angelbee_3
Fandoms
Recent works
-
Tags
Summary
Jisung has known Minho for… well, as long as he can remember. In reality, it’s been seven years. Jisung was a clueless junior who’d gotten lost on his way to the lecture hall, and Minho happened to need to tie his shoelaces. Nothing else before that moment is worth remembering.
Jisung often wonders if he would be the same person without Minho. Could he exist without him? He didn’t want to. He didn’t know how to.
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
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."
-
Tags
Summary
Once Chan clicks the gleaming red banner, Felix yanks the unsuspecting man down by his legs, giggling when he lands head-first on his pillow with an oof.
"Hah—bro, dude, what're you doing—"
Bookmarked by angelbee_3
27 Feb 2025
Bookmarker's Tags:
Bookmarker's Notes
killed myself 8 times 10/10 would read again
-
Tags
Summary
Lee Minha might be a very proud person, but when it comes down to it, she’s really just trying to live her life. It's hard, though, when her reputation is tainted by her less than stellar ex-boyfriend. Enter: One Han Jisung.
Bookmarked by angelbee_3
09 Feb 2025
-
Tags
Summary
LeeKnow ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Incredible staff. Great vibes. Great bar. The guy who hosts Karaoke on Thursdays is a monster who should be fired. Terrible human being. Sad individual.
or, Jisung hosts karaoke night. Minho finds him unbearably annoying.
Bookmarked by angelbee_3
27 Jan 2025
-
Tags
Summary
He swipes his pointer over the smudge to get rid of it, but the flesh gives easily, the pad of his finger dipping shallowly into it.
Not a spot or a mark. Not a blemish.
A hole.
His eyes travel from the hole to his face, studying his features, his unshaven chin and upper lip, his heavy eyes, the dark circles. A stray eyelash sticks to his cheek. He glances back down and runs his finger over the spot again, feeling it give, feeling it twitch.
Jisung wakes up with a hole in his chest. It may or may not have something to do with the desire he has for his roommate.