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"Tell me, Sungie, do you want a pretty girlfriend one day? Someone to take home to your mum? Because right now you reek of prude, and I can help you with that…..I could teach you"
Jisung is sure he must have misheard it. He had to have, right? Yet Minho doesn't laugh it off, he doesn't hit Jisung's shoulder and exclaim 'Ha! Gottcha!' - he just stands there, looking at Jisung with his stupid pretty head tilted, waiting.
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Straight A student Han Jisung agrees to tutor untouchable local delinquent Lee Minho in hopes of securing extra credit - but ends up with a whole lot more then he ever signed up for when Jisung finds himself falling for the broken boy hiding behind a facade of cigarette smoke and cruel words.
It's a messy thing; to fall in love when you're far from ready for it.
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Upon losing an integral member of their nationally-renowned dance troupe mere weeks before they’re set to perform on their biggest stage to date, Stray Kids venture out to recruit a remedial member to fill the gap. Just as their efforts seem to have been exercised in vain, a miracle falls straight into their laps in the form of Lee Minho, an enigmatic dancer whose apparent fascination with the troupe’s most notoriously introverted member, Han Jisung, very quickly proves to be both a blessing and a curse to the group dynamic. It was Jisung who’d invited Minho into their circle, after all, but it takes him no time at all to begin worrying that his ‘miracle dancer’ might just be the catalyst for the downfall of not only himself, but Stray Kids as well.
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lyrics of an improvised love song by orphan_account for melodics
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
20 Jul 2019
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Minho is behind the counter, taking orders and misspelling names. Since it’s a university, the coffee shop is fairly full, with a constant background noise of people talking.
Then, out of nowhere, the talking stops, and the thing happens, one of those moments where everybody just collectively decides to fall silent, but one unfortunate soul doesn’t get the memo. In specific, a guy with brown hair and a blue t-shirt sighs into the dead quiet, “Dammit, somebody date me.”
There’s a second where the guy doesn’t realize anything is wrong, but then his expression freezes, and he shrinks down in his seat. Minho is amused, embarrassed on his behalf, all normal reactions. And then the impulse kicks in, the urge to pick the most idiotic and unconventional choice just because he can.
“Okay,” Minho replies, and everybody in the room looks at him. “I will.”
[It isn't fake, but it isn't real, either. Until suddenly, it is.]