Min_sung32518
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It's been so long but nothing changed at all.
Minho hyung still is his person. The one he goes to when he's in distress, the one who saves him from sleepless nights and thinking he's not good enough, always helping him with the heavier days where all he's able to do is watch a movie and rot away in bed.
They're all a big family but Minho is his soulmate, as cheesy as it may sound. Jisung doesn't have a better word to describe him, to describe what they have.
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Minho's and Jisung's fireproof love throughout the years.
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i’ll taste your strawberries, i’ll drink your sweet wine by honeypeachkiss
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
27 Oct 2025
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"Felix," Minho acknowledges, but his eyes never leave Jisung. "You didn't tell me..."
"Tell you what?" Felix's voice carries a knowing lilt.
"How..." Minho searches for words. "Different he is."
Jisung shifts nervously, the movement causing the lace at his collar to flutter. "Is...is that bad?"
"No," Minho says quickly. Too quickly. He clears his throat. "No, it's...you…,” Minho trails off, eyes glued to the lithe boy in front of him.
“Isn’t he pretty, hyung? I told you he’d be perfect for the job,” Felix smiles, eyes boring into Minho’s face, delighted with the turn of events.
Minho’s lips twitch into the faintest smile. “Yeah,” he says, his voice low. “Pretty.”or: Jisung’s best friend Felix gets him a job at his older brother Minho’s maid cafe after escaping from the prison of his childhood home.
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Minho is a professional backup dancer, talented, disciplined, and utterly exhausted. Years of performing under bright lights have dulled his own. His world has shrunk to rehearsals, aching muscles, and silent nights spent wondering when everything he loved about dance began to hurt. The city feels endless and empty.
Until he meets Han Jisung. The light he needs.
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“Can I tell you something?” He asks, another push, another boundary, another want. He’s getting closer to the real reason he came to bother Minho in his room.
“Hm?” Minho hums, not looking up from his screen. It makes it worse, somehow.
“I kinda liked the idea…” Jisung murmurs, embarrassed at the admission. “Like, it’s kinda hot. The idea of people watching while I’m getting off…“
Jisung goes on a journey of exhibitionist self discovery. Minho comes along too.
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A sniffle.
Minho turns, confused, and catches Jisung wiping at his cheek.
“…Are you crying?” he asks, frowning.
Jisung blinks at him, glassy-eyed and a tiny bit miserable. He doesn’t even pretend to deny it this time. He lifts his head with the devastated honesty only the heartbroken and intoxicated can manage.
“Yes,” he admits simply. “I’m crying. Because I’m drunk.”
"Oh." Minho blinks, then lets out a startled laugh. “Oh, no.”
or: Jisung is drunk and can't stop talking about Minho's voice– until he starts talking about love.