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“I want to kill you,” Minho grunts in pain. “And yet you help me. Why?”
“I’m not sure, huntsman.” Jisung answers. “Why did you let me live?”
It’s like inhaling gravel when Minho swallows dryly. He thinks back to the day they met and Jisung’s wounded body. His brown eyes full of prudence, his serpent tongue and soft skin. The way the other angels seemed to cower behind Jisung like he was their keeper. The way Minho disregarded his safety when freeing Jisung from his shackles. The inexplicit trust Jisung put into Minho after mere moments of meeting, the way he knew Minho wouldn’t hurt them before Minho knew it himself.
Minho looks away. “I don’t know, angel.”
On the brink of death, Minho attempts to pierce the heart of an angel with his arrow. Everything that happens afterward goes against the grain of what’s conventional.
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Minho knows he is not good enough for him, knows it is foolish to think he could ever have a chance with the prince. But being close to him is enough. To protect him as his guard.
All until one day, the king decides to marry his son off to another prince, another alpha. And Minho can only watch.
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They climb the stairs to their apartment in silence. Minho tosses his keys on the counter, turning with that soft, concerned expression that usually makes Jisung want to melt into his strong arms.
"Jisung, seriously, what—"
"Bedroom." Jisung's voice is tough, commanding in a way that makes Minho's eyebrows shoot up, especially as Jisung is usually so submissive. "Now. Go to the bedroom and get on the bed."
Or: Something in Jisung's past triggers a bad reaction towards his boyfriend, Minho
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15 Jun 2026
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spinning out waiting for you (to pull me in) by cosmosflowers
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
01 Jan 2025
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He could hear the dog on his tail, nipping at his hind legs. Jisung was faster, he could outrun the dog. He just needed time, and space, and to not get run over if he went into the—
“Hey!“
A loud bang beside him startled Jisung, and he skittered away from the street. The dog yelped, and even though Jisung couldn’t see it, he could feel it retreating.
He was safe.
His body collapsed under him, and he heard thundering footsteps approaching.
“You poor thing,“ a voice spoke, and it sounded too familiar. “What did that mean dog do to you?“
Arms scooped him up, and his eyes didn’t want to focus on his surroundings. But when Jisung inhaled, he froze. He knew that smell. Knew that cologne, that underlying musk.
Minho.(or: Jisung is an alien, and he doesn't want his boyfriend Minho to know. That gets complicated when Minho finds him, furry and four-legged, and injured)
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11 Jun 2026
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Everyone knows Han Jisung and Lee Minho hate each other. The media loves it, the league markets it, and their teammates are way too entertained by it.
But being forced to room together at national camp starts blurring lines Jisung was very comfortable keeping buried.
Or: Jisung learns very quickly that hatred and attraction feel alarmingly similar when you’re sharing a room with your biggest rival.