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“I thought I’d lost you,” the man says.
Jisung shrugs, “I’m right here, Minho,” he feels himself saying.
Minho smiles at him fondly, then reaches over and grabs his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Come on,” he says, and then he’s pulling Jisung back through the door with him, into the light.
And then Jisung wakes up.
He blinks his eyes open slowly, pushing his hair away from his face and searching for his clock.
7am. Way too early to be awake on a weekend.
And who the fuck is Minho?
Bookmarked by LightBlue18
29 Jun 2026
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lee minho is a perfectionist chef with a dream. han jisung can’t cook to save his life.
they’ve also hated each other for ten years, the fact that jisung is minho’s best friend’s little brother only makes it worse.
a cooking competition forces them together for two weeks.
tensions run high. lines get blurred.
some partnerships are harder to walk away from than others.
(Or: several days of competition, late-night practice sessions and way too much sexual tension for two people who are supposed to hate each other.)
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Bookmarked by LightBlue18
28 Jun 2026
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"Later that night, Minho sent Jisung a document.
Rules for a friendship with benefits:
Rule #1: No kissing after sex
Rule #2: No cuddling
Rule #3: No falling in loveShould be easy enough, right?"
OR
That friends with benefits to lovers fic, nobody asked for.
Bookmarked by LightBlue18
13 May 2026
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“I think you’re lying, all the time. I think you think about me too.”
Jisung is close again, in a place he should never have entered. A place Minho had willingly opened to him, luring him into his den. A wolf trapping an unsuspecting lamb; pretty, blinking up at him with trembling eyes. Trembling eyes, but a steady, manly voice. Half a man; apparently more of one than Minho himself.
“Because I do think about you, professor Lee.”
For the sake of his less-than-likely redemption, Minho wants to think he’s not the one who bridges the distance. For the sake of his poor, rotten soul, he decides to think it’s Jisung who leans in further. And if his own back is no longer touching the wood of his chair, and he’s leaning over the desk just barely, then it’s a secret between him and hell.
Or Professor Minho shouldn’t fall for his new research assistant and his sweet, sad, angry eyes. He still does.
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"I'm sorry, what?"
"I said, your total is 5,89 euros."
"Oh, right of course," Jisung scrambles to get his credit card out of his wallet and puts it against the payment terminal, "but that's not what I meant."
The cashier hums in response.
"Like," Jisung gestures widely between him and the man behind the counter, "what did you ask me before that?"
"Oh," the man says, his eyes blinking rapidly as if he is the one surprised by Jisung's question, "I said "Would you like to go out on a date later today?," he replies simply, tearing the receipt after the payment went through and handing it to Jisung. He is smiling politely — one of those customer smile that never reaches the eyes.
- or, Jisung is a pastry addict; one day, the baker asks him an unexpected question.
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22 Apr 2026
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During an ordinary shift at a quiet café, Minho freezes when his favorite Idol steps up to the counter-wearing a cap, mask and dark glasses, trying to vanish into the crowd. Shock mixes with confusion as Minho notices something else: Han looks exhausted, maybe even sad, as if he’s hiding more than just his identity. Swallowing his awe, he forces himself to act unfazed, pretending he doesn’t recognize the star he’s admired for years-while everything inside him is anything but calm.
Bookmarked by LightBlue18
07 Apr 2026
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For years, Han Jisung was nothing more than a name associated with hatred, an unnecessary rivalry, and a guilt Minho tried to ignore.
“Why would you want to be friends with me?”
Minho didn’t know the answer. He couldn’t explain it either.
'Because you’re perfect.'
'You’re not who I imagined; I want to know you.'
Until a pair of fingers brushed his bangs away from his eyes. The touch was so light, so gentle, it almost felt like he imagined it. He would miss how Jisung changed the direction of his entire life—how he made him feel the things he was supposed to feel.
He slowly closed his eyes. And pressed his lips to Jisung’s.
Lee Minho and Han Jisung hate each other, but what happens when Minho needs to get better at his classes, and needs help?
Bookmarked by LightBlue18
06 Jan 2026
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Homeschooled, sheltered, and naive, Jisung’s first taste of freedom at a party quickly spirals into a panic attack.
Fleeing the chaos, he stumbles into the bedroom of Minho — a seasoned stoner with a smirk too sharp and a life lived too fast.
Minho could shut the door on him. Instead, he lures him closer, pulling Jisung into his orbit and offering him a crash course in everything he’s been missing.OR...
Han has a panic attack and Lee Know's like wanna kiss?Bookmarked by LightBlue18
21 Nov 2025
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Jisung didn't mean to kidnap Minho. Really, he didn't. He was just a fan! Maybe he was a little obsessed, but no harm was done — just a little bit of privacy invasion and some questionable habits. Now he had to convince Minho of that before he let him go.
Bookmarked by LightBlue18
21 Nov 2025
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Public Bookmark 331
Mystery Work
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
Bookmarked by LightBlue18
16 Nov 2025
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"Yeah, you know, that guy who put a fork in the microwave at Wooyoung's birthday party? Lee Minho."
Silence. Jisung waited patiently for Chan to keep explaining...
He didn't.
"You want me to live with a guy who made a microwave explode... by accident?" Jisung asked incredulously, his voice flat.
"Oh, no no no," Chan laughed way too easily. "He did it on purpose."
Jisung blinked three times.
"And how does that make it better?!"
"Ok, let's do this," Chan responded quickly. "I'll make dinner at my place this Friday! So you can come and meet each other and talk about this whole thing. Remember you don't have to say yes if you don't want to... but trust me, I know you're gonna get along so well."
Jisung sighed, feeling the weight of his limited options. What did he have to lose?
...Apart from his security deposit, his dignity, and possibly some appliances.
OR; When Jisung's plans to move in with Felix fall through, he's desperate to find a new roommate to help split the rent. Luckily, Chan thinks he knows just the right person.
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Bookmarked by LightBlue18
15 Nov 2025
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There’s a solid line of warmth running down the length of his back; gentle, rhythmic puffs of air against the crown of his head; an arm across his upper body, holding him steadfastly.
He groggily tries and fails to remember how they ended up like this. It wouldn’t be the first time Minho has snuck into his bed, but Jisung usually tends to be awake for that.
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or, Jisung wakes up to what he thinks is a regular Friday — and then he does it again, and again, until each Friday is less regular than the last.
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“Alright I’m at the cafe, what’s this guy’s name?” Minho says, walking inside and bowing to the waitress before taking a seat in the corner.
“He should already be there. He’s wearing a black leather jacket and jeans. His hair is probably slicked back in a backwards hat.” Changbin says.
Minho rolls his eyes even though Changbin can’t see him, “Are you sure this –”
The words get stuck on their way out as Minho’s eyes settle on skinny legs in black jeans, toes slightly pointed inwards and bent at the knee slightly. A hand comes down to pet an orange cat that has been winding between his legs. He crouches and he looks so small. When Minho lifts his gaze to the perfect heart shaped smile and big brown eyes, his heart is beating out of his chest.
“Minho? Minho, did you find him?” Minho hears Changbin’s voice in the distance.
“Jisung.” Minho whispers.
“Wait, how do you know his name? Did you guys meet already?” Changbin panics.
“I’ll call you later.” Minho ends the call and drops his phone to the table, still staring at the man in front of him.
OR; Minho and Jisung get set up on a blind date by a mutual friend, eight years after they went their separate ways.
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Bookmarked by LightBlue18
29 Oct 2025
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“Shit, sorry,” he muttered, steadying himself against the doorframe. “Didn’t mean to... body bump you.”
The nice-scent Lee Minho guy stepped back slightly, looking at him with concern “You good?”“Yeah. Just... dream hangover.”
Minho tilted his head. “Dream hangover?”
Jisung gave a small, hopeless sigh. “Don’t worry. I’m a functioning adult. I swear.”
Han Jisung has been secretly in love with Hwang Hyunjin for almost half of his life, a one-sided crush that slowly broke his heart when reality caught up with him. Just as he’s trying to piece himself back together, an unexpected client walks into his life. Someone intriguing enough to stir something new in him, and perhaps heal what he thought would never mend.
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02 Oct 2025
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“Wait!” Jisung yelled out, grabbing his shoulder.
Minho turned around, eyebrow raised again, and clearly done with the conversation. And Jisung couldn’t blame him.
But this might’ve been his only opportunity to get some experience.
“I need your help.”
Minho just stared at him, blinking at him over and over. “With what?”
“I need you to have sex with me.”
Or what happens when Jisung makes a deal with his nerdy classmate Minho to teach him about sex, all so he can win over his crush who’s not into virgins?
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Hyunjin drank too much. Hyunjin really drank too much. But it'd been so long since he'd seen his friends, he hadn't wanted to refuse when they poured him drink after drink and they'd all gotten carried away.
He knew he'd definitely drank too much when he found himself halfway up the stairs to the cuties dorm and not his own. He leaned against the wall a moment, laughing, before continuing on. It was too late now. They'd just have to deal with him sleeping on their couch.
At least he still remembered the keycode. He let himself in, stumbling a little taking his shoes off at the entryway, and shuffled quietly into the living room. He had no idea what time it was; late, probably. So he was a little surprised to see Jeongin still up, sitting tensely on the couch with a frown between his brows.
"Hey, Innie," Hyunjin said, a little bashfully. "Sorry, I'm-" drunk, he was going to say. But Jeongin cut him off with a terse,
"You're late."
Bookmarked by LightBlue18
07 Dec 2024