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“My lady,” he said gently, eyes bright with interest. “May I have this dance?”
Minho knew he should refuse.
He knew he should run.
Instead, he placed his trembling hand in Jisung’s.
“Yes,” he said.
And as silk whispered and Jisung’s hand settled at his waist — warm, reverent — Minho realized, writhing breathing clarity:
This night was no longer something he simply could survive.
It was already something that would haunt him forever.
OR - Minho becomes Lady Mina to attend balls and dances with Duke Jisung, sparking a secret, growing romance that risks being discovered.
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“Black Coffee?” Minho chirped, voice soft and sweet as he punched in the order. His sleeves were soft and fuzzy, drowning around his small wrists. His makeup shimmering under the lights, little flakes of glitter resting on his cheekbones.
Jisung grunted, nodding. He didn't need to give a verbal response. Minho already knew.
Minho leaned his elbows against the counter, chin resting on the back side of his hands.
“You know, you’re the only customer who never smiles at me.”“I don't smile,” Jisung muttered.
“I’ve noticed,” Minho said, showing off his bunny teeth with a sweet smile. “I’m working on it.”
“Don’t.”
Minho grinned — small, sharp, cute, and insanely bright.”Too late.”
OR - Jisung has a past he can’t outrun. Minho is tiny, bold, and impossible to ignore. As their bond grows, secrets and danger threaten to tear them apart—can they survive without losing each other?
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Just as Minho crested the top of the hill before the clearing, something on the wind caught his attention. He’d never smelled anything like it this far into the woods. It was amber, warm and rich and intoxicating in a way that no one’s scent ever had been to him, but with something metallic tinging the air alongside it.
Blood.
Before he realized what he was doing, he’d changed course to follow the scent along the riverbank, ignoring the confused barks of his pack members.
He wasn’t exactly sure what he’d expected to find at the end of the scent trail, but it certainly wasn’t a tiny deer shifter, who looked to be around his own age, maybe a year or two younger, curled up in his human form and shaking.
OR: Wolf shifter Minho is out on a turkey hunt with his packmates when he finds injured deer shifter Jisung. He's injured, and Minho should put him out of his misery-- but every instinct screamed 'protect'. Even though he didn't know why.
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29 May 2026
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Angular face, strong nose, a little threatening, and platinum fucking blonde hair. Defined brows, gentle eyes, built frame that’s obvious even under layers of clothing. Maybe a few centimeters taller than him, the perfect height for Jisung to be able to hook his chin over his shoulder. He even has lips that look like they would slot against Jisung’s like a puzzle piece, a factor he hadn’t thought to consider before but has now been added to his mental list of ideal-partner qualities.
Jisung isn’t sure what divine intervention placed him right here, right now but it can’t be a coincidence. This god-level beauty was sent to be his savior.
Jisung tries to ward off the creeps who hit on him at the bar by telling them about his fake husband. Lee Minho is prime
fakehusband material.Bookmarked by Shanni3
29 May 2026
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While they’re watching, Minho smiles when Jisung giggles at something under his breath, and moves one of his hands onto his boyfriend’s thigh to give it a gentle squeeze.
Doyoon watches his dad’s movement from the corner of his eye and instantly frowns.
“Appa,” He calls, receiving a light hum from his dad, “I want to hold your hand.”
“You already have my hand, Doyoonie,” Minho chuckles, tickling Doyoon’s tummy with his left hand. “It’s right here.”
Doyoon keeps his eyes fixed on his dad’s hand on Jisung’s leg. “I want both of them.”
Since Minho and Jisung have been happily dating for several months, Minho decides that it's finally time for his five year old son, Doyoon, to meet his boyfriend.
However, the instant connection both of them had been hoping for is thwarted when it becomes apparent that Doyoon is against the whole idea.
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29 May 2026
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"If keeping Jisung happy meant buying him a new bouquet of flowers everyday for the rest of his life, then he couldn’t wait to be drowning in petals."
In which Minho joins a discord server, falls in love with a faceless boy, and buys him lots of flowers.
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28 May 2026
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Jisung shouted, “Then we need to fuck each other! Size doesn’t matter, and I’ll prove it to you!” Minho’s hand stopped moving.
But Minho’s voice was smooth and clear in Jisung’s ear. “Bet.”
The room dropped silent; Chan and Changbin exchanged a long look.
“When I win, I get to pierce you, and I choose the place.” Minho added, all eyes on them.
Jisung took his hand, squeezing it. “You’re too sure of yourself, hyung. When I win, you’ll finally get your first tattoo.”
(OR: Minho is hung, Jisung is not. Jisung is dumb and bets with Minho that dick size doesn’t matter.
There is: Tatted and pierced Minsung, smut and a side of feelings. That’s it. That’s the story.)Bookmarked by Shanni3
27 May 2026