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It hasn’t gotten this bad in a long time. He doesn’t remember a time when he cried nearly every night because he felt so alone.
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He thinks romance is a bit overhyped, and he’s also aroace. But he also craves the idea of physical closeness and kisses. Quite the oxymoron isn’t it?
or: grappling with thoughts of touch starvation and self-reflection, Jeongin thinks about the inevitability of changing in a new environment and learning to be okay with it
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“How are you, Jeongin?”
Jeongin studies him for a moment, not quite sure how to answer. He lets his gaze fall to the grass underneath his feet.
“Tired.” He answers honestly.
“Are you sad?”
Jeongin huffs, rolling his eyes. “You asked me that last time.”
“Maybe I’m hoping for a different answer.” He hums.
or; Jeongin meets a boy in his dreams.
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06 Sep 2025
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Chan sucks in a deep breath as he opens his eyes, rolling himself onto his back to look around the room. Surrounding him is… himself. Well, in a way. The versions of himself that had just been floating behind his eyelids were currently standing around him - one almost lying fully on top of him. The red tips, the brunette extensions, and the man bun. All hairstyles that he cherished - all standing in his room.
The one with the man bun, eyes bright and soft, smiles, leaning fully into Chan’s field of vision. “Whatcha dreamin’ about?” He asks, his voice soft and sweet. Chan almost finds himself smiling, reminded oddly of how Felix used to wake him up when they all lived together under one roof. Until he remembers that it’s him.
“Wh-” Chan’s throat works around the syllables, the acrid taste in his mouth from sleep making his mouth feel sticky, “What the hell is going on?”
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27 Aug 2025
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“Who was your greatest love and why did you fall in love with them?” Minho doesn’t know if he can bear to watch any more of this video. Whatever answer Jisung gives is bound to break his heart. Mesmerised and scared, he can’t do much more than watch as a series of emotions quickly flicker across Jisung’s face. Bright and dark at once, he seems to be lost inside his own head for a moment before he looks at the camera and offers a watery smile. Something fragile and vulnerable and devastating. Then, Jisung gets a hold of himself and smiles at the camera again, shy and sweet.
“His name is Minho,” he says through a rough voice, blinking back tears.or nine years after their break up, minho stumbles upon a video where Jisung admits that he was the love of his life. a lot of feelings unravel after that.
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07 Aug 2025
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It makes sense in Seungmin’s brain. Chan can walk around in wifebeaters and shorts while Seungmin is stuck in a hoodie and sweatpants. Chan likes to sleep naked because it’s more comfortable, but Seungmin layers blankets over himself. Even now, he has a blanket covering his lap, but his arms are still cold beneath the sleeves.
Chan sighs and finally drops his arms, unaware of the internal crisis Seungmin is having. All he can think about is Chan’s arms, Chan’s muscles, how hot Chan is - both physically and visually.
Seungmin always runs cold. Maybe Chan is just what he needs to warm up.
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- Part 20 of Kim Seungmin-centric
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20 Jun 2025
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It's winter, but the rain is not alone anymore by meDorianGray
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
11 Apr 2025
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“It’s bad for your health,” Minho said, a little too loud, not really thinking. His body was tired. His brain was even worse—fried from work, dulled by the cold.
The boy flinched but didn’t run. He turned slowly, eyes shadowed but curious. “Should’ve told that to the younger me who thought it looked cool,” he said with a strained chuckle.
Minho took a breath. “I’m Minho. You?”
The boy stared at him for a second too long. His eyes were tired. Maybe he wasn’t that young after all.
“Jisung,” he said. “Han Jisung.”
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winter—longing, liminal spaces, and the warmth that comes with the rain, or the snow, or whatever it feels like in the moment.
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12 Apr 2025