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The night the members chose their new roommates, Seungmin told himself he was ready for the outcome.
He wasn’t.
Minho’s arms wrapped around someone else, laughter spilling between them like it had always belonged there, and the hollow in Seungmin’s chest deepened until even breathing felt heavy.
Felix is there, as always, grounding him with quiet promises, but some aches can’t be soothed by loyalty alone. That night, the ache inside him began to bloom, and when the first red petals fell to the floor, Seungmin understood: this wasn’t just heartbreak.
It was something that could kill him.
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- Part 1 of In That Garden We Built
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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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16 Jun 2025
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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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10 Jun 2025
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This, here, will outline why everyone fucks up somewhere down the line before everything clicks back together.
Kim Seungmin, a new student moves in with a really hot room mate who has a really hot friend. What will goody two shoes Seungmin do when both these hot guys start showing interest in him when he just wants to survive through the college.
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30 Oct 2024
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my heart, your lips (apocalypse) by PurelySelfIndulgent for caffeinated_axolotl
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
22 Oct 2024
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“Kim Seungmin,” Lee Minho says, or rather, demands (because when it comes to Seungmin, Minho rarely, if ever, says anything). “I love you.”
Hyunjin, who’s seated beside him on the sofa, chokes and starts coughing up a spit ball. Jeongin, on Hyunjin’s other side, lets out a strangled noise akin to a cat giving birth and loses his grip on the TV remote, which goes skittering across the floor.
Seungmin blinks, unsure if he should play along or inform Minho that he never agreed to a hidden camera prank, especially during off-work hours.
“Good evening to you too, hyung,” he finally says, choosing to do neither. “Can you hand me the remote?”
(or, minho tells seungmin that he loves him. it takes seungmin six months to say it back.)