Stray Kids
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Two years ago, Jisung confessed his love before Minho left for university.
Minho had said I love you too, and Jisung thought that was their new beginning.Now that they share an apartment, a kitchen, a bed on most nights, Jisung wonders why his boyfriend still hasn’t kissed him. Why he pulls away everytime he reaches for him.
Meanwhile, Minho lies awake at night pining hopelessly for someone he believes he can't have—even as that someone sneaks into his bed and laces their fingers together.
Two idiots in love. One confession. Zero clarification.
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Minho:
casual fun, anonymous, no strings attached
and we’ll see how it goes
is that okay?Hannie:
ur speaking my language :3Mornings won’t go back to normal, then. Jisung will stay annoying, Minho will stay aggravated—but at least he’ll have his perfect little distraction in his pocket at all times.
Minho gets on an anonymous dating app to cope with having an annoying coworker. it backfires spectacularly.
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Minho stares into those eyes– deep blue, bottomless as the crushing depths where light has never reached. There is hate there. Pure, unadulterated rage. But underneath it– something else. Something impossible. Something wrong.
Something that shouldn’t be there. Not in a siren. Not in a thing.
Something about those eyes makes Minho falter.
He tightens his grip on the knife. His muscles are taut, everything in him– blood, bone, memory– screaming to finish the job, to end this creature beneath him, to end this.
He should kill him. He needs to kill him.
Minho was raised to hunt monsters. Jisung was born to hunt humans.
When Minho chooses to spare Jisung on a siren hunt, his choice becomes a fracture in everything both of them thought they knew about monsters, mercy, and love.
or: Between sea and land, Minho and Jisung find themselves bound by blood, salt, and something impossible to undo.
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He wants to see those dark, feline eyes narrowed in pursuit. He wants to know that for once, he isn't just "Chan’s little brother" or the "annoying kid who needs help with his homework."
But wanting Lee Minho was a death sentence for his pride.
When Jisung had presented as an Omega four years ago, he’d been so sure things would change. He’d waited for Minho’s scent to sharpen when they were in the same room; he’d waited for a lingering look, a protective tilt of the head, a shift in the gravity between them.
He’d steal Minho’s hoodies when they accidentally got left behind in Chan’s apartment, saturating them with his own developing scent, hoping that when he handed them back, Minho’s pupils would blow wide. He’d lingered in doorways, laughed a little too loud at Minho’s dry jokes, and waited, desperate, for the shift. For the moment where Minho’s eyes would darken with something other than exasperated affection.
It never happened.
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There wasn't anywhere safe to look. Minho's back was too broad, his hands too skillful as he stirred the contents of the pan. His hair was sticking out at odd angles from where he'd removed his beanie. It made Jisung realise his own hair had probably curled and flicked up from the snow and he rushed to try and flatten it with his palms.
He scrambled to fill the milk-sweet air before he did something stupid like moan at Minho cracking off pieces of chocolate to add to the pan. "Well, I approve of Dori's living conditions so I guess you can keep him."
"I'm glad my apartment meets with your approval Jisungie, I hope you can see I take very good care of my pets."
Or: Jisung finds a stowaway cat, when the owner turns up he demands to check the cat's living conditions. Minho takes good care of his pets.