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“Zib— I nooboo, anything shaboo shnorma,” Minho elaborates, “Or like, zib zabs we plumba normy but the more zibbly you think, the more flarbo it gebs.”
“Moo stovey wibba fizzle bop wib snibby flamesy, yibs,” Jisung shrugs, nonplussed. “Nab boo pool laddu, shoo ba da larb week. Wib shoo, da boing.”
Minho blinks incredulously. “Naboo you zibbity flarn, no weebler?
or: sim minho becomes a little too self-aware
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12 Aug 2025
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Jisung meets Minho on a hot summer morning, the July sun unforgiving outside.
Walking into the diner makes Jisung feel like he is being sent back in time — to a time when he wasn’t born at all, but also to all those days in his childhood when he would come here with his parents. The checkered floors remain the same, the pink leather booths as shiny as he remembers them being; nostalgia stirs in his chest as the waiters skate past him, effortlessly balancing trays full of food on skilled hands.
Mel’s Diner is as pink and cozy as he remembers it being.
“Hi, welcome to Mel’s Diner!” the waiter in their signature pink uniform and white skates greets cheerfully. “What can I help you with today?”
When their eyes meet and Jisung is faced with the most beautiful man he has ever seen, he doesn't expect his life to change the way it does.
(A story about Minho and Jisung, about growing pains, and on how to fall in love over the years.)
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Hyunjin felt the corner of his mouth twitch into a grin, a slow, sideways thing, and stepped forward just slightly, just enough to close the space between them to something charged and private.
“Well” he said, voice low and warm, trying to carry something hidden just under the words, something only a certain kind of boy would understand, “Do you like David Bowie?”.
OR RATHER: straight out of the ’70s, Hwang Hyunjin, works at a roller rink arcade, goes to secret gay nightclubs, and never sleeps with the same person twice. He lives in a loft full of plants and vinyl records by David Bowie and Elton John, and lately he can’t take his eyes off a perfect twink with long blond hair who’s started hanging out at the roller rink—always skating and dancing in outrageously short shorts and headphones on his head.
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21 Jul 2025
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i cried, we all crode for the next chapter button
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Jisung leans his head back, lazy. Like he can’t be bothered to pick it up. Like it’s too heavy, or he’s too sleepy. “Do you think it would fuck everything up if we slept together for real?”
“Everything,” Minho says, not quite a question, but not understanding. A general repetition for the benefit of the both of them. Because his throat hurts a little bit, and he needs a second to swallow it down.
He brings his hand back to steering. Both of them right where they’re meant to be.
“Everything, like— us,” Jisung waves his finger between them. “You’re my best friend. And I’m yours. And I’ve always wondered, you know?”
Minho is white knuckling the wheel. He can still feel Jisung beneath his fingertips, or maybe just within his bloodstream. Injected there to sit. Stay.
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Tie My Cherry Stem into the Shape of a Heart by vicioussickle
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
03 Mar 2025
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He was extra grateful for his sunglasses when the first thing he noticed as he made it to the beach was a group of guys, most of them shirtless, playing volleyball. Phew! Jisung was suddenly wiping away some sweat from his brow he didn’t remember being there before, holding back from whistling low to himself as he passed by. Maybe this vacation wouldn’t be so bad after all if he could watch these guys play volleyball here every day.
Or: Jisung is dreading his family vacation, but when his first trip to the beach results in seeing a beautiful man with thick thighs, he learns how to be grateful. He also develops feelings he did not mean to develop.
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24 May 2025