8 Works by bubblesndcats
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Just Minho! by bubblesndcats
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band), Doki Doki Literature Club! (Visual Novel)
23 Aug 2026
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"So you're like a- I dunno- an entity or a demon, or something?"
"More or less."
"Oh."
Jisung breaks his gaze from Minho. The alternative being the view of the galaxy outside their window and the harrowing realization that they're floating in a void, wasn't all that comforting either.
He clears his throat, "So. Why are you doing this?"
"I like you. You make me feel seen."
"Don't you uh- like the other members," Jisung questions. "As the club leader?"
"I do. But they were getting in the way, and I like you much more so," he casually shrugs, not breaking the intense eye contact even though Jisung was focusing much more on the table between them than him. "Here we are."
"Right. Here we are indeed."
Or, Jisung finds himself to be in a literature club where the club president fixates on him much more than normal.
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Jisungs tired eyes peer up at him in full honesty and Minho flusters under the gaze regardless of how many times he's seen it throughout the years. "You pervert. You just wanna see me naked."
"Me? A pervert? That doesn't sound like me at all." He smirks.
Distantly, he can hear the other members shuffling around, some going into their rooms and relaxing, some already out in the pool. But his mind tunes all of it out on instinct, focusing only on the here and now and Jisung.
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based on the latest skz log
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What a beauty he was.
Jet black hair, luminous skin, and centuries-old piercing red eyes, the depths of which weren't unbeknownst to him. Minho cusps his cheek in his warm hands.
A creature of such death cradles him oh so softly- looks at him oh so softly. It makes his head spin.
Jisung wonders how he's been able to live so long without that gaze upon him.
He now knows he can not breathe without it anymore.
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or, Jisung meets Minho and finds out he's a Vampire. He navigates on how to feel about it.
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Minho has insomnia. He spends his time finding random things to do.
Jisung has a Cafe. He spends way too much time in it.The stars align and they both meet.
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inspired by this verse from the song 'Evangeline' by Stephen Sanchez,
So don't go to sleep, don't rest your head
I'll be the pillow and I'll be the bed
Holdin' your dreams as you lie to rest
Evangeline, Evangeline -
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Sometimes, he writes his thoughts into songs. Not only for the content aspect, but more so for the grounding one. It feels right for him, that his problem is useful in one way or another. That he's not completely rendered useless.
And that makes him feel better in a twisted way, makes his mood better. He doesn't know if it's healthy. Doesn't know if his therapist would agree to his methods. In moments like these, he just doesn't know.
He just wants to be in his bed, far away from reality and into a peaceful one instead. Where even he can't follow himself into.
or, Jisung falls into a bout of sadness and recovers from peak domesticity.
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The apartment's quiet. Has been for the past couple of days, ever since he's been bound to his bed. He's been really sick recently. Always feverish to the touch and blacking out at random moments. It should feel like any other fever, but it doesn't. Something's changed and Jisung doesn't know what it is. He doesn't believe in spirits or ghosts and such but maybe he should. Whenever he closes his eyes, it always feels like something’s watching him back.
Jisung thinks he's being haunted. But he doesn't know what 'it' is that's after him.
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The Disastrous life of Kusuo Minho by bubblesndcats
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band), 斉木楠雄のΨ難 | Saiki Kusuo no Sai-nan | The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.
16 May 2026
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There are few things Minho understands about his life. One of them is normalcy.
He aches for it. Yearns for it, even.
And, for once his wish is granted.
Or more like crashes into him.
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“Let's go home, hyung-ah.”
In moments like these, did it feel like Jisung looked at him with the same intensity in his tired eyes. Though they didn't have to say it out loud, the love they both have for each other. It was as clear as breathing, as blue as the sky, as sweet as the thumping of their heartbeats syncing with each other.
And when they both lie down in bed, having eaten enough, cuddling into each other with relaxed muscles and tired sighs. Poking toes into calves, sticking hands up under shirts, feeling the texture of the others skin, and giggling under the Seoul lights, does Minho feel a love like no other.