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There’s a few sighs that come through Minho’s end, a shaky, exhaled breath, and a rustle that Jisung can’t discern. Jisung snags his lip between his teeth. Then, after a pause, Minho’s voice comes through the line, a little strained, almost wobbly.
“Sungie,” Minho says, almost an exhale. “The lights, baby, they fell. M’all tangled up. Need your help, can’t get out.”
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Minho tangles himself up in Christmas lights. Jisung indulges.
Bookmarked by late2theparty_33
27 Dec 2025
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A proposal. A full collection dedicated to a single person, a single name. Han Jisung.
Minho laughs. "The performer?"
Yes. That one. The cabaret star. The headline act for the ultra-rich and tragically bored.
Minho thinks, why not? Just another face behind the lens.
He is, historically, shit at lying to himself.
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27 Dec 2025
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Jisung could taste Minho's breath, a mere inch away from his lips, could feel the warmth of his body seeping into his bones, could smell the sweet, sugary scent of peppermint and chocolate clinging to his mouth.
They were close. So, so close.
Jisung could count the lashes adorning Minho's eyelids, could see every speck of color in his irises and the small acne scar hidden under his right eye.
If he moved his head by just the smallest fraction, the tip of his nose would meet Minho's.
"Jisung."
Or, Minho and Jisung hate each other with a passion. Their friends can't stand them anymore, so they take it upon themselves to solve the issue.
Also, it's Christmas.Bookmarked by late2theparty_33
25 Dec 2025
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The familiar ding of the shop’s bell shakes Jisung out of his work trance, looking up to see who entered. When his eyes fall on a pierced guy with black hair and a few tattoos poking out from under his shirt, he freezes slightly. “Good afternoon, sir! Can we help you with anything?” A deep voice booms through Jisung’s ears next to him, making him jump slightly.
His coworker – and best friend, Felix – quickly makes his way further to the front, chatting with the intimidating looking customer. Jisung mentally thanks the brunette for covering his ass while returning to the bouquet he was making.
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Or: Florist Jisung and tattoo artist Minho meet because of a coworker’s anniversary disaster, and neither of them expect how much their worlds are about to collide.
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25 Dec 2025
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Someone told Jisung once that in the event of an emergency, a person should always know a lawyer, a doctor, and a trustworthy mechanic. Well, his friend Seungmin is in school to be a lawyer, his cousin Hwasa is a cardiologist, and he does, in fact, have a business card for a mechanic.
But not just any mechanic. No.
In his possession, Jisung holds the business card for the hottest mechanic who ever rolled in grease, with muscles, tattoos, and purple hair. But he has one teeny tiny problem. A brand new car with nothing wrong with it. What is a desperate gay with dreams of having sex on the hood of his car to do?
Well, if it isn't broke and won't be broke anytime soon... break it yourself.
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Lifting the hood, Jisung’s eyes expand, and his phone clatters to the ground. “Ahhh! Jinnie!”
“What? What’s wrong!?!”
Shrill shouts of alarm come from his phone as he stares at the empty space where the engine should be. Hands shaking, he picks up his iPhone. “S-someone stole my engine! It’s gone! There’s nothing but a tire here!”
“WHAT!!”
Or - Jisung is a dumbass, and Minho is an emotionally constipated mechanic
Bookmarked by late2theparty_33
24 Dec 2025