5 Star Minsung
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“Are you okay?”
In lieu of convincing his vocal cords to do literally anything useful, Jisung nodded. The motion came out a little too enthusiastic, making him briefly dizzy. He reinforced it with a thumbs up, because apparently his body had decided that was the most reassuring option available.
What the hell are you doing?
Why aren’t you speaking?
“You didn’t hit your head or something, did you?”
Jisung shook his head immediately.
There was a beat of silence, then the stranger’s eyes widened, horror dawning fast.
“Oh, shit. Are you… Can you not speak?”
Before Jisung could get his two functioning brain cells to kick into gear, he was shaking his head again.
And there it was. The worst lie he’d ever told, without even opening his mouth to speak it.
Or: What happens when Minho is so hot it literally leaves Jisung speechless?
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Together with your guest,
Lee Minho is warmly invited to celebrate the wedding ofJisung skimmed lower.
A reserved seat has also been included for your boyfriend.
We can’t wait to finally meet him!He blinked.
Then blinked again.
“… Boyfriend?” he repeated slowly. “But you don’t have a boyfriend.”
Minho made a small noise beside him.
Jisung turned sharply.
Minho suddenly looked deeply interested in the table.
“Ah,” he said after a moment. “They mean you, Jisung.”
Or: Jisung is invited to a wedding as Minho’s plus one and accidentally discovers something very important about himself
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“What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?” A voice suddenly said to his left. Shocking Jisung alive, back to the present, back to his fears, worries and woes.
A voice so similar, so painful, that Jisung felt whatever padlocks and chains he’d caged certain memories and feelings, burst wide open. The tsunami of anguish was coming in to sweep him up and drown him. Swallowing everything else in its path.
Jisung turned, not strong enough against the currents, to the familiarity beside him. Long black hair, tamed with a gel to give some semblance of being put together. Pouty lips, pulled to the side in a hesitant half smile. Wrapped up in a black coat, a familiar green scarf and eyes made up of stars. Lee Minho.
The immovable object.
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Lee Felix had died in a fire at 9:33 pm. He was pronounced dead at 9:41 pm.
Jisung had never imagined a world in which he’d have to face a day without his best friend or the love of his life. 3 years later, he's still dealing with the loss of three people that night: his best friend, the love of his life and himself.
(or minsung exes to lovers after dealing with a traumatising death).
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“So, what do yellow tulips mean?”
Jisung blinked as he turned to look at Minho, the elder wearing an amused smirk as he stared down at him, his lip ring glinting in the light overhead. It was an innocent question, yet something Jisung had never expected to come from the older man.
“Uh,” Jisung said dumbly, “friendship. F-friendship and joy."
Minho hummed, twirling a single tulip stem around in his fingers that Jisung didn’t realize he’d been holding. “Am I not joyful enough, Jisung-ah?”
(or: Jisung unintentionally courts Minho, who he's been pining over for as long as he can remember. Maybe it's a little intentional.)
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“This year,” Jisung shakes his leg for a second, before pushing out of the chair entirely to stand. “This year, Esquire told me they want something new. Something avant garde, something that has never been seen before. They want a moment that shocks people, and they want to do it in a 16 picture spread.”
A 16 picture spread is massive - Minho was expecting maybe five, and he can see Mija’s shock out of the corner of his eye. Jisung smirks and rests his weight on his hands against the edge of the table.
“I told them I wanted to choose my model and set my own timeline. I’ve got the budget and connections, I just need the perfect muse. That’s where you come in, Minho-ssi.”