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“Where-” Seungmin fumbles with Minho’s wrists, voice cracking. “Where are you hurt?”
Minho laughs then, the sound bubbling dry and hoarse from the depths of his throat. He lifts his bleeding hand, and Seungmin’s eyes latch to limb in horror. Minho shakes his head.
“No,” he says, and his eyes are wet again. “Here.” He presses the hand to his chest, to the cavernous hole that hides behind layers of clothing and skin. “Here. Hurts here, Seungmin.”
Or; Minho falls in love with Seungmin. Seungmin shows Minho how to love himself.
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Then, out of nowhere, Minho exhaled and muttered, “I think I’m going to retire.”
Chan looked up fast. Minho stared hard at the floor, jaw tight.
“I’m twenty-nine,” he said, voice low and flat. “And I have too much money sitting in accounts I never touch. CLE never charged for housing or food. I don’t owe them anything. And I’m tired, Chan-ah. I’m so—” His voice cracked and he stopped, swallowing the rest. “I’m tired.”
Chan’s chest tightened, but he didn’t interrupt. Minho’s fingers curled against the countertop, knuckles white.
“I don’t want to watch any more kids die. I don’t want to wake up to alarms or check corridors for threats before I walk through them. I don’t want to sleep in rooms where everything echoes. I don’t…” He breathed out shakily. “I don’t want to live like I’m already half-dead.”
Chan didn’t move for a long second.
Then he smiled softly.
“Then I will too.”
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Or, the aftermath of Sealed To Me
Series
- Part 6 of Minchan <3
- Part 2 of Sealed To Me
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30 Dec 2025
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Three years have passed since the start of the zombie apocalypse. Former idol Lee Minho finds himself far away from the golden cage of his past life, now part of a group of survivors who are desperately trying to find a way to survive alongside the Infected. The others are more sexually fluid in the wake of the Apocalypse, and as the group’s token cishet, Minho often feels like an outsider, having developed a cold, surly exterior to match.
Change comes in the form of the Passers' newest recruit, Yang Jeongin, who blasts through Minho's fake exterior and leaves him questioning in ways he never thought possible.
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- Part 1 of Turn left for 성역
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29 Sep 2025
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“Can I get a name?” Minho asks, because curiosity is an itch he can’t stop scratching. He needs something to do. A distraction, maybe.
“A name?” The man laughs, glances to the door, “There ain’t nobody else here.”
“So?” Minho raises his brow, “I don’t serve strangers, cowboy.”
“Not a cowboy,” He corrects almost immediately- something which confuses Minho further. He carries himself like one. Has the stance of one. If he ain’t one, then-
“Even worse.” Minho tries to keep his schooled expression, “I don’t serve strangers who play dress-up.”
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A stranger dressed in cattlemen’s clothes comes to town. Minho wants.
Series
- Part 1 of graveyard of roots
Bookmarked by lessloveslarry
28 Sep 2025
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amo a los minsung rancheros sinaloenses esto es canon de la independencia los amo!!!😭💖
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Minho felt heat slam up the back of his neck. His heart was beating like it had slipped into survival mode, every nerve bracing for impact. He clung to the counter with both hands, knuckles bone-white. “Minji,” he said, carefully - so carefully it hurt. “I need you to be completely honest with me right now.” His voice trembled like a bridge under pressure. “Did you go to the party across the street last night?”
The words burned on the way out. Not just because he didn’t want to know, but because he hated the person they belonged to. The tone. The suspicion. The way it sounded like something he’d heard growing up - cold and hollow and waiting for failure.
But this wasn’t about his father. This was about Jisung. Jisung, who encouraged recklessness like it was enlightenment. Jisung, whose porch was a revolving door of mistakes waiting to happen. Jisung, who was loud and smug and infuriating and - if she said yes -
If she said yes, Minho wasn’t going to knock. He was going to tear that man’s door off the hinges.
Bookmarked by lessloveslarry
30 Aug 2025
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Es una historia que no quiero que se sienta desechable. Sentí dolor al empatizar con el extrañar con tanto cariño, de estar enojado con la vida y que nadie te pueda dar una explicación del por qué suceden las cosas. Sentí el comfort de la compañía y saber que el querer repara las emociones que queman y no parecen tener límite para el dolor. La posibilidad de que lo que viene sea un camino de calma y consolación, de volver a sentirse en paz con la existencia de uno mismo entre tanta tristeza