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"There it is," Hyunjin says, pointing at Jisung's contemplative face. "You're not heartbroken, just horny and vindictive."
"You know me so well, baby." Jisung claps his hands once. "Now focus. Tell me what Mr. Lee is into."
Hyunjin blinks. "What?"
Jisung crouches in front of him, eyes gleaming as he takes Hyunjin's limp hands in his for good measure. "Does he like twinks with perky asses? Whiny bottoms? Come on, give me something to work with!"
"How would I know?" Hyunjin says and sighs like a man who knows he won't get out of this alive. Not if he doesn't play along. So he shrugs. "From what I know he likes expensive bourbon, cats and arguing with judges."
Jisung considers that for a moment, then nods. "I can work with that."
Hyunjin whimpers. "Of course you can."
Or: Jisung's boyfriend cheats on him. He decides to fuck his dad in retaliation.
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They met when they were kids. He was so exhilarated to be understood, to have connected some loose circuitry and finally feel his energy flowing like it was supposed to. He never thought about that feeling, bright and alive with electricity, safe and complete, as something that could be romantic.
He truly never thought about it. Jisung was one thing, so he probably wasn’t another.
But he was wrong. Jisung has always been everything he could be, everything at once. A chameleon, a many-limbed cephalopod, a jack of all trades, a genius. Minho’s best friend, his longest companion, his greatest source of annoyance, of anxiety. His family, his dongsaeng. And now, the focal point of his desire.
Of course. Of course if anyone could push and pull at Minho’s emotions, his subconscious, his sex drive, it would be clever, oblivious, determined Jisung.
When Jisung announces that his male TA wants to date him, Minho nosedives into an obsessive spiral. He can't fight his own jealousy, the dense tangle of his repressed desire, or the increasing awareness that maybe they've been more than friends all along.
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Jisung had meant to get off the train three stations ago. He had dozed off, only to wake to the gentle and steady voice of a stranger, someone who felt familiar, and knew how to calm his racing heart with ease. In the late hours, he offered a place to stay. Slowly, even the dark night no longer scared Jisung. Everything else unfolded naturally, deeply.
Over that one night, he glimpsed the small, precious world of Lee Minho, the one who had been a stranger just hours ago, now already feeling like gravity, pulling him inescapably closer. Jisung knew, before the night was through, that they wouldn’t forget each other after the morning. They wouldn’t become strangers again.
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It's funny, how you can wake in the morning and have no idea where the day will take you, where you'll be at the end of it. So many normal days pass without a thing changing. Ten, thirty, eighty, one-thousand days go by without a single incident. And then—
"Oh, Jisung! This is my cousin, Minho!"
—Minho.
Jisung thought he knew what love was, convinced himself as much. He's starting to think he's had it all wrong.
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Two Bros, Shirtless in Bed Together, Feeding a Kitten and Falling in Love by vicioussickle
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
20 Oct 2025
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“It’s just– isn’t it gonna be weird for her? Like, who’s the mom if we’re both men?” he asked with a slightly nervous giggle, seeing Minho sitting on the floor with Fiona. He didn’t even know why he was nervous.
“Jisung, neither of us are her mom. We’re both her dads,” Minho informed as he flitted his fingers around in front of the kitten again, playing with her—his tone saying duh, like he’d already thought about it.
“Oh, yeah. Right. Both men. Got it.”
Or: Minho and Jisung find an abandoned kitten. They take their new job as parents very seriously.