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A small boy follows behind them, looking at his feet with tension in his shoulders. Hyunjin is taken back by his beauty, white-blonde hair framing his freckled face.
His voice is lost in his throat, but no one expects him to be put together. He’s looking at Yongbok, and Yongbok is watching him too, a shy smile on his heart shaped lips.
Hyunjin isn’t blind to beauty. He can see when someone looks good, but the tug of want in his chest is new. There’s something about the shy boy that makes Hyunjin want to never stop looking at him. He wonders if this is attraction, or if he’s just surprised at how healthy Yongbok looks. Most people who come in here look worn down and sick, but Yongbok’s skin has a warm glow.---
Or: a mental institution love story that isn't as dark as it may sound
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Almost Killing the Prince | Minsung by Ly_The_Great_Fandom_Trashcan
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
13 Dec 2020
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The last thing Jisung thought would threaten his life was a job offer and a crown prince.
He'd think alcohol poisoning would get to him first, or the menace of Goguryeo guards at his heels. But here he was, at the mercy of the crown prince of Baekje with one job for him and Hwang Hyunjin- unless they choose death.Find, protect, and humor the supposed crown prince, his older brother: Lee Minho.
And he thought it'd be easy. How hard was it to protect someone?
However, he didn't think he'd be the one he's protecting the future king from.
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Disclaimer! I apologize for any historical errors I have made in this story, I have tried my best to research as much as I could, however, only limited to Google and K-Dramas, I can't get far with Korea's history. But we're here to have fun, we're here for Minsung uwu.
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- Part 1 of Three Kingdoms AU
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Minho was miserable, and Chan knew that. But, he didn’t talk and didn’t give the appearance of someone who would want to talk, so Chan never brought it up. Minho showed up to work every day and did well, smiling bleakly at the other boys’ jokes and teasing, and doing exceptionally well at his job. Chan had no idea what the boy’s life was like outside of work, and he had no right to even wonder about it.
But … Minho often locked eyes with Chan across the restaurant and the world could be burning around them, but there were libraries of words in Minho’s eyes and Chan was starving for them. It felt like Minho was dying to communicate but never actually taking that step … always looking away first or managing to move away quicker so they never bumped into one another. It left Chan feeling empty, panicked … a stranger feeling he’d never felt.
What the hell was going on with him?
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21 Mar 2026
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Minho slowly sat up, leaning his head back on the headrest, his hair falling away from his face, but his eyes still closed. He let his arms fall and his hands rested in his lap … he was exhausted. He’d driven the first three hours so Jisung could sleep, and then they’d swapped at the rest stop. Jisung felt a pang of guilt. He had slept fine, and now he was interrupting Minho’s turn to sleep. How fucking selfish.
“It’s nothing, Hyung, I promise … go back to sleep, I’m fine …” he rambled, terrified of a grumpy Minho the rest of the drive.
“Honey …” Minho sighed. His eyes still closed, he lightly placed his hand on Jiusng’s knee, a feather-light touch that sent both shivers and pain through Jisung, and his guilt spiked higher.
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18 Mar 2026
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Homesick for Arms that have Never Held Me by HumbleWoodCarver
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
26 Nov 2024
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It was just past 9 pm when Minho’s key jingled in the door and Chan felt some of his anxiety release into the night air. Whatever big, mean, and scary monster he was about to face was easier to face with Minho there. Everything was easier with Minho there.
He didn’t look up when the other boy silently toed his shoes off and hung up his bag by the door. He could feel Minho’s eyes on him, but couldn’t bring himself to say anything yet, still too scared to give it a name, to voice his concerns out loud. If he said these things … they became a real, live monster, a being he then had to wrestle with. He wanted it to stay in his head for a little longer. Please … just a little longer.
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18 Mar 2026