"I'm sorry Hyung," Jungkook whispered. "Why don't you go to hell!" They yelled in usion _____ They promised me but they broke it.

English story {self-made story. If you read it somewhere, it's just coincidence. I invented everything myself. Used for entertainment.} You heard Chan faking a cough. "What?" you asked. Chan looked away from his phone and panicked. You frowned. "Nothing" he shortly replied. ~WARNING : - My story contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes - If you don't feel comfortable please don't read it thx ^^ - please don't copy it or writ it in other languages (just dm me if you want to writ it in other languages) thx start = 2022.05.02 finish = 2023.04.04

He walked over, the weight of everything boiling under his skin, and stopped behind him. A smirk tugged at his lips - but it was thin, angry, tired. "If you're not gonna apologize," Hyunjin said coldly, "at least you could say thank you. You almost died." Minho didn't even blink. "I didn't ask for your help." And just like that, he turned to walk away. But Hyunjin slammed his hand on the locker beside him, trapping him in place. His body blocked the exit, his eyes dark and storming. "Is your thing pretending nothing ever touches you?" he said, voice low but taut with frustration eyes burning with anger. "That you're above it? That even death wasn't worth reacting to?" Minho met his stare, his tone flat. "And it's your thing - obsessed with people who don't care." It hit. Hard. ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains themes of bullying, verbal/emotional abuse, angst, and unhealthy dynamics. .

She happened to be a camerawomen, not just any camerawomen but a specialist for momento mori. She was dreading for a week holiday and was not willing to take any requests. But then she was called and was offered a five times payment than her real salary, she couldn't say no. She convinced herself that it would only take a few hours of her holiday or maybe even less. But at the location of the given address, it was another long journey before she could even have her full week break. --- "Don't touch me," I warned him and threw the books I have been holding at him. He obeyed and I tried to open the door again. This is seriously freaking me out. "Let me try,"he offered. I stepped away from the door and let him do want he wants. He grabbed a chair and hit the door handle but it won't budge. In frustration, he exhaled loudly and put the chair down. "This door is metal how can we open it." I am still afraid of Hyungwon but at this kind of situation, what can I do?

"In that moment I felt a jolt of butterflies irrupt from my stomach and reach my heart making it flutter then up to my throat making it dry. I, never, in my whole life have had a feeling like that. "So how was it?" He asks but I was speechless the only thing I could do was think 'shit.'"

"I- I'm....... I'm Jeongin." "We're boyfriends. It's nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy your apartment!" Hyunjin exclaimed. "I will, thank you." Minho replied with a smile. "Of course. If you need anything, you can come over or call us." Hyunjin enthusiastically spoke as Minho took his phone out to get the couple's contact information. "You're so warm and smell really good." Jeongin stated, earning a hum in response from Hyunjin. "I want chicken." "What?" "Sorry, I got nervous. My heart started beating faster, and I felt myself melt." "So why are you doing this to him? Do you not care about him and how he feels?" Minho asked Jeongin. "I do. I just wanted to be closer to you." Minho sighed before replying to what was said. "I get that, but there's other ways to do that without it bothering Hyunjin." Began: January 5, 2025 Finished: March 31, 2025

Okay, real talk. These two have been orbiting each other forever but somehow missed the basic human interaction memo. Like, they could be standing five inches apart and still manage to communicate nothing but awkward silence and blushing fits. It's honestly impressive - if you enjoy secondhand embarrassment and low-key yelling at your characters to just talk. And their friends? Oh, honey, the friends have given up on subtlety. They've thrown all discretion out the window and turned matchmaking into a full-contact sport. "Oops, only one seat left!" "Let's hang out where they want to go!" "Who stole whose hoodie now?" Spoiler: it's a crime scene, but they don't care because they're too busy being cute disasters. So grab popcorn, because this slow-burn romance moves at the speed of molasses but hits like a sugar rush. If you don't find yourself screaming "JUST KISS ALREADY" at least twice, are you even reading? Because I swear, I'm about to lose my mind cheering them on from behind my keyboard. "If staring was a language, these two would've been fluent by now."

"I wonder what time is it" "Changkyun" She calls pushing her hair away. The male walk towards her immediately smelling her which cause him to sigh. "How much did you drink?" He ask. "I don't know. I lost count. They kept giving me drinks" She shut her eyes close feeling her vision blur. "Now, what kind of excuse do you have? I said 10pm?" Changkyun raise a brow. "I do not have an excuse. They told me to stay so I did. It's my own will" Changkyun soften at her words but still manage to keep his composure. "Kiss me" That kicks all the alcohol in her system. Jia look up to see if he's joking but it's clear he's not. "What?" She let out. "That's the only thing I can think of how I'll forgive you. Kiss me" Changkyun stares at her. "Here, here and here" The male point at his lips, neck and collar bone. "Isn't that too much?" She shakes at his order. "I don't think so. Do it." • contains mature themes • im changkyun fanfiction • stylist x idol relationship

"You know, I gotta warn you, baby." He swipes his thumb over Minho's lower lip. "I might just break your heart." Minho just giggles breathily. He must think Chan's kidding. {HEY MAYBE SKIP THIS ONE IF YOU'RE STRUGGLING WITH SELF HARM/SUICIDAL THOUGHTS!}