seuungmel
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
Jeongin was completely comfortable with the fact that his dad’s love came in the form of cheese buldak and mint chocolate chip ice cream and silly little gifts and bags upon bags of home cooked food and cups of coffee and lighthearted scolding, he always has been. But apparently, he actually does express his love in other ways. A lot of other ways. Through pet names and hand holding and hugs and arms slung around shoulders and kisses on foreheads and by saying it. He says it all the time.
Just not to Jeongin.
Jeongin's dad's new boyfriend invites him on their couples trip to Mexico. He sees a side of his father that he has never seen before.
-
Tags
Summary
“Hyung,” he calls, voice lighter now. “Come here.”
Minho steps closer, his gaze flicking between Jisung’s face and the oranges hanging from the branches. Jisung rolls one gently in the palm of his hand before he lets it go.
“You don’t just grab the first one you see,” he says, his voice soft. “You want to look for the ones that feel heavy for their size. That means they’re juicy. See this? The skin should be firm but not too tough. A little bit of give when you press it—” He presses his thumb against the surface, demonstrating. “That’s how you know it’s good.”
Minho hums, thoughtful, then plucks an orange from the branch, testing it the way Jisung showed him. His fingers press into the peel just slightly, and he nods, satisfied. “Like this?”
Jisung glances at it, then at Minho, and something warm unfurls in his chest— small, quiet, but persistent. “Yeah,” he says, smiling. “Exactly like that.”
(OR: Minho and Jisung, and the start of a summer romance.)
-
Tags
Summary
From closer, it’s clear that Minho is about his age. He’s handsome— very much so— in an untouchable sort of way. Straight nose, sharp eyes, a defined cupid’s bow. He looks sculpted rather than born. Jisung might shrink under the weight of his presence if the situation were different.
Knowing that Minho is dying ruins the illusion of perfection.
Jisung answers an ad online reading: "I'm going to die, but there's a lot of things I haven't done yet that I don't want to do alone."
-
Tags
Summary
Minho could spend an eternity here, at the mercy of Jisung’s lips but they unfortunately have cats to feed and young minds to shape. He pulls away with one last peck and smiles at his husband. “See you at lunch?”
Jisung sighs and closes his eyes, leaning his forehead against Minho’s. “Can I be annoying and admit that I don’t want to leave you?”
Minho doesn’t really believe in the divine, not in the religious sense. Divine is the sweet sound of Jisung’s voice and the imprint of his love on every inch of Minho’s skin. If he were a religious man however, he’d pray that they never stop feeling this way about each other.
“The annoying goes both ways, darling.”OR
the day in the life of physics teacher Lee Minho, in which his students discover he's married to their music teacher, Han Jisung. -
Tags
Summary
“We should go home.” Jisung manages to get out in the midst of his foggy mind.
Minho stops his abuse on his neck and brings his lips back to Jisung’s mouth, delivering those slow, teasing kisses again.
“Haven’t you ever thought about me fucking you in here Jisungie?” Minho says, his lips brushing against Jisung’s mouth at every word he speaks.
He slowly opens his eyes, noticing Minho’s piercing ones already looking back at him.
“Hyung, anyone could walk in on us.” Jisung lamely argues.
The older shrugs.
“All the more fun, baby.” Is the last thing Minho says before he’s all over Jisung again.
OR: Minho and Jisung decide to have a late night boxing session at the company gym alone and things get heated.