HanjisungDaGoat
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Without thinking too hard, he taps the quote button on the question How did you know you were bisexual?
He attaches a photo. A candid one. Minho’s now-blond hair is tucked in his backwards cap, sitting at a restaurant table sometime last year. His friend had taken it on their trip to Japan, and Jisung nearly fell over when he saw it. Minho wasn’t even looking at the camera; he was simply sitting there, his perfect side profile in view as his face glowed from the sun.
Even though Jisung didn’t take it, he loves that photo.
He typed: "When I fell in love at first sight with my best friend six years ago. That’s when I knew. I still know now.”
Or: Han Jisung is a famous, openly bisexual, rockstar. He accidentally confesses his love for his best friend on his main twitter account
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06 Jun 2026
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Minho sighed in defeat, leaning his forehead against the fridge next to him. Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice huffed out, “Ugh. Just let me do it. I’m sick of watching you struggle.”
He whipped around, the jar dropping from his hands as he turned to find a strange man standing in the middle of his living room.
Naturally, Minho screamed.
“Whoa, whoa, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Stop– stop shrieking!” The man waved his hands frantically, his pretty brown doe eyes wide as he stared at the freaked-out Minho, who was finally able to get a grip of himself and quiet down. He kept staring at the man, whose chest was heaving with rapid breaths as he backed towards the far wall of the room. “I-I didn't mean to scare you, I just–”
That’s when Minho saw them: a pair of delicate, shimmering green wings on the man’s back.
OR: The story of how Minho discovered fairies exist, and how he fell in love with the one that broke into his apartment.
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03 Jun 2026
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The concept of love at first sight has always been as foreign to Jisung as the square root of pi. He would bet on getting struck by lightning first than to ever experience love like that. After getting dumped, Jisung swears he never wants to fall in love again. Until he meets Minho.
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Felix is done watching Jisung wallow over his cheating ex and drags him to Gimpo to fix his broken heart. Minho just happens to be very, very good at it. Suddenly moving on doesn’t seem so impossible after all.
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03 Jun 2026
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He can do it, he can make Minho's drink just fine, he can serve the faceless, voiceless mystery that is Lee Minho. in his too tight leathers and his fingerless gloves.
What he doesn't expect though, is Minho walking up to the counter with a presence that borderlines dominating, placing his wallet down onto the counter and lifting his visor.
Jisung's skin burns.
(Or: Minho is a regular customer at the coffee shop where Jisung works, and best friends with his brother Jeongin. So what happens when the tension builds, and Jisung finds himself hooked on the man in leather.)
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01 Jun 2026
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“I’m quite excited, you know?” Minho mumbled into the kiss, slowly beginning to back his husband into the door behind them. Jisung moved with ease, offering no resistance, just a little gasp when his back met the wood of the door, “Not that I’ve been thinking about it all week or anything.”
“You haven't?" Jisung teased, playfully nipping at his bottom lip, “You should tell me all about the thoughts you totally weren’t having then.”
“Weren’t you just crying?” Minho teased back with ease, lips traveling to kiss his cheeks sweetly, only to immediately snip and lick at his jaw. It wasn’t enough to leave a mark, Jisung mentally thanked him for, knowing damn well he didn’t need to show back up to his own reception with a hickey.
“You’re the one getting handsy, yeobo..”
Minho tensed, the hands that were gently cradling him, now roughly holding him in place.
“Don’t call me that right now.” He grumbled, tongue dragging over the delicate skin of his jaw, “Holds so much more power than you’d think..”
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29 May 2026