8 Works by irinomini
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And then silence followed.
But after a while Minho leaned closer, mischief gleaming in her eyes. “Let’s get married.”
Seungmin blinked. “What?”
“I dare you,” she said, giggling. “Let’s get married. You hate your life, I hate mine. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Logic screamed at him to walk away. But the drink, the loneliness, the weariness, they all blurred into something reckless.
“Okay,” he said.
And so they did.
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“Stop it.”
Minho flinched.
“I never said those things bothered me.”
“That doesn’t mean they didn’t.”
“Minho—”
“You never complain. You never yell at me. What if you’re just swallowing it all because it’s easier than dealing with me?” His voice cracked, soft but vicious. “What if I’ve been making you feel like shit this whole time and you’re too polite to say it?”
Seungmin stared at him, chest rising and falling.
“I didn’t know you were so good at writing fanfiction,” he said flatly.
Minho let out a humorless laugh.
Seungmin sat beside him, shoulder to shoulder. “I know people don’t get it. They don’t have to. We do.”
Minho didn’t speak.
Seungmin turned his head. “But I won’t lie. You have been weird. So if there’s something you need to say, say it.”
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Seungmin finally set his cup down. “You do realize you’re in a stranger’s house.”
“Mm-hm.”
“And that I could’ve kidnapped you.”
“If you wanted to do that, I’d be tied up by now.”
He stared.
“Or undressed,” Minho added, opening drawers now. “Or locked in a panic room. Something dramatic. But look at me. I’m perfectly blanket-wrapped and hydrated. So.”
He raised an eyebrow. “So?”
“So obviously,” she said, cracking eggs into a pan like a queen wielding authority, “you’re harmless.”
“Harmless?”
“You tucked me in, didn’t you?”
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“Honestly, he and Kim Seungmin are, like, the smartest guys in school, but they’re so different.”
“Like the flame and the light kind of way. Same but different.”
“Oh my god, literally! Minho sunbae is like… sunshine and leadership and academic excellence.”
“Seungmin’s like…” one of them hesitated, clearly trying not to be rude. “I mean… he’s smart, yeah, but also…”
“Scary?” someone suggested.
“Hot in a do-not-approach kind of way?”
“Like if ‘leave me alone’ was a person.”
Seungmin rolled his eyes,
The flame and the light.
He hated how often they got lumped together, “the smart ones.” As if being good at academics put them in the same category. As if Seungmin’s barely-there effort and Minho’s perfect punctuality were the same thing.
Minho was everyone’s favorite.
He smiled like a public service.
He was calm, collected, admirable. Every inch the kind of guy people wanted to be or be with.
Seungmin?
He didn’t smile unless it was a smirk. He corrected professors without blinking. He never raised his hand. Just spoke when he felt like it.
They were two sides of a coin.
One wrapped in gold.
The other sharp enough to cut.
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“Tell me, Minho.”
A pause. The kind of pause that made Minho’s throat go dry.
“What’s your problem tonight?”
Minho didn’t answer. Couldn’t. His pride kept his mouth shut, but inside, he was burning because that voice, that presence, that tension Seungmin was radiating had his body betraying him, skin hot, pulse racing.
Seungmin let out a soft, humorless chuckle, one that sent shivers down Minho’s spine.
“Cat got your tongue?” he murmured, voice brushing against Minho’s ear as he leaned in, so close Minho could feel the ghost of his breath.
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The room was silent except for Seungmin’s sharp breathing.
He stared at Minho, eyes shining with resentment, hurt, betrayal.
“Why are you like this?” he whispered.
Then, with a kind of pain that only comes from love turned sour, he said, quiet but lethal,
“I hate you.”
It echoed.
Minho flinched, barely noticeable—but Seungmin saw.
And maybe that tiny reaction pushed him over the edge.“I really hate you so much,” he whispered again, venom coating every syllable.
Minho opened his mouth. Nothing came out.
Seungmin stepped even closer until there were only a few feet between them. Until Minho could see every tear on his face.
“From now on,” he said slowly, voice sharp, steady, “I’m going to treat you the way you treat me.”
Minho stared, frozen.
“Now, you’re a stranger to me too.”
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They don’t kiss—not really.
They fuck. On Minho’s couch, in Seungmin’s bed, in the kitchen, sometimes in the backseat of Minho’s car after late nights that leave them too drunk on each other’s presence to pretend they don’t want more.
But they don’t kiss.
Not really.
That was the unspoken rule. The line. The boundary drawn between pleasure and attachment, between now and never… although sometimes, they do look like a couple.
Minho is cold. Quiet. The kind of man who keeps people at arm’s length, whose eyes are unreadable even when he’s buried between your thighs, lips parted in a soft gasp. Seungmin never expected to get close to him. Never expected to stay.
But it’s been almost two years since they started this, whatever this is.
And a year of silence and skin and shared loneliness, of Minho pulling Seungmin into his arms after, when he thinks Seungmin is already asleep, of brushing Seungmin’s hair back, of cooking breakfast wordlessly, of holding his hand under the covers but never in daylight.
And Seungmin is so tired. So tired of walking of eggshells.
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One crown prince.
One idol singer.
No one would have imagined their paths would cross—much less entwine.
Until, one quiet Monday morning, the internet broke.
Dispatch Exclusive: Prince Kim Seungmin and HAVEN’s Lee Minho – Secret Dating Rumors Emerge!
Photos captured of what appears to be the royal prince leaving a private residence in Seoul—just hours after Lee Minho was spotted entering the same building.
Are the two just longtime friends, or is there more behind the quiet smiles and coincidental sightings?