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Jisung is a journalist. He’s not prone to hyperbole. This is a fact: The dancer draping his body elegantly over the high back of Jisung’s leather chair is the most beautiful person he has ever seen.
“Um, hi,” Jisung says. He flashes a grin he hopes is charming, catching the dancer’s eyes. They’re pretty eyes. Very pretty. He could look at them all night. “I liked your show.”
“Thanks,” the dancer says with an easy smile. “I like you.”
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or: clumsy, charming, yet quick-witted investigative journalist alpha jisung loves to stick his nose in danger in the name of a good story—which is exactly how he manages to entangle himself in a crime ring operation at the most popular burlesque lounge in the country. unfortunately for jisung, he's just too damn cute for the omega burlesque dancer he's been crazy about to heed his warnings seriously.
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He senses like he's having a stroke, which is funny because the boy seems to be harbouring the same symptoms. "Shit, I'm so sorry!" The boy spills, and there's a slight accent. "I'm hot and you're Jeongin— wait no, I'm Jeongin and you're hot. Wait—!"
Mistake number three would be his hand travelling to hold his towel tighter. And recognising he is just wearing a towel, moving his hands to cover his chest. God, he's so embarrassed. "I'm so sorry! I thought you would only be coming at the end of the day."
(Or: What Hyunjin's books don't tell him is that falling for your best friend's brother is NOT a good idea.)
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22 Jun 2026
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i'm not crying, the moonlight's only shining in my eyes (you) by luvsngie
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
22 Jun 2026
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Jisung shifts a little bit, nuzzling into Minho’s chest—and Minho’s ears warm despite how often Jisung does it when he’s awake. “Mm...guess what.”
Minho barely holds back a laugh, the absurdity of this conversation—if it can even be called that—smacking him dead center in his funny bone.
Minho humours sleeping Jisung once more. “What is it, Jagiya?” He tilts his head to the side.
Minho doesn’t know what he’s expecting, and he wonders who Jisung’s talking to in his mind. Part of him thinks there might not even be an answer, but he’s too curious to really care about the specifics.
“You’ll neverrr believe it… I’m—”
Minho waits.
“Gay.”
“Wha—?”
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Jisung sleep talks, and Minho is so, so in love.(Jisung loves him too)
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- Part 2 of luvsngie's minsung oneshots
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And yet, it occurs to me now that we can never run with out lies indefinitely. Sooner or later we are forced to confront their darkness. We can choose the when, not the if. And the longer we wait, the more painful and uncertain it will be.
Tomasz JedrowskiEtho isn't even that drunk when he finds himself tugged to the club's bathroom by a pretty stranger. There is a wall behind them, and Etho tries to stop himself from thinking about how many sweaty people fucked against it before them, the same night. He wonders, dizzy with anticipation, if they are going to add to the tally.
This, he thinks, his mother will never know about.
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22 Jun 2026
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They haven’t even seen each other’s faces yet―what if J’s ugly? What if he thinks Minho is ugly? What if he’s secretly disfigured, or―oh god, what if he’s younger than he says he is (Minho’s not trying to catch a case, okay?). What if he’s been catfishing Minho this entire time, or―or what if he―
“Jisung?”
Minho tilts his head to the side, swinging the door all the way open as soon as he sees the younger standing on his doorstep. His shoulders slump in disappointment when he realizes it's not who he was expecting. The omega furrows his brows, taking in the stunned look on the younger’s face. Why does he look like he’s just seen a ghost?
(Or: Minho downloads a hookup app where he meets a hot young alpha who offers to help with his heat. As luck would have it, he finds out a month later that he’s actually been sending ass pics to his best friend’s son.)