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Jisung could taste Minho's breath, a mere inch away from his lips, could feel the warmth of his body seeping into his bones, could smell the sweet, sugary scent of peppermint and chocolate clinging to his mouth.
They were close. So, so close.
Jisung could count the lashes adorning Minho's eyelids, could see every speck of color in his irises and the small acne scar hidden under his right eye.
If he moved his head by just the smallest fraction, the tip of his nose would meet Minho's.
"Jisung."
Or, Minho and Jisung hate each other with a passion. Their friends can't stand them anymore, so they take it upon themselves to solve the issue.
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don't make deals with the thing in the woods by cosmosflowers
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
24 Oct 2024
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“What’s your name, little one?”
Jisung knew better than to give his name out to strangers. Especially strangers with black eyes.
He didn’t know what this man was, but somehow his brain was aware that telling him his name could mean a fate worse than death.
When he didn’t respond, keeping his eyes pinned to the ground, a hand gripped the back of his head, tugging his hair and forcing his head up. Nails tug into his scalp, rough and pointed. He whined in pain, his eyes forced up to look at the dark eyes staring back at him.
The man was only inches from his face, and he could even see his own reflection in the black irises. Scared. Terrified. Trembling like a bunny caught in a trap. Like prey.
“I asked you for your name.”
Swallowing, Jisung tried his best not to break eye contact. “Jisung. Han Jisung.”
“Why don’t we have a little fun, Han Jisung?”
(or: 3RACHA go camping. There's something lurking in the woods, and it has its eye on Jisung.)
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10 Mar 2026
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oh this will lead me into the world of Incubuss works thanks god
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“I think if we come up with a strategic game plan, you could very much end up ass in the air getting pounded” Hyunjin said, adopting a serious tone.
“Yeah, like a slab of meat” Felix muttered against Hyunjin’s shoulder. His white shirt is becoming more see through with drool by the minute.
“Fine, humour me” Jisung set himself up to watch, back straightened out and elbows on the table.
(OR: The 00s come up with a drunken game plan for Jisung to seduce his gardener Minho or does Minho end up seducing Jisung?)
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13 Feb 2026
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Minho is a Serial Killer who has just moved into a new building. Things seem to run smoothly for him at least until he meets Jisung, a maso sex addict full of twisted kinks. Perfect match, right?
- or Minho is a Serial Killer and Jisung seems to have found his ideal type.
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Pretty, gorgeous Han Jisung.
Minho wants to settle a part of himself in each and every one of Jisung’s cells, stitch their hands together in hopes of never having to be apart from the man he loves so deeply.
They couldn’t be closer than they are now, connected in a way Minho fantasizes over when he has to spend hours locked in the walls of his office, head banging on the wood of his desk.
Length pulsing inside his boyfriend, Minho lets go of Jisung’s cheeks and admires the print his fingers left deep in his skin. “Say it, Jisungie.”
(Or; Jisung says something once during sex, Minho desperately needs him to say it again)