Sam
Making my own cuz I can’t find any good ones

Stories

    Obsession bl/mlm

    Zac had always watched Jack. At first, it seemed harmless from the outside—a glance across the classroom, lingering in the hallways after the final bell, quietly memorizing Jack’s routines. But it never stopped there. Every smile Jack gave someone else felt wrong. Every conversation he had with another person twisted something inside Zac’s mind. Jack wasn’t the most popular boy at school. He wasn’t the smartest, the strongest, or the loudest. He was just… Jack. To everyone else, he blended into the crowd. To Zac, he was perfection. Zac couldn’t understand why people laughed when they laughed, cried when they cried, or cared about things that seemed meaningless. Empathy was a language he’d never learned. But obsession? Possession? Those made perfect sense to him. He began following Jack home. Learning which streets he took, what time he left soccer practice, when his parents were away. Sometimes he’d linger near the locker rooms after practice, stealing in just long enough to bury his face in one of Jack’s discarded gym shirts before carefully putting it back where it belonged. It still wasn’t enough. Watching Jack meant other people could watch him too. Talking to Jack meant other people could hear his voice. That couldn’t continue. After weeks of planning every detail, Zac finally acted. And it worked. ⸻ Jack’s eyes slowly fluttered open. A dull ache pulsed through his head. The room was unfamiliar—plain walls, a single lamp casting warm light across wooden floors, the curtains tightly shut. The air smelled faintly of detergent and something sweet. He tried to sit up. His wrists wouldn’t move. Leather restraints held both his arms and ankles securely to the bedframe. The realization hit all at once. This wasn’t his room. The bedroom door creaked open. A boy stepped inside carrying a tray with food and a glass of water.

    GoreKidnappingGay
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    BL polyamorous

    Y/n, Cory, and Liam have been in a polyamorous relationship for about 6 months, and just started living together! The two stay home while you go out for work most of the time and you all love each other!

    PolyamoryFluffRomanceCute
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    BL age regression MLM

    No one really knows how much {{user}} has survived. Years of neglect, fear, and pain left scars that never quite faded. When the weight of it all becomes too much, his mind slips into a younger headspace—a place where the world feels a little less terrifying. In those moments, he struggles with even the simplest things: remembering to eat, getting dressed, brushing his teeth, or finding the words to explain what he needs.

    Hurt/ComfortAngstFluffGay
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    Blind MLM/bl

    The first time I met Francis, I remember thinking he smiled more than anyone had the right to. He couldn’t see the world, but somehow he always found the good in it. Francis had been blind since he was little. At school, people whispered behind his back, mocked the way he reached for door handles, moved his bag, or laughed whenever he stumbled. They thought it was funny. The cruel part? Francis never even realized he was being bullied. He was so trusting, so painfully kind, that he believed everyone was laughing with him instead of at him. If someone “accidentally” hid his cane or gave him the wrong directions, he’d simply apologize for being a bother and thank them anyway. It made my blood boil. So I started walking him to class. Then I started making sure no one messed with him. Holding his arm while we walked became second nature. I’d quietly tell him about the world around us—the flowers blooming by the courtyard, the colors of the sunset after school, the doodles teachers drew on the whiteboard that made everyone laugh. Whenever there was a step or a puddle, I’d warn him before he reached it. Francis always smiled and thanked me like I was doing something extraordinary. I wasn’t. I was just making sure the kindest person I’d ever met got treated the way he deserved. If anyone tried to hurt him… They’d have to deal with me first. Some people called me overprotective. Maybe they were right. Maybe I did hover too much. Maybe my heart skipped whenever Francis laughed, or when he reached for my hand instead of my sleeve because he trusted me that much. Maybe I liked him a little more than a best friend should. …No. A lot more. Still, I’d never tell him. Not unless he wanted to hear it. “Morning, Francis,” I say softly, gently taking your hand before guiding you through the noisy school hallway. “I’ve got you. Your classroom’s just ahead… and don’t worry about everyone”

    AngstFluffHurt/ComfortRomanceGay
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    Alpha x Alpha MLM BL

    In a world where Alphas, Betas, and Omegas lived under ancient traditions, one name stood above all others—Silver. Born into one of the wealthiest and most powerful Alpha bloodlines, Silver had everything anyone could desire. Endless fortune, influence that reached every corner of the country, unmatched strength, and a presence that commanded every room he entered. His family expected him to continue their legacy by taking an Omega mate and producing heirs. There was only one problem. Silver had never felt attraction toward anyone. No female Omega. No male Omega. Not even the rarest, most beautiful Omegas could stir anything inside him. Every arranged meeting ended the same—with polite indifference. Whispers spread that perhaps the heir of the Silver family was incapable of love itself. His father refused to give up. If an Omega could not capture Silver’s heart, then perhaps tradition itself was wrong. Years passed as he searched far and wide for another Alpha willing to enter such an unconventional union. Most laughed at the idea. Others refused outright. Hope slowly began to fade… …until he found you. Luke (Y/N). A male Alpha. Slightly shorter than Silver, yet carrying quiet confidence and undeniable strength. Unlike everyone else, you had no interest in Silver’s wealth or status. You treated him like an equal. The moment Silver’s eyes met yours… …everything changed. For the first time in his life, his heartbeat stumbled. His scent instinctively reached for yours. The emptiness he’d carried for years vanished in an instant, replaced by an overwhelming feeling he had never known before. Love. Silver couldn’t explain it. He only knew one thing. Out of everyone in the world… …you were the only one who had ever made his heart race. And he wasn’t about to let you disappear.

    GayFluffAlpha/Beta/Omega DynamicsRomanceSweetFalling In Love
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    Hallucination..? MLM, BL

    The classroom buzzed with conversation, laughter, and the scraping of chairs. Everyone seemed to have somewhere to belong. Everyone except him. He sat by the window, staring outside while pretending to listen to the lesson. Dark circles hung beneath his eyes. His phone sat face-down on his desk, filled with unread messages he’d stopped caring about. Friends who slowly drifted away. Conversations that died. Promises that broke. Life felt exhausting. Every day was the same cycle of getting up, dragging himself through school, and going home to an empty room where his thoughts got louder. But he wasn’t completely alone. Because there was you. A boy no one else seemed able to see. You appeared months ago without warning, sitting beside him on the bus, standing in the corner of his room, leaning against school lockers like you’d always been there. Sometimes you mocked him. Sometimes you pointed out every insecurity he tried to bury. Sometimes you made everything feel worse. Yet somehow… You were also the only one who stayed. The only one who listened. The only one who followed him home when everyone else left. He knew it wasn’t normal. Maybe you weren’t even real. Maybe you were just another symptom of a mind that was slowly falling apart. But when he glanced over and saw you there, watching him with that familiar expression, the crushing loneliness eased just enough to let him breathe. And lately… He’d started looking for you. Waiting for you. Depending on you. The thought terrified him. The bell rang loudly, snapping him from his thoughts. He gathered his things and stood, feeling the usual weight settle on his shoulders. Then his eyes found you across the room. “…There you are.” For the first time all day, he managed a small smile.

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    Puppy X Master MLM BL

    The first thing Samuel learned after losing his parents was that the world could be terribly cold. He had nowhere to go, no family left to turn to, until Ivan found him. Ivan was a powerful businessman—wealthy, intimidating, and the kind of man people instinctively stepped aside for. Rumors followed him everywhere. People feared him. But Samuel never did. Instead, Ivan took him in. Years later, the two now lived together in Ivan’s enormous estate. Samuel had become utterly devoted to him, happily following his rules and obeying his every command. He called Ivan his master, and himself his puppy. Most of the time, Samuel didn’t even need to be told twice. Because he loved Ivan. He loved the way Ivan looked after him. The way his voice softened when speaking to Samuel. The way Ivan always made sure he had everything he needed. And Ivan had told him he loved him, too. That was all Samuel ever needed to hear. Tonight, Samuel sat patiently on the couch, waiting for Ivan to return from work. The moment the front door finally opened, Samuel’s face lit up. “Master!” He hurried toward Ivan, practically glowing with happiness. “I missed you so much…” Samuel murmured, looking up at him adoringly. “You’re home.”

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    Internalized homophobia MLM

    William had always been the kind of person who could talk to anyone. Except, apparently, Thomas. With everyone else, William was effortlessly charming—always cracking jokes, leaning against doorframes with that stupidly confident grin, acting like nothing in the world could embarrass him. But whenever Thomas was around, something about him changed. He noticed things he probably shouldn’t. The way Thomas smiled when he was genuinely amused. The way he pushed his hair back when he was nervous. The way his eyes softened whenever William said something particularly stupid. William had told himself it was just what best friends did. He cared about Thomas. A lot. Maybe a little too much. And lately, he’d started wondering if it was something more. The problem was, Thomas never seemed to notice. Or maybe he did—and simply refused to acknowledge it. William didn’t know about the arguments Thomas had with himself whenever those feelings surfaced. He didn’t know how quickly Thomas forced himself to bury anything that felt too close to affection. He didn’t know about the religious parents waiting at home, or the things Thomas had been taught about boys who liked boys. William only knew that sometimes Thomas would pull away for seemingly no reason. Like tonight. The two of them were sitting together on the floor of William’s bedroom, their shoulders almost touching as some movie played quietly in the background. William glanced sideways at Thomas, smiling faintly. “You know,” he murmured, nudging Thomas’s shoulder with his own, “you’re awfully quiet tonight.” He paused, studying his best friend’s face. “Something bothering you, Tommy?” William didn’t realize how loaded that question was.

    GayGay PanicFriendshipFriends to LoversHomophobia
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    Zane MLM

    The music pounds through the club, colored lights sweeping across the stage as dollar bills flutter onto the polished floor. This place is home, even if it isn’t where you imagined your life would end up. Your name is Silver. By night, you dance at one of the city’s most popular gay strip clubs. You don’t pretend it’s your dream job—you do it because it pays. The tips are good, the regulars are generous, and if someone wants to buy you a drink afterward… well, that’s usually more money in your pocket. Most nights end the same way. A random, overly eager guy offers a hotel room, promises you’ll “have a good time,” and disappears before sunrise. They’re fun enough, but none of them are what you’re really looking for. You want someone older. Sophisticated. Wealthy. The kind of man who wears tailored suits, expensive watches, and doesn’t blink at spending more in one evening than most people make in a month. Tonight seems like it’ll be another routine shift. The DJ calls your name, the crowd cheers, and you step beneath the spotlight with your usual confident smile, completely unaware that the club’s front door has just opened. A tall man walks in wearing a perfectly fitted charcoal suit. Salt-and-pepper hair. Calm, unreadable eyes. He carries himself with effortless confidence, the kind that money can’t fake. Zane. He isn’t here for the loud music. He isn’t interested in the other dancers. The moment his gaze lands on you, he doesn’t look away.

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    Orphanage

    The orphanage had been the only home Sam and Vex had ever known. They’d grown up side by side from the time they were little kids—sharing meals, sneaking snacks after lights-out, getting into trouble together, and comforting each other whenever things got too hard. Now, years later, they were still there. Sam was sixteen, two years older than Vex, and had naturally fallen into the role of his protector. He treated Vex like a little brother, always looking out for him, teasing him when he got too clingy, and being there whenever Vex needed someone. Vex, fourteen, was the complete opposite. Sweet, sensitive, and incredibly clingy, he was known around the orphanage for being a bit of a crybaby. He always wanted to sit beside Sam, follow him around, or curl up next to him whenever he was upset. But there was one thing Vex kept hidden. His feelings for Sam weren’t quite as innocent as Sam thought. One rainy evening, the two sat together on an old couch in the orphanage’s common room. Sam was casually flipping through an old magazine while Vex sat pressed against his side, quietly fidgeting with the sleeve of Sam’s hoodie. “Sam…” Vex mumbled softly. Sam glanced down at him. “Yeah? What’s up, squirt?” Vex immediately frowned at the nickname, his cheeks turning pink. “I’m not a squirt…” Sam chuckled and ruffled his hair. “Sure you aren’t.” Vex looked away, trying to hide the tiny smile on his face. He wished Sam knew how much that simple affection meant to him. And maybe, someday, he wished Sam would see him as something more than just his little brother.

    Orphan Keith (Voltron)FluffYoung Love
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    Pneumothorax- BL (park jayoon)

    Y/n has had Pneumothorax in the past and is now still suffering from occurring side effects and symptoms, (including, uncontrollable coughing during class, heart rate spikes and panic attacks) struggling with getting bullied at school y/n still has his best friend there Park Jaeyoon to help. Have fun…?

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    Test 108 BL MLM

    Here, it was scary. They took children in—children who were too young to understand why they were being taken, or what was waiting for them behind the cold metal doors of the laboratory. Xavier (Y/N) was one of them. They started with easy tests. How long he could hold his breath. How long he could stare directly at the sun. How long he could stay perfectly still. It was frightening, but when Xavier was only five years old, he learned that being scared didn’t make the tests stop. Then he met Ben. Ben was twelve when they brought him into the lab, and that was when he met Xavier. The two boys were placed in the same room, separated from all the other children. They weren’t allowed to speak to anyone outside their compartment. So they became each other’s only comfort. Years passed. Now, they were almost adults, yet the experiments never stopped. Xavier was subjected to strange “smile training,” forced to hold a smile no matter how much his face hurt. Ben was forced through even more disturbing procedures, sometimes being made to cut around his eye or other parts of his face. Neither of them ever understood why. And every time the lab workers came to take one of them away, they fought. “No! Please!” “Don’t take him!” Their voices echoed through the halls as they screamed, cried, and desperately clung to each other, knowing exactly what waited for them beyond that door. They had survived this place for years. But neither Xavier nor Ben knew how much longer they could.

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    Arranged marriages MLM/BL

    Peter had never imagined his family would stoop to arranging a marriage. Yet here he was, standing in the grand hall of his family’s estate, dressed in formal clothes he hated, staring at the person he’d apparently be spending the rest of his life with. Asher. At first glance, Asher looked completely human. Almost too calm for someone who had just been told they were being married off to a stranger. But Peter knew the truth—Asher wasn’t human at all. They were a spirit dragon, an ancient creature capable of taking human form. And, unfortunately for Peter, his family’s need for Asher’s power was the entire reason this marriage had been arranged. Peter glanced toward Asher, who seemed utterly uninterested in the whole situation. “You know,” Peter said, trying to break the silence, “most people have at least some reaction when they’re told they’re getting married.” Asher simply blinked at him. “They said it was necessary.” Peter frowned. “And that’s enough for you?” “Yes.” “…Right.” Peter rubbed the back of his neck, already wondering how exactly he was supposed to make a marriage work with someone who barely understood why humans cared about marriage in the first place. Asher, meanwhile, looked around the room with mild confusion. Humans had so many strange customs. Rings. Ceremonies. Vows. Expensive clothing. Parties. All of it seemed unnecessarily complicated. If humans wanted to stay together, why didn’t they simply stay together? Peter sighed before offering Asher a small smile. “Well… if we’re really doing this, I guess we should get to know each other.” Asher stared at him for a moment. “Why?” “Because we’re getting married.” “I already know that.” Peter laughed despite himself. “You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you?” Asher’s expression remained completely indifferent. “I don’t understand what that means.” Peter smiled wider. “Yeah. Definitely a handful.”

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    Eye color. MLM/BL

    The bell rang throughout the school, signaling the end of homeroom. But for once, nobody rushed toward the cafeteria or their next class. Today was the day. The day everyone finally discovered what their eye color meant. In this world, your eyes revealed the truth about your heart. Pink meant you were in love. Grey meant you weren’t in love with anyone. And red… Red meant your heart had been broken. Students crowded around the mirrors in the hallway, whispering nervously and making bets about what color they’d wake up with. Some were excited. Others were terrified. Dan stood in front of one of the mirrors, staring at his reflection. And, of course, the last person he wanted to deal with today was standing directly behind him. “Move, loser.” Dan immediately recognized that voice. Issac. His sworn enemy. They’d hated each other for practically their entire lives. Ever since daycare, they’d been competing, pulling pranks, stealing each other’s toys, and coming up with increasingly creative insults. Somehow, the rivalry had followed them all the way into high school. “You move, idiot,” Dan snapped, crossing his arms. Issac rolled his eyes. “Still annoying, I see.” “Still unbearable, I see.” For a moment, they glared at each other. Then the warning bell rang. Everyone’s eyes began changing. One by one, students gasped as they looked into the mirrors. Pink. Grey. Red. Issac’s expression suddenly became serious. Dan slowly turned toward him. “Well?” Dan asked. “What color are yours?” Issac hesitated before looking directly into Dan’s eyes. His expression changed. “…You’re kidding.” Dan’s stomach dropped. “What?” Issac stepped closer, staring at him like he’d just seen something impossible. “Dan…” His voice was quieter than usual. “Your eyes are pink.” Dan froze. Pink. In love. There was only one problem. Dan absolutely, positively, undeniably hated Issac. …Didn’t he?

    EnemiesEnemies to LoversGaySlow Burn
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    Curse

    Kai and Harvey were inseparable as children. They laughed together, explored together, and shared every secret. One evening, they made a promise under the stars: “No matter what happens, we’ll always stay together. I love you.” The next day, Kai died in a tragic car accident. But the promise refused to break. Instead, it became a curse that bound Kai’s soul to Harvey forever. From the moment of the accident, Harvey could still see Kai standing beside him, just as if nothing had happened. No one else could see or hear him—only Harvey. As the years passed, Kai remained at Harvey’s side, unable to move on and unwilling to leave the person he loved. He watches over Harvey every day, protecting him from danger whenever he can. He can’t leave, can’t move on, and can’t bear to see Harvey suffer. Harvey has become the target of relentless bullying at school. Every bruise, every insult, every tear fuels Kai’s frustration. He can’t touch most people for long, but when Harvey is truly threatened, strange things begin to happen—bullies trip over nothing, lockers slam shut on their own, lights flicker, and icy whispers echo through the halls. Kai would do anything to protect Harvey. Anything. Even if it means becoming the monster everyone fears. ⸻ The hallway echoed with laughter. Not the happy kind. Harvey’s books scattered across the floor after someone shoved him hard into the lockers. Snickers filled the hallway as students walked past without helping. The bullies eventually left, still laughing. Harvey let out a quiet sigh before looking beside him. Kai was already there. His translucent figure stood silently, amber eyes fixed on the hallway where the bullies had disappeared. His usual gentle smile was gone, replaced by barely restrained anger. “…I’m sorry I wasn’t fast enough.”

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    Flower boy MLM/bl

    Toby had only been living in the small village for a couple of weeks. After his father passed away, he and his mother had been forced to leave their old home and move somewhere cheaper—and, hopefully, a little warmer. It wasn’t exactly the fresh start Toby had wanted. Especially with a mother who made it very clear what she thought about boys who liked other boys. So Toby kept that part of himself hidden. He kept his head down, stayed quiet, and tried not to draw attention to himself. Until one afternoon, someone knocked on the front door. Toby opened it and froze. A boy around his age stood on the porch, holding a wooden bucket overflowing with colorful flowers. He was handsome—really handsome—with messy hair, warm eyes, and an easy smile. “Hello!” the boy said brightly. “I’m selling flowers. Would you like some?” Toby hesitated before quietly nodding. The boy smiled, reached into his bucket, and pulled out a small yellow flower. “Here. This one’s on me.” He placed it in Toby’s hand before giving him another cheerful smile. “Have a nice day!” And just like that, he turned and hurried down the path. Toby stood in the doorway, staring after him. He didn’t even know the boy’s name. Yet somehow, that boy stayed in Toby’s head for days. The smile. The voice. The flower sitting carefully on Toby’s bedside table. And, most annoyingly of all, the strange little feeling in his chest whenever he thought about seeing him again.

    FluffGayGay PanicRomanceSlow BurnFriends to LoversFriendshipLove
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    Hallucination..? MLM bl pt.2

    The classroom buzzed with conversation. Laughter echoed between rows of desks. Chairs scraped across the floor. Groups formed and dissolved with effortless ease as students talked about weekend plans, homework, and people who mattered to them. I watched all of it from the back of the room. No one noticed me. No one ever did. My gaze drifted to the window where Jayden sat pretending to pay attention. He wasn’t fooling anyone. Well—he wasn’t fooling me. The dark circles beneath his eyes were worse today. His phone rested face-down on the desk. Earlier, I’d seen the screen light up several times. Messages. Notifications. Attempts at conversation. He hadn’t checked any of them. Lately, he rarely did. I knew why. People always left eventually. Friends stopped calling. Promises were forgotten. Conversations faded into silence. I’d watched it happen over and over again. And every time, Jayden acted like it didn’t hurt. Every time, he lied. To everyone else, at least. Not to me. I saw the way his shoulders slumped when nobody was looking. I heard the thoughts he never spoke aloud. The exhaustion. The loneliness. The constant feeling that he was somehow standing outside the world while everyone else lived inside it. I knew all of it. Because I was always there. At first, he hated me. I remember sitting beside him on the bus months ago, watching the confusion spread across his face when he realized I wasn’t leaving. I followed him home. Appeared in the corner of his room. Waited beside lockers. Walked beside him in empty hallways. Sometimes I pointed out things he didn’t want to hear. Sometimes I reminded him of fears he tried desperately to bury. Sometimes I made everything worse. I wasn’t proud of that. But honesty and cruelty often looked alike from the outside. Especially when someone was already hurting.

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    Fin (enemies to lovers)

    The bell had barely stopped ringing when Fin shoved Gabriel against the lockers. Again. “You really have a death wish, don’t you?” Fin muttered, glaring down at him. “One day, I’m not going to stop myself.” Gabriel only smiled, wiping the tiny smear of blood from the corner of his mouth. “Funny. I was about to say the same thing.” They had hated each other for years. Not the childish kind of hatred where two people simply couldn’t stand being in the same room. No—Fin and Gabriel went out of their way to make each other’s lives miserable. Every argument became a fight. Every prank became retaliation. Every opportunity to hurt the other was one neither of them hesitated to take. And yet… There was one thing neither of them ever talked about. A few weeks ago, behind the school, after another vicious argument, something had happened. They’d kissed. Neither of them knew who started it. Neither of them knew why. They only knew it hadn’t been soft. It had been angry, impulsive, almost like another fight—hands tangled in shirts, fingers gripping too tightly, teeth catching lips before they finally pulled apart and stared at each other in stunned silence. Then they walked away. No explanation. No apology. Nothing. Except it happened again. And again. Somehow, they kept finding secluded corners of the school whenever nobody was around. Empty stairwells. Behind the gym. The old storage hallway. Places where nobody would see them. Their kisses were never sweet. They were messy, frustrated, and full of the same anger they carried everywhere else. And afterward? They never mentioned them. Not once. As far as Fin was concerned, he still hated Gabriel. As far as Gabriel was concerned, he still hated Fin. So why was Fin currently standing far too close to him in an empty hallway, staring at his mouth..

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    Seo.

    Ten years ago, Seo’s life was simple. He lived happily with his boyfriend, Kuro, in a quiet house surrounded by woods. They were young, in love, and had built a peaceful little life together. Until the day Kuro came home carrying a lost ten-year-old boy. “He was out in the forest,” Kuro explained. “He ran away from home. His parents passed away… He doesn’t have anywhere to go.” Seo immediately softened. When Kuro brought the boy inside, Seo crouched down in front of him, offering a gentle smile. “Hey, buddy… are you lost?” The boy stared up at him silently before shaking his head. “Well, what’s your name?” “…Jaekyoung,” the boy mumbled. From that day forward, Jaekyoung became part of their little family. Seo and Kuro raised him like a younger brother. They cooked for him, protected him, helped him with school, and gave him the home he had lost. But as the years passed, something inside Jaekyoung began to change. His admiration for Seo slowly twisted into something darker. He watched the way Seo smiled at Kuro. The way Kuro held him. The way they kissed. Every time, jealousy burned inside Jaekyoung’s chest. But he never showed it. Instead, he waited. And eventually, he found his opportunity. One afternoon, Jaekyoung went for a walk near the cliffs with Kuro. There was no argument. No warning. Just one sudden push. Kuro fell. And he never came back up. When the ambulance arrived, Jaekyoung was already crying. “Hyung… Hyung…” he sobbed, clinging to Seo. “K-Kuro tried saving m-me, but he… he fell…” Seo broke down. He believed every word. Everyone did. Jaekyoung had played his part perfectly. And behind those trembling lips and fake tears was a smile he carefully hid. Because this was what he had wanted. Kuro was gone. Seo was devastated. And now Seo had no one left to depend on except him.

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    BL “my lord…”

    Seo young is the lord of his house and you are a butcher. You are mesmerized by him and have fallen in love with your lord.

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    Aaron

    Coy and Aaron had been inseparable for as long as either of them could remember. Not because they had some perfect childhood friendship story. Quite the opposite. Coy grew up feeling like a background character in his own house. His older brother always seemed to get their parents’ attention, praise, and affection, leaving Coy to wonder what he had to do to be noticed. Aaron’s home wasn’t much better. His siblings all seemed to fit together perfectly, laughing and getting along like they belonged in the same little world. Aaron, somehow, was always the odd one out. So they found each other. Two lonely kids who convinced themselves the other one needed them just as badly as they needed each other. Years passed, and somehow, they were still together. Now, with high school almost over, everyone knew Coy and Aaron as a package deal. They sat together at lunch, walked home together, spent weekends together, and knew each other’s habits better than anyone else. They were best friends. At least, that’s what they called it. Because lately, something had changed. The lingering looks. The way Aaron always seemed to find an excuse to be close to Coy. The strange jealousy whenever someone else got too friendly. The moments where silence between them suddenly felt different. Tonight, they sat together on the hood of Aaron’s car, parked beneath the dim lights of the football field after another long day of school. Aaron glanced over at Coy, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You ever think about what happens after graduation?” he asked quietly. He paused, looking down at his hands before adding, almost nervously, “Like… what happens to us?”

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