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Jisung wants Minho to be his new hobby. Learning each tick and hum. The way his bones creak and his breath tumbles from his lips. He wants to become an expert.
He thinks Minho could be the hobby that sticks. The thing that will finally stop the clock on his humiliating, slow demise— his deterioration into nothing but soil, and dirt, and the dust of flower petals that never grow correctly.
He’ll have to see.
(OR: Jisung is saving himself for his step-brother; Minho is home for the summer.)
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"Minho stepped closer to the glass once more. As if sensing the stare again, Jisung looked up. Their eyes locked.
This time, there was no confusion in Jisung’s expression. He recognized him. The injured skater from the locker room.
Jisung lifted his chin slightly and smiled. Innocent. But Minho didn’t smile back.
Minho didn’t blink.He held the gaze with cold precision, the same way he held a landing, steady, controlled, unyielding.
You’re in my rink now. The announcement echoed in his head like a vow. If they wanted to share the ice, they would learn what it meant to bleed for it.
And if that loud, bright-eyed hockey player thought this would be easy, Minho would make sure it wasn’t."
Or:
Minho get's forced to share icerink with the hockey players only three months before the olympics and decides to make life hard for them, espescially the bright-eyed boy who he won't allow near his friends, or his heart.Jisung is forced to move icerink for hockey practice and by accident stumbled into a world of suffering he don’t kown how to fix, let alone the blonde figure skater with a heart made of stone.
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Mystery Work
Part of yuneui's fix-its
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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“Hyunjin is dead,” Jeongin breathed. He looked up to see the others stare back at him with wide eyes, Hyunjin towering over them at the back, the light from the window in the hallway lighting up his figure. “They told me he was dead.”
Hyunjin's dark eyes found Jeongin’s tearful ones.
“Not dead,” Hyunjin said with a poisonous smile. “Just gay.”
Or: Jeongin has spent years mourning the loss of his first love, a love he was told by his church was sinful and wrong, but one he just couldn't stop from blooming in his chest. Now, years later, Jeongin meets Hyunjin again, very alive and also very different from how he used to be back in their shared church.
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- Part 1 of We Strive For The Forbidden
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Bookmarked by Mapleafffr
17 Feb 2026
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Minho watched Jisung take a bite of his food. Minho loved every tiny detail about Jisung. His big, round eyes, his nose that’s slightly curved, his chubby cheeks that fill up even when he takes the smallest bite of food, his gummy smile in the shape of a heart. The way he took a sip of his juice after a bite of his food to make it easier to chew.
They couldn’t imagine life without the other, and they didn’t want to. Jisung thinks that he would probably die if Minho left him somehow, like how a swan dies after losing a loved one– but Minho always reassured him that he would never leave, and Jisung knew that Minho would never lie to him.
(Or, Minho gets lung cancer and eventually passes. Jisung can't handle it.)
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From closer, it’s clear that Minho is about his age. He’s handsome— very much so— in an untouchable sort of way. Straight nose, sharp eyes, a defined cupid’s bow. He looks sculpted rather than born. Jisung might shrink under the weight of his presence if the situation were different.
Knowing that Minho is dying ruins the illusion of perfection.
Jisung answers an ad online reading: "I'm going to die, but there's a lot of things I haven't done yet that I don't want to do alone."