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Outside, every lamp in Tarnfall burned behind rain-streaked glass. Inside, three cats pinned him to a settle as thoroughly as any oath. It was not a grand life. It would not have impressed the old councils or filled the mouths of bards. No prince would have carved it into marble. No scholar would have known what to do with it.
But the fire was good. The house was dry. The village slept soundly beneath his warding. Soonie had fish on his whiskers, Dori was pretending not to love him, and Doongie’s soft head was heavy against his palm.
Minho closed the book over one finger and listened to the storm spend itself against the roof.
“Let them call it waste,” he said.
The cats understood, as cats understand all important things: silently, completely, and without granting anyone the satisfaction of the proof of it.
Or: Dragon Lee Minho had been living in a remote northern village for 200 years after abandoning his post on the dragon council. Dragon Jisung is sent to bring him back.
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Minho forces himself to keep going, because if he stops now, he might never find the courage again. “It’s more than just being attracted to someone. It’s… wanting closeness all the time. Touch. Scent. Warmth. Reassurance. It can get overwhelming when feelings are involved, and with silver-haired rabbits it’s worse because it all ties together. Bonding, protectiveness, wanting, all of it roots in the same place. So if I care about someone, really care, it doesn’t stay neat. It doesn’t stay politely in one corner where I can ignore it.”
By now, Jisung’s cheeks have gone pink, but he doesn’t look away. “And you care about me.”
Minho’s laugh comes out low and helpless. “I carried you through a storm and nearly lost my mind because you smiled at me in your sleep. Yes, Jisung, I care about you.”
Or: Minho is a silver-haired rabbit hybrid with a high libido. He falls in love with dormouse hybrid Jisung, who spends most of his time sleeping.
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When he rises, Changbin's hand moves instinctively with him, sliding from his shoulder blade to the curve of his upper back, then stopping abruptly when his palm lands over something soft beneath his shirt.
Changbin freezes.
His hand stays there for a half a second too long before he snatches it back like he's touched something hot.
"Seungmin…" he says quietly. "Is that—Is that a bra?"
Or: Seungmin has a crush on his team member, Changbin. He also loves wearing lingerie.
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Minho wants to fuck Mr Han.
Minho wants to fuck Mr Han badly.
He had moved into the house next door about three weeks ago, and ever since the moment his mother made him introduce himself, he’s been obsessed.
Sure, the guy might be forty, but he is unbelievably fuckable. Minho doesn’t think he’s wanted to fuck anyone this bad since… ever.
It isn’t even a dignified obsession. It isn’t the clean, cinematic kind, where Minho stands by the window with a glass of water and sighs very loudly as he quietly yearns.
It is stupid. It is pathetic. It’s Minho dropping a spoon into his cereal because Mr Han steps outside to collect the post in loose grey sweatpants and an old black shirt that looks like it’s survived at least three breakups.
Or: Han Jisung is Minho's older new neighbour. Minho is obsessed with him.
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“I’m going to tell them,” Jisung said.
Something in Minho changed immediately.
His breathing remained uneven, his body still responding helplessly beneath Jisung’s touch, but his gaze sharpened with sudden awareness. “Tell who what?”
“The members.” Jisung swallowed, and the nervousness he had managed to outrun all evening finally caught up with him. “I’m going to tell them I’m gay.”
Or: Han Jisung is an idol, and his boyfriend, Minho, is a normal guy. Jisung decides it's time to tell his members that he's gay and what Minho is to him
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They climb the stairs to their apartment in silence. Minho tosses his keys on the counter, turning with that soft, concerned expression that usually makes Jisung want to melt into his strong arms.
"Jisung, seriously, what—"
"Bedroom." Jisung's voice is tough, commanding in a way that makes Minho's eyebrows shoot up, especially as Jisung is usually so submissive. "Now. Go to the bedroom and get on the bed."
Or: Something in Jisung's past triggers a bad reaction towards his boyfriend, Minho
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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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“God, I love you.”
Silence falls, abrupt and complete. Even the breeze seems to hesitate. Jisung stills mid-motion, one hand caught between turning the page and abandoning it altogether.
Minho freezes, because no, that was not how this was meant to occur. He intended to be subtle. A measured declaration. Perhaps a carefully guided conversation beneath acceptable layers of plausible deniability.
Not this.
Not a raw confession tossed carelessly into the afternoon air like a man flinging himself from a cliff. Depending on how this goes, Minho might have to do just that.
Or: A regency AU in which Jisung is eccentric and clueless, and Minho is a gentleman who is in love with his best friend
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"Peaches," he says. His voice is soft and unexpectedly gentle. "You brought me peaches."
"Um. Yes?" Jisung winces inside. Why did he say it like a question?
"Beautiful," the man whispers, eyes locked on Jisung, but then they flick back down to the peaches. "The peaches; they're beautiful.
Or: Jisung is a farmer’s boy who quickly grows close to the village’s new stranger.
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“You’re to be married.”
Minho stares at her.
“...I’m sorry?”
“Married!” his father echoes brightly. “Isn’t it thrilling?”
“No?” Minho offers, his voice pitching into a hopeful question.
The queen clasps her hands together. “Minho, my love. You are twenty-two now, your brother is already married, and it’s your time. You are handsome and charming, and entirely too oblivious to your own desirability. We’ve respected your preference for men, we’ve let you take your time, hoping you would… You know.” She waves vaguely. “Find someone. Anyone.”
Or: Seven princes with seven unique animal rituals attempt to win Minho's heart. They all get far more than they expected.
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The line of Seungmin’s waist disappears beneath the thin cotton of his white sleep shorts. Jeongin has never thought of it before, but they don’t really conceal much. Sure, he’s seen him shirtless a dozen times, but this… this is different.
Jeongin stares.
The shape beneath the cotton is firm and undeniably erect, even twitching occasionally with each stuttered breath Seungmin gives out in his sleep.
And small.
It’s really fucking small.
Or: Jeongin finds out that his best friend, Seungmin, has a tiny cock. He doesn't expect to become obsessed with it.
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He buys exactly one iced coffee, on purpose. He waits until he has the straw in his mouth before imagining Changbin's reaction at not being bought one. The betrayed scowl, the annoyed inhale, the—God help him—gorgeous flex of his jaw.
Seungmin smiles around the straw.
Perfect.
Or: Five times Seungmin antagonises Changbin for attention, and the one time he takes it too far, he gets everything he's ever wanted.
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Minho then looks at Jisung, the man standing there with his breath caught in his chest. "You have undone us both without even trying.
Hyunjin takes Jisung's hand in his. "Won't you let us have you?"
Jisung's composure buckles. His shoulders sag, his lips part, and his pulse trips wildly beneath his skin. And then his resistance, his guilt and confusion, collapses into a single exhale.
"Yes," he breathes. It's barely a word, and more like a surrender wearing the shape of one.
He steps into them and changes everything.
Or: Vampires Minho and Hyunjin have been together for centuries, each day bleeding into the other. That is, until the human, Han Jisung, has them both feeling alive again
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Hi everyone!
This fic is just my need to have Chan and Jisung breed Minho, I'm sorry.
Minho has a pussy, so if you don't like that, please don't read.
Also I tried something new with the narration. Rather than sticking to the thoughts and feelings of one person, I kind of bounced between them. Hope it didn't fall to flat!
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"So you enjoyed yourself tonight?" Minho's voice is almost casual, but the edge beneath it is unmistakable.
Minho is pissed.
He leans in, letting his breath ghost over Jisung's ear. "Flirting with everyone in the room, like you weren't already spoken for, huh?"
Or: Jisung was a brat on a night out, and Minho punishes him for it.
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The mouth behind him dips closer, lips touching his ear. "Fuck, you're so sexy."
Minho inhales sharply.
That voice, deep, gritty and melodical.
It hits him all at once, not a thought, but as a collapsing supernova inside his chest. Years fold in on themselves, memory rushing back with brutal clarity. Late nights and laughter, soft confessions whispered into pillows. The sound of Jisung's voice when he was tired, when he was honest…
When he was his.
Or: Years after Jisung left Minho, they find each other again on the anniversary of his departure.
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Instead, Jisung blurts. "So I can watch you shower, right?"
Minho arches his brow. "Hm, did I say that?"
"Pleeease," Jisung whines, pouting right at the screen.
Or: Jisung is being needy when Minho is in Milan for fashion week. Minho gives him a show.
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Chan shrugs, cheeks hot. "It just feels stupid. Like everyone assumes I've done it all, but I haven't. Not with all the rules and eyes on us… you know."
Minho moves a little closer. "Well… if you want someone you trust, you could sleep with me."
Chan swallows, eyebrows knitting. "But… what about Jisung? Why would you even offer this to me?"
Minho's expression softens. "Jisung and I trust each other, and we've slept with other people while we were together before. He wouldn't mind, as long as he's in the loop. Actually," Minho tilts his head, "he would probably want to be there, if you're okay with that. We don't do secrets."
Or: Minho takes Chan's virginity, Jisung is his copilot
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"You're so beautiful," Changbin whispers against his skin. "The way you glow when I touch you… I never want to stop."
Seungmin's wings tremble, fluttering open wider as Changbin's hand continues its gentle exploration. "Only you make me feel like this," Seungmin murmurs, his breath catching, voice threaded with affection and need.
Changbin grins, pressing a kiss to the hollow of Seungmin's throat. "That's because I'm utterly enchanted by you."
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"Sit." Minho gestures at the chair opposite. "I went over your most recent version of the report," Minho begins. "Thorough, as always, Jisung. I appreciate your hard work."
Jisung suppresses a smile. "Thank you, sir. I tried to anticipate—"
"That's not the only thing you're thorough about though, is it?" Minho interrupts, his tone shifting. It almost sounds like he's amused.
Jisung blinks, thrown off. "Excuse me?"
Minho's lips quirk. He reaches for his phone, unlocking the screen. "You see, I came across something… interesting earlier."
He turns the phone, screen bright against his eyes. And there it is, unmistakable, Jisung's Grindr profile. That's him in the photo, his smile, his bio: love being pinned down by older men, especially if they get a little mean. Will work hard for attention.
Fuck, his boss knows he's gay. His boss has seen his down bad attempt at getting laid. Wait, if he’s on Grindr too, that must mean he’s also…