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"Who the fuck are you?" Minho asks, voice far too collected for the state he’s currently in. He squints his eyes, leans in a little to take a closer look.
"Uh— You summoned me?"
"I summoned an incubus."
"Right. Yes,” the boy speaks slowly, as if Minho is fucking stupid. “That's me. Hi."
or: things go very bad before going very good
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24 Feb 2026
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“Do you know the city well?”
Jisung met his eyes evenly. “I grew up here,” he said, proud. “I probably know these streets better than anyone else.”
Minho grinned, walking forward until he was close to the boy again, excitedly grabbing his hand. “Show me the city!” he pleaded, eyes wide and hopeful. “Please!”
Jisung’s mouth dropped, obviously taken aback. He stared down at where Minho held his hand, then back up to his face. “No,” he said. “No way.”
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Minho justs wants one night of freedom, to live and experience everything he's always wanted to. And, maybe, the beautiful boy with shining eyes can help with that. If he doesn't steal from him first.
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30 Jan 2025
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Being bound to your soulmate by the sense of taste isn't the worst thing in the world, although if you were to ask Lee Minho he would strongly disagree. In his opinion it's nothing short of a cosmic joke that he, someone who can't stand lemons, has his taste buds permanently linked to someone who loves them.
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Or, the one where Minho finally learns what to do when life won't stop giving you lemons.
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28 Jan 2025
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lyrics of an improvised love song by orphan_account for melodics
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
20 Jul 2019
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Minho is behind the counter, taking orders and misspelling names. Since it’s a university, the coffee shop is fairly full, with a constant background noise of people talking.
Then, out of nowhere, the talking stops, and the thing happens, one of those moments where everybody just collectively decides to fall silent, but one unfortunate soul doesn’t get the memo. In specific, a guy with brown hair and a blue t-shirt sighs into the dead quiet, “Dammit, somebody date me.”
There’s a second where the guy doesn’t realize anything is wrong, but then his expression freezes, and he shrinks down in his seat. Minho is amused, embarrassed on his behalf, all normal reactions. And then the impulse kicks in, the urge to pick the most idiotic and unconventional choice just because he can.
“Okay,” Minho replies, and everybody in the room looks at him. “I will.”
[It isn't fake, but it isn't real, either. Until suddenly, it is.]
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26 Jan 2025