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God. He’s beautiful. And a little mean.
It’s perfect.
Just as Jisung starts working up the nerve to speak, the guy stands. Bag over his shoulder. One glance back at the room. Then he’s gone.
“Changbin,” Jisung breathes.
His friend looks up, mid-scribble on his card. “What?”
“I found my muse.”
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Jisung needs to write a love song for a project, except he's never been in love.
Minho is a pretty stoner who likes messing with pretty guys.
Jisung sees Minho at a bingo salon. Minho becomes his muse.
Jisung writes three songs about Minho.Bookmarked by emilyidcig
28 Jun 2026
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takes a bit for them to get together, but no part of this felt boring like sometimes ‘slow burn’ does. when they are friends, it’s great. when they’re together, it’s awfully cute so it’s good :)
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Or maybe it’s just because he’s never felt more alone in his entire life than he has in the past year. Maybe he’s just desperate for something to make the pain feel a little bit less unbearable.
“You could come back, if you want. Watch the sunrise with me.”
(OR: Minho works the night shift, and Jisung is an insomniac. They fall in love over a series of sunrises.)
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26 Jun 2026
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Or maybe it’s just because he’s never felt more alone in his entire life than he has in the past year. Maybe he’s just desperate for something to make the pain feel a little bit less unbearable.
“You could come back, if you want. Watch the sunrise with me.”
(OR: Minho works the night shift, and Jisung is an insomniac. They fall in love over a series of sunrises.)
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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 Jun 2026
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Summary:
“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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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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Bookmarked by emilyidcig
25 Jun 2026
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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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Jisung wants Minho to be his new hobby. Learning each tick and hum. The way his bones creak and his breath tumbles from his lips. He wants to become an expert.
He thinks Minho could be the hobby that sticks. The thing that will finally stop the clock on his humiliating, slow demise— his deterioration into nothing but soil, and dirt, and the dust of flower petals that never grow correctly.
He’ll have to see.
(OR: Jisung is saving himself for his step-brother; Minho is home for the summer.)
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Bookmarked by emilyidcig
25 Jun 2026
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Jisung wants Minho to be his new hobby. Learning each tick and hum. The way his bones creak and his breath tumbles from his lips. He wants to become an expert.
He thinks Minho could be the hobby that sticks. The thing that will finally stop the clock on his humiliating, slow demise— his deterioration into nothing but soil, and dirt, and the dust of flower petals that never grow correctly.
He’ll have to see.
(OR: Jisung is saving himself for his step-brother; Minho is home for the summer.)