Description Jisung just wanted bubble tea. What he got instead? Kidnapped by the most feared mafia boss in South Korea. Lee Minho, cold-hearted leader of the infamous gang Stray Kids, doesn't make mistakes. People whisper his name like a death sentence. He's ruthless. Merciless. Untouchable. ...Until his men accidentally kidnap the wrong guy. Now Jisung, a broke, chaotic college student with more anxiety than common sense, is stuck in the middle of a mafia household full of deadly men (and even deadlier sarcasm). Minho says he's keeping Jisung around for "entertainment." Jisung says he wants to live long enough to finish his bubble tea. Neither of them expects the late-night arguments, accidental moments of tenderness, or the slow burn tension that makes survival... complicated. Because if there's one thing more dangerous than crossing Minho.. ...it's making him fall in love. [I did not make this to satisfy anyone... Because my popularity ran out after Mission Impossible🙂🙂 And im just doing this one for fun i dont give a f4...Theres a lot of comedy so read it if you want i dont care🤏]

Rating: Explicit language, graphic violence, non-con medical experimentation, forced drug use, power imbalance, extremely toxic dynamic. Kim Seungmin was born with poison in his skin. One touch and people collapse: noses bleeding, lungs seizing, some never waking up again. The world called him a monster. He called it a curse. Then the Black Venom Syndicate found him. They took him on his seventeenth birthday, dragged him into a concrete hell, and started pumping experimental venom straight into his bloodstream to make his "gift" stronger. Deadlier. Controllable. And the man holding the syringe? Bang Chan. Twenty-four. Ruthless. Beautiful in the way a loaded gun is beautiful. Leader of the most feared mafia family in Seoul. Cold-blooded, cruel, and completely untouchable. He doesn't beat Seungmin. He doesn't have to. He just breaks him in quieter ways: forcing food down his throat when he refuses to eat, pinning him down for every screaming injection, yanking his head back by the hair to make him meet those empty black eyes. Seungmin fights every second. He curses Chan out in every language he knows. He spits venom (literal and not) and swears one day he'll watch Chan bleed out on the same concrete floor. Chan only smiles that terrifying, patient smile and says, "Keep fighting, puppy. It makes you taste better when you finally break." This isn't love. This isn't even obsession yet. This is ownership. This is a war fought in chains and needles and choked screams. Twenty chapters of pure hate. Twenty chapters of venom burning through veins and words sharp enough to cut. And somewhere after the twentieth scream... something darker than hate starts growing. Warning: If you're here for fluffy confessions and sweet kisses, leave now. This story will drown you in toxicity, drown you in rage, and only then, maybe, let you breathe. You've been warned. Strap in. The venom's just getting started. ♡

⚠️ 16+ | mafia romance | age gap (6 years) | enemies to lovers | slow-burn but make it feral | strong language | explicit makeout scenes | possessive older top x chaotic sunshine bottom | Paris nights & bad decisions Title: One Star, Mon Amour Han Jisung is twenty, broke, and the proud (chaotic) owner of Le Petit Soleil, a tiny Korean-French fusion café hidden in the 11th arrondissement of Paris. He sings off-key to Enhypen while frothing oat milk, flirts for tips, and lives off iced strawberry lattes and pure spite. Enter Lee Minho. Twenty-six. Cold. Dangerous. The kind of beautiful that should come with a warning label and a body count. Rumour says he runs half the underground in Paris. Rumour also says he doesn't date. He just breaks things, people, hearts. When Minho leaves a brutal one-star review on Jisung's café, calling it "overpriced noise pollution," Jisung swears he'll burn the bastard's world down. He didn't expect Minho to walk back in the next day, smirking, calling him chéri like it's foreplay, and offering to make it up to him in ways that definitely aren't PG. Suddenly Jisung's tiny café becomes the battleground for late-night arguments, spilled coffee, and kisses that taste like danger and espresso. He calls him old man. Minho calls him chéri. And somewhere between the hate and the heat, one star turns into something neither of them can control. Tropes: - Grumpy mafia boss × chaotic sunshine barista - "Touch him and you die" energy - Age gap (26 × 20) - Paris back alleys & expensive whiskey - Knife play threats but make it romantic - Explicit makeouts against every surface in the café - Possessive hand on throat (consensual) - "You're too young for me" vs "Try and stop me, old man" Playlist vibe: The Weeknd, Chase Atlantic, DPR IAN, French rap at 3 a.m. ⚠️ Minho is toxic but in the hottest way possible. Jisung is a walking red flag magnet. Enter at your own risk.

YOU BASTARD minsung | mafia stepbrothers au | dark comedy slow-burn He is the king of three countries' underworlds, the man whose name makes grown assassins cry. Lee Minho doesn't lose. He doesn't flinch. He doesn't feel. And then one drunk Vegas night later, he gains a stepbrother. Han Jisung: 22, zero impulse control, mouth faster than a bullet, allergic to authority, and apparently now living in Minho's house, eating Minho's food, breathing Minho's air, and ruining Minho's peace with every sarcastic "yes, hyung" that drips pure venom. They hate each other on sight. Good. Hate is simple. Hate is safe. But hate has a way of twisting when you're forced to share the same roof, the same dinner table, the same suffocating tension that sparks every time their eyes meet across a room. One rules with blood and silence. The other rules with beats and chaos. Both are about to learn that the most dangerous thing in the world isn't a gun. It's the person who can make you feel something when you swore you never would. A slow-burn war of death glares, accidental brushing of hands, 3 a.m. arguments in the kitchen, and the terrifying moment when "I want to kill him" starts sounding a lot like "I want him." Every "you bastard" is followed by one dead body and a feeling neither of them asked for. Get in. We're going chapters of delicious torture.

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Det er VM 2021, og Nora er lige blevet hyret som håndboldherrernes SoMe manager. Hun vil vise at hun er mere end bare en radiovært, og Nikolaj Jacobsen niece. Hvad hun dog ikke ved er, at de mennesker hun kommer til at møde, kommer til at få en større betydning for hende og hendes fremtid. "Us" er en fanfiktion skrevet om håndboldherrerne og hvordan jeg ser deres personligheder.

Description Jisung is a complete softy sweet, bubbly, and hopelessly curious about everything. With a heart too pure and a mouth that never stops joking, he has a way of turning even the darkest situations into something laughable. Adorable, clumsy, and fearless in the most ridiculous ways, Jisung doesn't realize how much danger he attracts by stepping into a world that isn't his. On the other side of that world stands Minho a ruthless mafia boss, a man carved out of shadows, feared by everyone who speaks his name. Cold, calculating, and a psychopath at heart, Minho doesn't know what it means to feel warmth... until Jisung barges into his life uninvited. A dark romance unfolds where laughter meets blood, innocence collides with cruelty, and a curious boy might be the only light capable of softening the monster in the shadows.

Lessons in Blood Jisung is the kind of student who hides his pain behind sarcasm and chaos. He's used to being pushed around, mocked, and bullied...until the day a new teacher steps into the classroom. Lee Minho. Sharp, cold, untouchable. The kind of man who doesn't just teach rules..he enforces them. What no one knows is that he's living a double life: teacher by day, mafia boss by night. When Jisung's bullies start to mysteriously disappear, rumors swirl through the school. And while fear should keep Jisung away, something about Minho keeps pulling him closer... dangerously close. But falling for a man like him doesn't come without blood. And Jisung is about to learn the hardest lesson of all. Dark Romance Teacher x Student Mafia AU

They're stepbrothers. Not blood. Never blood. Just two boys who grew up too close, shared too many late nights, and learned to breathe in the same rhythm. Bang Chan is all sharp edges and locked jaws... grumpy, overworked, drowning in guilt he won't name. Yuchen is chaos in human form: loud laughter, mismatched socks, peach-scented trouble that never leaves the room when he does. Chan has spent years pretending the ache in his chest is anger. Yuchen has spent years pretending he doesn't notice how Chan's eyes linger. One apartment. One unspoken rule: don't cross the line. One problem: the line is disappearing, and neither of them wants to redraw it. (teaser quote) Chan's thumb hovers over the chocolate smear at the corner of Yuchen's mouth for half a second too long. Yuchen doesn't flinch. He just parts his lips... barely... and whispers, "You can fix it, hyung... if you're brave enough."