5 Works by StayBookish
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"He lay on the floor a few extra seconds. That was…weird. Wanting his best friend to kiss him was weird. Was it? Maybe it wasn’t. Because, like he thought before, it was really just wanting to practice, so he didn’t disappoint whatever girl he ended up dating someday. It could have been with anyone. Practicing kissing made sense. He practiced singing and dancing. Why not practice kissing too?"
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Han and Minho navigate their own complicated feelings for each other while thrust together in a fake dating scenario devised to get Minho's ratings with the fans up.
Canon-adjacent. I took some liberties by eliminating the 9th, adjusting their dorm timeline, and a few other changes. Also, disclaimer that, while obviously Stray Kids members are real people, my depictions of them are purely fictional. I’m using their real timeline and events as a backdrop for a fictional story and I’m in no way insinuating these things actually happened. (I mean, cute if they did, but this story is straight from my imagination.)
**Also please note that I upped the rating to explicit!***
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Jisung rolled himself to the edge of the bed and stood reluctantly, stretching his arms above his head. Minho sprang up behind him and wrapped his arms around him, clasping them just above Jisung’s navel. “Come on, let’s get to the shower,” Minho whispered against his ear, and they walked, linked together like a two-headed, four-legged creature, all the way to the bathroom. Jisung loved the way Minho’s chest felt against his back. He loved when Minho hooked his chin over his shoulder. Loved the way they moved together, always in sync.
He stopped suddenly, realization pulsing through him. Minho nearly tripped over him.
Oh, shit. Jisung loved Minho.
“What?” Minho said, planting a kiss against the crook of Jisung’s neck.
“Nothing.” Jisung shrugged and continued the rest of the way into the bathroom.
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Jisung tries to find the perfect way to tell Minho he loves him
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Jisung looked over at Minho, who was reading over his shoulder. “Wait, you told Changbin before you told me?”
“Well, yes? It was a surprise, jagi. He helped me pick everything out! I couldn’t have done it without him.”
Jisung nodded. “Okay. I’ll allow it.”
“You’ll allow it.” Minho snorted out a laugh. “Alright, your highness.”
Jisung gasped. “You’re highness! Gah! She’s a princess! Wouldn’t she look so cute in a little gecko sized princess dress?”
Minho smiled fondly and shook his head. “You should send that photo soon or the group chat may combust. Innie, at least.”
Jisung sent the photo of her, and the group chat combusted anyway.
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"Minho leapt out of the cart and crossed the distance to him in two strides. One hand flipped off his mask in one fluid motion, while the other arm snaked around Jisung’s waist, pulling him close. Close enough for Jisung to discover that he smelled like mandarins and old-growth forests. Close enough to see auburn flecks in his eyes, despite the darkness. Jisung clutched at Minho’s shirt, and felt the warm, taut muscles beneath for a half second before Minho’s lips were on his and god, they felt amazing."
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Shy virgin Han Jisung has a spate of terrible college jobs, until he lands one in a haunted house ride, where one of the ride-goers takes a special interest in him.
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Aspiring trapeze artist Hwang Hyunjin just wants to fly. He draws the stars each night, dreaming of something more, until an unexpected new friend lands right in front of him.