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“It’s so over,” I whispered to myself. I replayed the video over and over again, crying harder with every repeat. There wasn't any room for theories, Hyuna just died.
“Put me in there. I'll save everyone with a gun.” I commented while I ran my hands down my face, stressed.
That happens. Without the gun, though.
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From closer, it’s clear that Minho is about his age. He’s handsome— very much so— in an untouchable sort of way. Straight nose, sharp eyes, a defined cupid’s bow. He looks sculpted rather than born. Jisung might shrink under the weight of his presence if the situation were different.
Knowing that Minho is dying ruins the illusion of perfection.
Jisung answers an ad online reading: "I'm going to die, but there's a lot of things I haven't done yet that I don't want to do alone."
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“Jisung suggested something to try to get people to back off,” Hyunjin steps closer, reaching out to poke Jeongin right on the sternum. Jeongin scowls, picking up his bowl and starting for his room, leaving Hyunjin trailing on his heels. “And I was thinking that you’d be the perfect candidate!”
“Because Jisung is always full of good ideas,” Jeongin snorts, dropping into his desk chair, whatever game he’s in the middle of playing idling on screen.
“This one is a good idea! I just need you to give me a few hickeys and it’ll keep the bastards away from me for at least a week!”
Jeongin chokes. Full on coughing, hunched over his bowl spluttering. When he regains the ability to talk, his voice is strained, “Excuse me?”
(OR: in an effort to get customers to stop hitting on him, hyunjin asks his best friend to mark him up)
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“What’s he saying?” Changbin asked curiously as he, with little to no fear (because he was either stupidly brave or stupidly stupid.) Moved closer.
“Careful,” Chan warned as it grew silent once again, silent enough to finally make out the hazy sentences the beautiful sick stranger was saying.
‘Not…’nfected,’ he mumbled unconsiously, ‘don’t… kill me. Please.’
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The world came to an end on June 15th, 2005, and ever since then, Chan stuck with the group of six he had collected overtime in their small town mall. When they find a stranger in the middle of the woods with one foot in deaths door, their peaceful post-apocolyptic lives are flipped over.
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- Part 1 of Faded bite marks universe
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For years, Hyunjin has been pretending to be a completely normal member of Stray Kids to guard his secret supernatural status. It’s bad enough that he’s living together with other supernaturals, especially when his obvious touch aversion towards said teammates is misconstrued as hate when it’s the furthest thing from the truth.
Add in the need for constant vigilance to avoid being caught by the supernatural entity that is the Tower, and a nonexistent love life that pales in comparison to the multiple blooming romances in the rest of the group, and you’ve got the perfect step by step guide to making Hyunjin go crazy.
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Them shackles and them chains, yeah, you're free to take 'em off by aeriluvs
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
10 Aug 2025
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Then, a gloved finger trailed slowly along his jawline. Hyunjin froze, breath catching in his chest. The touch was soft, eerily gentle, but so out of place that it sent a sharp chill racing through him. It moved with unsettling care, tracing the curve of his jaw, then rising to graze the edge of his bottom lip, lingering there just long enough to make him flinch.
“Such a pretty thing,” came the murmur. The voice was low, smooth, and dangerous, like velvet soaked in gasoline, equal parts allure and threat.
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A beautiful, reckless art student unknowingly captures the attention of South Korea’s most dangerous heist crew—and becomes the one thing they’ll risk everything to protect, possess, and maybe even love.
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- Part 1 of The Hwang Hyunjin Archives