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Minho feels something hitting his legs. It’s a paper plane. Minho frowns and picks it up before he carefully lifts Soonie off his lap. He looks around
The only thing he sees is a figure with dark brown hair disappearing behind a tree. Minho squints and snickers at the sight. “Jisung-ssi? Is that you?” he calls out. No answer.It has to have been Jisung, though, right? Or is it some prankster? Jisung is the only person who knows that he’s here, in his aunt and uncle’s house, to take care of the house while they’re gone.
He is also the only person Minho has been friendly with, so far. He met him when he was buying vegetables at the town market. Jisung was behind the vegetable stand, round cheeks and big brown eyes immediately capturing Minho’s attention.OR: Minho keeps getting paper planes with sweet messages. He knows that it's the cute man at the vegetable stand sending them, but he keeps evading Minho's (and his cats') attempts at catching him in the act.
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21 Nov 2024
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“So, what happened?” Minho asks, topping up their drinks.
Jeongin swallows around the lump in his throat. “We had an argument on top of the Eiffel Tower. The most romantic place in the world… and she dumped me.”
Eight years after emigrating to France, Jeongin returns to Seoul, aimless, struggling and broke. He’s hoping for a quiet resurrection, but soon finds himself at Lee Minho’s 40th birthday party, coming face-to-face with the seven former members of Stray Kids that he estranged himself from.
Everything is screaming at Jeongin to run away again, but the timeless allure of Minho draws him closer and closer. It’s one last chance at love, but Jeongin must scramble to stitch up the pieces of his broken, bleeding heart before the torrent of his own misfortune drowns him alive.
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- Part 1 of Healing by Third Intention
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a fish tank (with rainbow rocks) by mrehk for Ghost (hymnfortheweekend)
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
25 Aug 2024
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“I’m warning you right now, before this goes any further—” Minho threatens, running his finger around the rim of his glass to gather the sugar. “I have a rule that I only sleep with someone once. That’s it. You won’t be the exception, trust me.”
The guy clears his throat. Blinks. Looks back into Minho’s eyes and settles back into the easy, cocky grin he’s been wearing since he sidled up. “All I need is once to blow your mind,” he drawls, perfectly sleazy.
(OR: Minho never sleeps with the same guy twice; Jisung becomes a master of disguise)
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25 Aug 2024
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“Okay, Jisung. I’ll help you out, because the sooner you realize the better,” Minho frowns, pouring water over his newly mixed teabag. Steam wafts up in a blooming cloud, interrupting his clear view of Jisung.
“Excuse me?”
“They’re trying to set us up,” Minho tips his chin in the direction of the matchmakers, all of them tittering and avoiding their eyes to huddle together when Jisung turns around. “They think they have some sort of gift. They’ve been on my ass for years. You’re new, and they lured you in, and now they’re sending you over here to get lemon balm tea because it’s supposed to make you lucky in love. It’s as good as cupid’s arrow around here.”
“Oh,” Jisung’s throat bobs when he swallows. His cheeks grow even pinker. “I’m not looking for a relationship.”
Minho snorts, rolling his eyes before he can think better of it. “That makes two of us.” He sets the freshly brewed cup on top of a saucer, slides it on the top of the bar and into Jisung’s hands.
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Jisung leans his head back, lazy. Like he can’t be bothered to pick it up. Like it’s too heavy, or he’s too sleepy. “Do you think it would fuck everything up if we slept together for real?”
“Everything,” Minho says, not quite a question, but not understanding. A general repetition for the benefit of the both of them. Because his throat hurts a little bit, and he needs a second to swallow it down.
He brings his hand back to steering. Both of them right where they’re meant to be.
“Everything, like— us,” Jisung waves his finger between them. “You’re my best friend. And I’m yours. And I’ve always wondered, you know?”
Minho is white knuckling the wheel. He can still feel Jisung beneath his fingertips, or maybe just within his bloodstream. Injected there to sit. Stay.
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