11 Works by undelicate
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“So,” Minho began, “I’m guessing you’re here because you left something behind?”
Jisung gulped down his mouthful of coffee. “Oh! Right, I must seem like a weirdo for coming by unannounced like this.” Something told him that his next words would only reinforce the perception. “Are you looking for a roommate?”
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Or: Suddenly left without a job or home, Jisung is desperate for a place to stay while he gets back on his feet. Luck finds him in the shape of Lee Minho.
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“So what’s your call?” Seungmin asked, balancing the coin on his forefinger and thumb.
Minho held up crossed fingers. “Tails.”
“Alright. One, two, three—”
Seungmin flipped the coin in the air, and as soon as it landed in his palm, he slapped it onto the back of his other hand without revealing it.
Minho eyed his two friends warily. “Wait, what’s the punishment if I guess wrong?”
“You have to ask someone out on a date in front of us,” Changbin said.
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AKA: It's 1999, and a chance encounter at an arcade leads to an undeniable bond between Minho and Jisung. As they cross the threshold into the new millennium and young adulthood, they try to figure out what it all means, and what they mean to each other.
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“Excuse me, but can you spare a dumpling?”
Minho jumped and squeaked out a curse at the sudden voice. After the miserable day he’d had, would a mugging be the cherry on top?
With tense shoulders he turned on his heel and faced a young man who stood a bit shorter than him and whose black hair reflected the moonlight. His round eyes glistened in the dark, though his cheeks were even rounder—not unlike dumplings, ironically.
Minho stared back dumbly for a moment before responding, against his better judgment. “You want my... dumpling?”
“Oh, not for me,” the young man said with shyness coloring his voice. He hiked a thumb over his shoulder. “For my friend over there.”
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AKA: A stray dog brings Minho and Jisung together on a fateful night.
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A gentle shake to the shoulder accompanied by a whisper stirred Minho from sleep. He reflexively groaned as he turned a fraction toward the voice, his eyes sewn shut in the darkness.
“Hyung,” Jisung said in a louder whisper, “it’s first snow!”
“First... wha?”
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AKA It's the night of winter's first snow, and Minho is in love with Jisung.
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“Ah, you must be Minho’s boyfriend.”
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“I’m... Jisung.”
The words spilled from his mouth and scattered beyond his grasp before he could think to chase after them. He tried to console himself by reasoning that technically, he hadn’t lied because Jisung was his name, but he couldn’t find a way to tack on a disclaimer that he and Minho were very much not dating.
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AKA Jisung tries to help Minho win back his ex through a fake dating scheme.
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“Can I refill that for you?”
Minho turned to the voice that came from over his left shoulder, and he was met with the smiling visage of a young man holding a water pitcher. His hair was long and blond and parted to the side; the bangs on his right side were tucked behind his ear and held in place by bobby pins, while the hair on his left cascaded down his face. He eyed Minho’s empty water glass.
“Yes please,” Minho barely croaked out.
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AKA Minho attends a family reunion and is thirsty for Jisung.
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“Hey,” Minho began, ignoring the pounding in his rib cage, “what are your plans for today?”
Jisung seemed mildly taken aback by the question, but he answered anyway.
“Umm… I was going to pick up groceries and maybe do some work from home, but I have nothing else planned.” He paused to glance at Minho once more. “Why?”
“Ever been to Gyejoksan Mountain?”
“No?” Jisung frowned in confusion until the corner of his lips began to slowly draw upward. “But I have a feeling that might change today.”
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AKA Minho and Jisung go on a mini-road trip, and it all starts with a pretzel.
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“What do you think you’re doing,” Minho began calmly.
“What does it look like I’m doing,” Jisung said without looking up. “I’m getting ready to go to my next class.”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
“I admit I have a brilliant mind, but I am not, in fact, a mind reader.” Jisung finally met the other’s eyes with a tight smile. “Enlighten me.”
Minho smiled back with a barely concealed impatience despite the evenness in his tone. “I’m not sure if you’re really Felix’s type, you know?” He softened his voice and blinked slowly. “Just putting it out there so you don’t end up wasting your time.”
“How noble of you,” Jisung said while stuffing his laptop into his messenger bag, “but I’d rather let Felix be the judge of that.”
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AKA Jisung and Minho are idiots who vie for Felix’s heart while becoming entangled in a game of their own.
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After several minutes of useless staring, [Jisung] muttered an “ah fuck it” and pulled out his phone. Four and a half rings later, the face of a young man popped up on the screen.
“What is it,” the man greeted hoarsely as he struggled to pry an eye open, black hair sweeping over his forehead in multiple directions.
“Changbin hyung,” Jisung said. “Help.” He then switched the camera view to the sartorial mess on the bed. “I can’t decide on what to wear for the wedding tonight.”
The man named Changbin raised an eyebrow, eyes still screwed mostly shut. “What wedding?”
“What do you mean wh—Hyunjin’s wedding!”
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Aka Hyunjin and Seungmin are getting married; Jisung and Minho try to figure stuff out.
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Of all the terrible weekend nights that Jisung has endured, tonight easily ranked among the top three.
Maybe it was the worst one, ever.
He had planned to never see Minho again, let alone find himself standing in front of Minho's door at two-thirty in the morning, but the special delivery he carried under his arm put a bullet hole to that notion. And Jisung had no Plan B to fall back upon.
He straightened his posture, took a deep breath, and pressed the doorbell.
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AKA: Jisung is a pining piner and Minho is Minho.
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Minho wondered if it was possible to take one look at the back of someone’s head and know if they were attractive or not.
Which was why on a slow Tuesday afternoon, his gaze was locked onto a male customer who had wandered into his shop and fixated on the display of chocolate truffles in the corner, back turned to Minho.
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AKA Minsung in a chocolate shop au