger, these are shed. "I hate you." "Liar." TWS!! ⚠️ -SA -violence -injuries -throwing up -smut -trauma -death -others

Minho has two goals: Graduate High School Then Kill Himself But what he doesn't have planned is moving to a new school, and meeting 7 friends on his first day seemingly lighting up his life. But would that be enough to save him from himself? -This is cross platform, on ao3- Username Candy_Kpop_Simper

Jisung is a fire mage. Minho is a water mage. They've been rivals since they met two years ago. In fact, they might as well be enemies with how much they hate each other. They fight, they scheme. Jisung would gladly kill Minho, and the other way around. But what happens when they cross a line one drunken night? Fantasy enemies to lovers! Magic, monsters, secrets. *This story is going to be... a bit more spicy than my other stories. Lot's of lovely scenes ahead, so if that makes you uncomfortable, maybe skip this one lol.

In a world where powers awaken at the young age of 13. Every other normal person gets theirs at thirteen. Unless you're Jisung of course-then you get betrayal, trauma, and a shady agency with questionable ethics. Minho didn't mean to screw things up. Jisung didn't mean to survive. Now they're on the same team, pretending things aren't awkward while dodging monsters, unraveling conspiracies, and maybe falling for each other (oops). There's chaos. There's angst. There's emotionally unstable animal companions. Welcome to the team.

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