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Wei Ying and Lan Zhan were best friends in high school, until they weren’t.
When they meet again, over a decade later, Wei Ying knows exactly what’s going to happen. Until he doesn’t.
They’re normal people, navigating a normal friendship, except they’re not. Turns out, they never were.
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(cir. 2020 until now) for doyoung, this is what it means to love and be loved.
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“You’re going to meet someone, and fall in love. Maybe they’ll be a toxin, or maybe not. But, either way, you’ll know. You’ll be glad you waited. Because you’ll realize that you’re worth more than any silly bloom could ever be,” Minho murmurs into his hair, hand making comforting circles over his back. “And your bond— it should be saved for them. That person you love so much that the blooms don’t matter. Because you deserve that, Jisung-ah. You do.”
Jisung doesn’t know how to tell him that he thinks he already found it. He doesn’t know if he should tell him. Because maybe Minho is right. Maybe he’s got it all twisted up, and confused. Maybe he’s too impulsive, and his brain is latching onto the only constant he has.
Or, maybe, he just knows.
(OR: Jisung chases a bloom he can't reach, and Minho is an expert in self-preservation)
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Jisung didn’t prepare for this. He was meant to just— tell Minho he’s gay— not ask him to have sex with him. The glass must have been a literal breaking point for his feeble self control.
“Because I trust you,” Jisung can’t even look Minho in the eye. “Because you’re attractive, and you’re always gentle with me, and I think you’d make it good.”
Minho’s hold tightens, squeezing Jisung a bit too firmly. “I’d make it good for you, Jisung.”
(OR: Jisung learns how to access the encyclopedia of his own emotions.)
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a fish tank (with rainbow rocks) by mrehk for Ghost (hymnfortheweekend)
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
25 Aug 2024
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“I’m warning you right now, before this goes any further—” Minho threatens, running his finger around the rim of his glass to gather the sugar. “I have a rule that I only sleep with someone once. That’s it. You won’t be the exception, trust me.”
The guy clears his throat. Blinks. Looks back into Minho’s eyes and settles back into the easy, cocky grin he’s been wearing since he sidled up. “All I need is once to blow your mind,” he drawls, perfectly sleazy.
(OR: Minho never sleeps with the same guy twice; Jisung becomes a master of disguise)