linofied
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
Seeing? Seeing? What does that mean, Minhee thinks bitterly. She doesn't want to see Seungmin. Well, she does want to see her, but she also wants to do so much more. She wants to touch her, caress her, make fun of her abnormally huge hands, taste her. There is so much she wants to do with Seungmin. She wants to be with her.
God forbid she ever finds out, though. Minhee has an image to maintain. More importantly, she has a soft heart to protect. She will not be laying it out on a chopping board for some brunette with the voice of an angel to slice through. If Seungmin feels the same way, she will ask Minhee out properly.
Alternatively:
Minhee and Seungmin are "seeing" each other (whatever that means). They fuck about it.
Bookmarked by linofied
05 Jul 2025
-
Tags
Summary
seungmin
[7:01pm] I deserved a proper goodbye
or; Seungmin deals with Minho leaving. -
Tags
Summary
“Lee Minho. What’s your name?”
The man doesn’t shake his hand, instead he very quickly resets the board with fast, narrow fingers.
“Kim Seungmin—You’re up first.”
-
or, minho starts playing chess with the pretty boy at the park. the emotions that follow are not his fault. -
Tags
Summary
"I'm not one of your kind, you're blinded by your infatuation about me and hurting humans who have nothing to do with you."
Minho leaned towards seungmin barely brushing his fingers on seungmins face, "Who said I'm the only one who's obsessed?"
Seungmin couldn't tell if his body was burning from the rage or because of him.
A mortal being and a spiteful demon crossed their paths in an unforeseen circumstance. Was it a curse or a blessing when seungmin starts to gradually fall for the person who's the bane of his existence.
-
Tags
Summary
Minho had barely gotten a “Good morning” out when the guy leaned across the counter and whispered, “Gollum.”
“Excuse me?” Minho asked, brows raised.
“My name.” He hunched his shoulders, putting on a truly terrible impression. “Gollum… my precious iced Americano.”
Minho pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to fight down the laugh that threatened to escape.
After weeks of writing every fake name under the sun on his coffee cup, the cute dork finally leaves Minho his number—with a missing digit, because apparently, he’s as infuriating as he is adorable.