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but nothing really breaks if i got you by Namless for bebepieuvre
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
27 Nov 2023
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Chan doesn’t answer, carefully takes the lighter from Jeongin’s hand instead, fingers grazing his palm tenderly. Gasoline pours again from Jeongin’s skin. It’s unusual, Chan never lingers after they’ve fucked, it’s how they work: Chan shows up unannounced after months of radio silence, barely speaks, they fuck in the bathroom and Chan vanishes like the fucking ghost he’s been for the almost past three years, leaving Jeongin behind like he did after that fateful night. Chan and his distorted ellipse, visible once in a blue moon.
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Chan fidgets with the lighter some, mirroring Jeongin moments ago. Whatever it is he wants to say or do, Jeongin dreads it. Leaving hurts, true, but it has become routine for Jeongin, for them and he’s not sure he can blur more lines to adjust the map again. Finally, Chan sets the lighter on the window’s ledge. Leans into Jeongin’s space, hand coming up to rest at the back of Jeongin’s neck. His fingers set alight the gasoline and Jeongin shivers, inhaling brief and sharp as the tip of their respective cigarettes connects, Chan’s lighting up. Jeongin opens the window a little bit more and a fresh wind swirls around them, swaying his bangs.
“I told them I wanna quit.”
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“That’s tempting but I’m sure there’s a catch.” Seungmin replies, all smiley jest. “What do you want in exchange?” he adds with a quirked eyebrow.
There. It’s his chance. Jisung gambles everything, his heart, his life, his love as he leans down a little and Seungmin’s cheeks dusting in pink, his eyes widening and catching more sun gold flecks encourage him more than any liquor could.
“A kiss.” Jisung smiles, soft but determined, yet still mentally readies himself for rejection, his insides churning as the vines of his affection stir and tighten their bone-crushing hold on him.
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“You’re…” Seungmin starts once he’s less winded, Jisung’s wrists caught securely in the delicate cuffs of his hands. “You’re like this cool triangle, all dorito shaped and I’m a boring, flat rectangle.”
Jisung blinks owlishly down at him a few times, a tiny what leaving his mouth. Processes his words maybe a tick too long because Seungmin frowns, shifting a little on the bed.
“Seungmin.”
“What?”
“Do you know how cool and important rectangles are?” he half hisses, half wonders, yanking his hands free.
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“Kiss me.” Seungmin sighed, breath faltering.
Minho complied without a protest and dove between his lips with almost bruising force, tangling their tongues right away, tearing a moan out of Seungmin, shoulders hunching up as he kept his hands around Minho’s face while still being squished against the window. Minho prompted him into parting his legs some more with a knee sliding between his thighs, bit his lower lip with the intent of ripping a whine from his throat. And Seungmin let him, gave him his softest whine, lips a raw red and shiny with saliva, Minho’s hands squeezing his waist with possessiveness rippling off of him.Minho loves Seungmin, and sometimes, he needs to let him know with more than words.
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Hyunjin could grasp it and lunge back at him. He could, but he doesn't and he won't and it breaks the brittle shell of Jeongin's heart, ripping a sob out of him.
Instead, Hyunjin reaches out, presses a warm palm to Jeongin's cheek. Rain and tears cascade along the same path on his slender fingers, wiping out the blood only for the red rivulets to die in the white of his cuff. Jeongin leans into the touch, another sob bubbling between his ribs.
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Collection for drabbles and short-ish fics from various prompt requests from twitter. Most stories are stand alone and can be read separately. If not, it'll be specified in the notes and/or tags!
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Short stories about Ji-ho and Joon Hwi, set in canon universe.
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“When were you going to tell me the hotel rooms had two beds in them?”
There’s a long pause, before Hyunjin starts laughing so hard Minho would be concerned, if he weren’t so busy steadily getting redder and redder, vicelike grip tightening on his phone.
“So that’s why you wanted me to rig the roommate arrangements?” Hyunjin finally chokes out, punctuated by random bouts of wheezing. “You wanted to share a bed with Seungminnie?”
(or: minho has a foolproof plan. the hotel hyunjin books has different ideas.)
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13 May 2024
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Jeongin watches as the two guys on his screen turn the waffle iron around to show the camera. Their faces are expressionless, which says more about the state of their waffle than words ever could.
It’s a mess, the waffle has split apart in the middle so that one half is stuck to each side of the iron, and batter is spilling over the sides.
‘Guys,’ Felix says, his voice somber. ‘I think we effed up.’
‘Maybe it was a case of too much butter,’ Seungmin suggests, and Jeongin bursts out laughing at the call back to one of their earlier videos. Chat laughs along with him, peepoGIGGLEs, ‘L’s and KEKWs filling the chat as they watch the two start to argue about where they went wrong.
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04 May 2024
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It sort of becomes a thing to talk to Jeongin on the phone whenever they’re apart for more than a few days.
It feels like their calls exist in this liminal space of their own, like they only exist when they’re happening and then life moves on. Like the Jeongin he talks to on the phone is a separate Jeongin from the one he spends most of his life with.
But they're one and the same, and he knows this, and he knows that the way Jeongin says his name makes his stomach hurt in an unsettlingly pleasant way. He'll worry about it later.
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30 Apr 2024
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Adventures of FilBok, JAB-MASTER, and Baby Bread by rhythmcat
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
17 Jan 2024
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“First of all,” Chan sighs, the bags under his eyes revealing how exhausted he is, “I’m glad none of you are injured.”
“I have a bruise on my shin,” Jeongin chirps, just to be helpful. He immediately regrets it when he sees the overflowing worry on Jisung’s face and the way Hyunjin looks like he’s about to have a stroke. “It doesn’t hurt. I’m fine,” He immediately amends.
“You,” Changbin seems torn between praising Jeongin or scolding him, “Roundhouse kicked him in the crotch.” He accusingly points to wide-eyed Felix next, “And you swung him around like you were playing helicopter and he was the skipping rope.” Changbin flits his eyes to Seungmin, sees the smile of no regrets, and weakly buries his face in his hands, “I don’t even want to think about what you did.”
Minho winces, scrolling through his phone, “We’re viral. We’re so, so viral.”
(Or, BokSeungAh, and their tendency to be badass when the hyungs aren’t there to stop them.)
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29 Apr 2024
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'Minho kicks a pillow at him. Hyunjin deflects it, glares and throws it back. The room feels warm again. "I'm just saying. Sometimes I look at you and like...this is going to sound weird."
"You always say weird shit," Hyunjin reassures. Kind of.
"I like your skeleton."'
Or, a mildly deep late night conversation ends in Hyunjin's bed, because of course it does. Minho has no complaints.
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26 Apr 2024