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summary: Minha loves her daughter more than anything else in the world. Yongsun is the light of her life, pure and radiant sunshine that beams and brightens her darkest days. Every moment with her feels like a gift. Miraculous. Perfect. She’s everything Minha could have ever wished for.

This is the kind of love she keeps in her life. The familial kind: the one she feels for her parents, her daughter, her cats, her friends. This is her family, oddly-shaped but hers nonetheless. She hasn’t felt a heart-racing, passionate, unyielding love in years. Honestly, she hasn’t wanted one. What good would romance do her? Why make her peaceful life complicated?

Or: the story of a single mom, her daughter, and someone from her past, making himself present.

posted: may 3, 2026

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Yongsun bounds to the front gate, Minha trailing a few steps behind her as she runs ahead. Her mother lets her unlock it; Yongsun's tiny fingers can finally reach the latch and she's eager to utilize the skill. Minha makes sure to be on standby in case the swinging gate manages to knock into her excitable little girl. 

Luckily it doesn't, so Yongsun gets to cheerfully greet their visitor, "Hello, Mister Channie! You're back again!"

summary: Seungmin and Minho are roommates. Minho cooks, Seungmin eats, and that's all there is to it. (Unless...?)

pairing: 2min (seungmin/lee know)

posted: march 24, 2026

written for sillyfest🎪❤️

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"Sit," Minho says. Seungmin does as told. Minho dons an oven mitt, using it to lift the pot's lid, and asks, "Did you know chickens are the closest species alive to dinosaurs?" Huh. "I didn't know," Seungmin replies. "Is that common knowledge?" "Probably not." "You like chickens that much?" "Dinosaurs," Minho clarifies. He grabs a bowl and a ladle. Scoops out a spoonful and a half of whatever's in the pot, handing it to Seungmin. "Shame we can't eat them."

summary: Minha loves her daughter more than anything else in the world. Yongsun is the light of her life, pure and radiant sunshine that beams and brightens her darkest days. Every moment with her feels like a gift. Miraculous. Perfect. She’s everything Minha could have ever wished for.

This is the kind of love she keeps in her life. The familial kind: the one she feels for her parents, her daughter, her cats, her friends. This is her family, oddly-shaped but hers nonetheless. She hasn’t felt a heart-racing, passionate, unyielding love in years. Honestly, she hasn’t wanted one. What good would romance do her? Why make her peaceful life complicated?

Or: the story of a single mom, her daughter, and someone from her past, making himself present.

posted: february 7, 2026

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Back hunched and eyes peeled, Minha is scanning the floor for her shorts when Chan's voice breaks her concentration. 

"Hey, um. Can we talk?"

BACK AGAIN!!! and improved this year because i started in the beginning of december vs the last week of it lmao. i have fought through hand cramps & so many papercuts, and the end results are lovely! i hope to have done the fics justice as i love them very much 🩷 the following fics are various ratings, with most of them mature/explicit!

original thread posted on twitter :)

summary: After years without contact, Changbin reunites with his former colleagues and rekindles the friendships he thought were long smoldered. Little did he know someone was always behind him, fanning the flames.

pairing: seungbin (seungmin/changbin)

posted: november 7, 2025

written for slickfest & inspired by my omega seungmin bingo card ❤️

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Changbin is sweating. Droplets down his neck, a flush beneath his collar. An unfamiliar scent clings to his sweater, cloying to the point he's wrinkling his nose, tugging it away from his body to give himself reprieve. Savory, oily, too fragrant for his tastes– "Yah. Whose bright idea was it to do hot pot? I stink!"

summary: Minha loves her daughter more than anything else in the world. Yongsun is the light of her life, pure and radiant sunshine that beams and brightens her darkest days. Every moment with her feels like a gift. Miraculous. Perfect. She’s everything Minha could have ever wished for.

This is the kind of love she keeps in her life. The familial kind: the one she feels for her parents, her daughter, her cats, her friends. This is her family, oddly-shaped but hers nonetheless. She hasn’t felt a heart-racing, passionate, unyielding love in years. Honestly, she hasn’t wanted one. What good would romance do her? Why make her peaceful life complicated?

Or: the story of a single mom, her daughter, and someone from her past, making himself present.

posted: november 30, 2025

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Minha lets herself and Yongsun into her parents' house. There's a new passcode lock. Her parents had chosen their granddaughter's birthday as the code, thinking themselves clever. It just goes to show how much they adore the little girl, and how few numerical combinations are memorable to them. Although, she'd had to remind them that four zeroes, despite how easy they are to recall, are not the safest sequence for locking the home.

Today Minha has the day off; the café is closed temporarily because some of the cats are headed to the vet for their check-ups. The owner – an old cat lady who Minha aspires to be – is transporting them, and said that it would be much easier to give everyone the day off rather than work without the joy of toe-beans and tails present. Her words, not Minha's, though Minha agrees wholeheartedly. 

summary: Working full-time at a flower shop isn't exactly where Jisung had imagined he'd be as an adult, but that doesn't mean he isn't happy. He has fun with his friends, he gets to joke around with customers, and he gets to breathe in the fresh air and flowers almost every day. How could he be anything less than happy? He's never had aspirations for greatness in the conventional sense, but he's had a dream. A dream he knows he'll achieve one day – with some help, of course.

This is how the story goes: Jisung wants a tattoo. Hyunjin tattoos him. Somewhere in between, they fall in love.

pairing: hyunsung (han/hyunjin)

posted: november 2, 2025

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Hyunjin's ears are cold. His scarf does nothing to protect them, but he refuses to wear a hat, too stubborn to change his mindset. The whole point of his haircut is to accentuate the shape of his head, so he's put away head coverings for the season, despite winter still keeping the chill in the air. It's all in the name of fashion.  He regrets his spontaneity a little, in this moment, during his trek from his car to the studio. The weatherman called for the negatives today, and it feels like his bones are quivering from the harsh windchill. His coat and scarf can only do so much. 

summary: Minha loves her daughter more than anything else in the world. Yongsun is the light of her life, pure and radiant sunshine that beams and brightens her darkest days. Every moment with her feels like a gift. Miraculous. Perfect. She’s everything Minha could have ever wished for.

This is the kind of love she keeps in her life. The familial kind: the one she feels for her parents, her daughter, her cats, her friends. This is her family, oddly-shaped but hers nonetheless. She hasn’t felt a heart-racing, passionate, unyielding love in years. Honestly, she hasn’t wanted one. What good would romance do her? Why make her peaceful life complicated?

Or: the story of a single mom, her daughter, and someone from her past, making himself present.

posted: october 5, 2025

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These past few weeks have been treating Minha well. Even though the end of the semester is closing in, her professors haven't been assigning anything outrageous. Online discussion questions, final reports, showcases. Not exactly easy, but manageable, especially since most of them she's known about since the start of the semester. Nothing she's losing sleep over; she's been getting her full eight hours a night. 

Graduation feels far, but she knows it'll creep up on her. Despite that, she's not worried. She plans to take a few months off after anyway to relax a little, maybe take a trip. Develop her resume, put in applications. She hasn't decided where, exactly, just yet. Working in a restaurant had been the original plan, but she's not sure right now. A dance career could still be in the cards. Well, more like the option has been added in to bump the deck to a nonsensical fifty-three. A small, slim chance of it. 

If she's going to let herself hope in something, let it be something like that.

summary: Chan has the perfect proposal planned. Photographer, set. Music, good to go. He just needs the weekend to arrive, and he'll finally be able to pop the question to the love of his life. Seungmin doesn't even suspect a thing! All Chan has left to do is get down on one knee, and–

Hold on. Where's the ring?

written for seungchan fest round 2 !!!!

pairing: seungchan (seungmin/bang chan)

rating: G

posted: june 25, 2025

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Late nights at the studio keep Chan from returning home at a reasonable time. He loves his work, he really does, but he loves his boyfriend more. In an ideal world, he'd spend all day with Seungmin, cuddled on the couch and eating takeout until they passed out. Work is a necessary nuisance, however, because it's what gives him a source of income. 

Well, Seungmin will periodically give him odd amounts of money, claiming he's pitching in with the rent. It's a... nice gesture, but Chan can't really do much with ₩100 coins. Seungmin knows that, smirking whenever he drops them into his palm. Chan keeps the change in an electronic, puppy-shaped bank that barks with every deposit for safekeeping. 

summary: Chan, the human, and Seungmin, his dog, switching things up.

written for seungchan fest round 2 !!!!

pairing: seungchan (seungmin/bang chan)

rating: NC-17

posted: june 26, 2025

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Chan belongs to him. And if this is how Seungmin feels every day, wearing his collar, this declaration of ownership sitting between his collarbones, then Chan can understand why Seungmin has a hard time being separated. Being owned means he doesn't want to leave Seungmin's side. It means he doesn't want Seungmin to stray from his sight, or step out the door to where he can't protect him. Good thing Seungmin is working from home.

summary: Working full-time at a flower shop isn't exactly where Jisung had imagined he'd be as an adult, but that doesn't mean he isn't happy. He has fun with his friends, he gets to joke around with customers, and he gets to breathe in the fresh air and flowers almost every day. How could he be anything less than happy? He's never had aspirations for greatness in the conventional sense, but he's had a dream. A dream he knows he'll achieve one day – with some help, of course.

This is how the story goes: Jisung wants a tattoo. Hyunjin tattoos him. Somewhere in between, they fall in love.

pairing: hyunsung (han/hyunjin)

posted: july 4, 2025

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The giggle that Hyunjin lets out is music to his ears, light as a leaf on the breeze. The smile that spreads across his handsome rivals the radiance from a field of sunflowers, the warmth of a basket of kittens. Oh, Jisung is so smitten. His heart is gone. This was bound to happen. Hyunjin is an amazingly attractive artist, and Jisung is just a man. Easily lovestruck, with a tendency to pour his feelings onto the page.

summary: Working full-time at a flower shop isn't exactly where Jisung had imagined he'd be as an adult, but that doesn't mean he isn't happy. He has fun with his friends, he gets to joke around with customers, and he gets to breathe in the fresh air and flowers almost every day. How could he be anything less than happy? He's never had aspirations for greatness in the conventional sense, but he's had a dream. A dream he knows he'll achieve one day – with some help, of course.

This is how the story goes: Jisung wants a tattoo. Hyunjin tattoos him. Somewhere in between, they fall in love.

pairing: hyunsung (han/hyunjin)

posted: april 28, 2025

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Romance. Love. Hyunjin hasn't found it yet, but he wants to. He could. "Hyunjin, babe," Changbin calls, speaking in a soft voice. "Let's be real for a second. Do you think this guy's gonna come back?" "I don't know," he mumbles. "Would you want him to?" Chris asks, just as gently. The greatest sigh of the day leaves Hyunjin's lungs, a physical push of air that deflates him further. "Well. That isn't a no."

summary: Minha loves her daughter more than anything else in the world. Yongsun is the light of her life, pure and radiant sunshine that beams and brightens her darkest days. Every moment with her feels like a gift. Miraculous. Perfect. She’s everything Minha could have ever wished for.

This is the kind of love she keeps in her life. The familial kind: the one she feels for her parents, her daughter, her cats, her friends. This is her family, oddly-shaped but hers nonetheless. She hasn’t felt a heart-racing, passionate, unyielding love in years. Honestly, she hasn’t wanted one. What good would romance do her? Why make her peaceful life complicated?

Or: the story of a single mom, her daughter, and someone from her past, making himself present.

posted: march 23, 2025

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Going to the store for groceries is a weekly chore. Minha changes the day she goes depending on what she needs to buy. If she needs a lot of items, she'll try to go on a day where her parents are watching Yongsun. If not, she'll have her daughter tag along with a handwritten list that they can follow together. 

Right now her and Yongsun are shopping for tonight's dinner. Yongsun is, as expected, very vocal. 

"Mommy, can we buy peanuts? Walnuts? Chestnuts? I like peanut butter. Oh, can we make peanut butter?"

summary: Minho helps Seungmin with his… situation.

pairing: 2min (lee know/seungmin)

rating: E

posted: march 15, 2025

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Recording starts today. Too bright, too early. Minho gets dropped off at the company, groggy and sore, in the worst mood imaginable. 

He'd just finished his rut, having been holed up in the newlyweds' dorm for nearly a week. Hyunjin was the one who he'd honed in on for the time. Minho's urge to protect the pack's newly shaven omega had escalated with his rut, and no one was getting between them. He cooked Hyunjin hearty meals between their romps, massaged Hyunjin's sore shoulders whenever he asked. Fed Hyunjin his knot as many times as Minho's libido could allow, knocking books off the shelves every time the bedframe hit the wall.

summary: Working full-time at a flower shop isn't exactly where Jisung had imagined he'd be as an adult, but that doesn't mean he isn't happy. He has fun with his friends, he gets to joke around with customers, and he gets to breathe in the fresh air and flowers almost every day. How could he be anything less than happy? He's never had aspirations for greatness in the conventional sense, but he's had a dream. A dream he knows he'll achieve one day – with some help, of course.

This is how the story goes: Jisung wants a tattoo. Hyunjin tattoos him. Somewhere in between, they fall in love.

pairing: hyunsung (han/hyunjin)

posted: march 9, 2025

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Hyunjin looks intimidating at first glance, a hard-to-approach, devastatingly handsome sort of type, but when he smiles, all his features going soft, Jisung thinks he's seen an angel.

"Hiya. I hear you want a tattoo?"

Jisung swallows. He feels a little like a toddler, nervously looking up at the man with large, expectant eyes. "Yes, please."