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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.
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 :)
with a love so hard and filled with defeat by myshipshurtme – hyunin, M
Jeongin had never thought too hard about the future. He was still too young for that. It was too far away, too overwhelming. He knew his dad wanted him to be a priest, and he thought he could enjoy that. But he’d never felt true excitement about things to come before now. About growing up.
He reached for Hyunjin’s hand. Hyunjin’s smile grew brighter. It could have lit up the country.
And Jeongin suddenly found himself wishing he could draw. To hold onto this. Since he couldn’t, he’d just make it his mission to put that expression on Hyunjin’s face as often as he could manage.
love made me crazy (series) by byeolmh – 2min, E
BunnyBoy98: what are you watching tonight?
puppypitch22: haven’t decided yet
BunnyBoy98: is it gonna be me hahahaha :D
puppypitch22: yes hyung. it’s always you
Iconoclasm by coley_merrin – minchan, E
“Alpha.”
It was not like the hug before, like he was coming out of his skin. Yes, he still felt like that in some ways, or even in many ways, but it wasn’t that. Minho’s scent seemed to envelop him, and Chan breathed him in as Minho’s hands rose, cupping against Chan’s neck and jaw, holding him still. The slightly damp touch of Minho’s lips against his flushed cheek nearly sent shivers through him. He yearned into it, and Minho did not stop. He kissed over Chan’s face, carefully, methodically almost, as though he did not want to miss even a single bit of skin. A kiss, at the tender corner of his mouth, had him jolting. Minho’s head moved before Chan’s could turn and seek him out.
“Minho,” he said. Half wonder. All plea.
you and i, we're alive by unexploreduniverse – minchan, E
“I . . . I heard your song.”
Chan doesn’t move. “Okay.”
“The newest one.”
“Yeah?”
Minho falters. “Is it—not about me?” Maybe he’s not the only person with whom Chan had a life-changing relationship in his youth. It seems strange to do that more than once, but whatever.
But then Chan says, “No, it is.” He finally looks up, his brows furrowed in confusion. “But so are the others.”
haneul by rosepriv – seungbin, M
Seungmin’s key code is a series of random numbers Changbin knows Seungmin chose as a PIN when he was thirteen and has clung to ever since. They’re tied to nothing, meaningless to everyone except Seo Changbin, because when he sees them, he imagines thirteen-year-old Seungmin choosing his PIN on his first debit card. Fifteen-year-old Seungmin getting his first iPhone and setting them as the passcode. Twenty-four-year-old Seungmin sharing his door code with Changbin for the first time, a shy but pleased smile on his face.
Changbin braces himself to be slammed with more memories the second he opens the door. He quickly learns poignant moments of reflection are near impossible when tiny, excitable dogs are involved.
come right on me (i mean, camaraderie!) by showmeIove – hyunin, E
[Jeongin] hooks a finger on his collar again, fanning himself with his other hand. Hyunjin’s lips quirk, terribly endeared, and a giggle escapes him. The more they talk, the more the made-up image of Jeongin dissipates to make room for the real him, vastly different in every sense. A bit shy, but still honest— much better than the version Hyunjin was originally told about.
He leans on his elbows and props his chin on his palms, grinning like a fool. “So you do like me.”
“Of course,” Jeongin says, gesturing to his steadily pink face. “I have eyes.”
Landing on a soft spot by nyongie – minchan, T
The feeling of something rough, almost scratchy repeatedly against his face isn’t exactly the best thing to wake up to. For the second time today. He recognizes it, in fact. It makes him smile in his sleep. Still, he wrinkles his nose, groaning sleepily and frowning. Reflexively, he tightens his arms, which sink into something warm and fuzzy. Then, Minho’s voice from above (or so it seems to him).
“Soonie, stop licking him. How many times are you going to wash him? You think I can’t offer him to use the shower?”
A meow, loud and protesting. So close to Chan’s ear he jolts a bit, finally starting to open his eyes.
“There, look. You woke him up.”
Another meow. Long, accusatory.
Minho gasps. “Me?”
A further meow.
white lies by flying_dream – jilix, M
Jisung bites his bottom lip, eyeing him uncertainly. A solid minute must pass like this before Felix decides to move. He places the ice cream box onto the lid of the deep freezer and steps closer to Jisung, all the way until they’re toe to toe and his hands are on Jisung’s shoulders. He can feel how cold they are even through his t-shirt.
“Would it help if I was the one to kiss you?” he asks. His voice is a low rumble yet so gentle that Jisung can all but feel the tension in his limbs sloughing off him at the sound.
“I think so.”
“Okay,” Felix says. Still low. Still gentle.
your paw in mine by gorgonforhire – minjeong, E
“Come here.”
Jeongin obeys. He lifts his chin, baring his pretty neck. Minho’s hands don’t shake as he lifts the collar and winds it around his neck. It’s long enough. It fits perfectly. Looks lovely against his skin. Minho doesn’t buckle it, just holds it in place, his fingertips against the warm, steady pulse of Jeongin’s heartbeat.
“Your ears are red,” Jeongin whispers.
Minho looks up from the collar. Jeongin is smiling again, dimply and mischievous.
a match well-made by ohhennyhenny – minchan, E
"If you don't want to discuss your marriage business, and I don't want to discuss whatever it is you think I want to, then where does that leave us?"
Chan shrugs. The motion should be improper, but on him, it is graceful. "We can sit here in silence. Enjoy each other's company."
"Isn't there a better use of your time, my lord?"
"It is not a waste when it's with you."
the shadows grow ever longer by inkin_brushes – minjeong, chanlix, seungbin, hyunsung, E
Seungmin had moved to the centre of the room, where the sparring ring was marked on the ground in black lines. He took up a position: Imperium starting position number 26, left foot slightly back, free arm crossed over his chest in a salute to his opponent. He, once again, stood like he knew what he was doing, and gave the illusion of someone used to playing entirely by the book. Here on Selene I, they learned all the Imperium positions, but there were many of their own, too, their traditions stretching back through the centuries. Such things made playing by the book possibly a dangerous venture.
Changbin took up the same position, his own textbook perfect after all the times he’d had his ankle smacked by a training sword until he was precisely in place. “To first blood?” he asked, and then added, smiling, “Metaphorically, of course.”
“To the death,” Seungmin said. His own smile was utterly without humour. “Metaphorically, of course.”
Chase the Rabbit by Kerameikon – minjeong, M
Minho chuckles, “I could take you shopping. Make a day of it. Treat you to lunch, then massage your poor sore feet when we get home.”
“Hmm. That sounds like it might appease me,” Jeongin says, tilting his head with a smirk as he glances at Minho.
“Might?” Minho’s expression is representative of anyone who has ever been horribly offended. Jeongin knows it for the sham it is. Minho’s eyes narrow. “What more do you think you deserve?”
Jeongin tips his nose into the air, lofty and proud. He quips, without quibble, “The world and everything in it.”
Wild World by pietrotheclown – binchan, E
Composed of stuffed horns and layers of scalloped fleece and a tiny, tie-dyed T-shirt, Dom was a birthday gift. So was the pale pink DS on the nightstand, purchased in near-mint condition from one of Chan’s colleagues after the email incident, and a copy of Animal Crossing: Wild World.
After unearthing everything from several handfuls of balloon-printed tissue paper, Changbin smiled at Chan as if Chan had coded the game himself and toted Dom around the rest of the night, unrelenting in his adoration. He’d wanted to play the game too as soon as everyone else trickled out. And slumped against his shoulder, Chan watched Changbin’s new character sprint up and down a vaguely curving valley until he was on the cusp of nodding off. Until Changbin saved the file and turned the game off and wondered, “Can I have one more birthday gift?” Until his fingers wandered beneath the hem of Chan’s shorts and he added, “Let me get you ready this time.”
sweet & sour by mortals – minsung, G
“I’m scared,” Jisung says, quietly. Minho can feel his tremble through their joined arms.
He digs deep. There’s not very far to go, because he’s very small, and made mostly of gelatin and glucose syrup. But he tries his best.
“I’ve got you, Jisungie,” he says, firmly. He carefully waves their joined paws to remind Jisung of this, even as his own body trembles, just a little.
Jisung looks at him gratefully. “Thanks, Minho,” he says, sounding a bit less frightened. And that makes Minho feel even braver.
miraculous, the luckiest! by butterbeefic – minchan, T
Minho squints at him. Tilts his head to the left. Then to the right. He'd been blushing, before, clearly a bit shy about wearing such a fitted costume, especially since Chan hadn't done the same. But now he stands tall, legs steady and a hand on his hips.
"Bang Christopher Chan. I have spent two weeks getting this costume together. Hyunjin and Felix had to coat my body in baby powder to get in here. All because you wanted to do a couples costume and wasn't clear on the difference between a bug and a superhero. Are you really asking why?"
safelight by TH1RDEYE – 2minsung, E
“Jisungie doesn’t shut up about you,” Minho interrupts conversationally, slinging an arm around Jisung’s shoulders and tugging him into his side. They fit together exactly the way Seungmin imagined they would. “How cute you are. How bad he wants you to come on a trip with us. Did you know sometimes before he comes in to visit you he sits in the coffee shop to take photos of you like a little creep?”
“Hyung!” Jisung gasps, slapping his chest weakly. “It’s not like that, Seungmin, it’s just- I like- I like to take photos of pretty things.” His voice is almost a whisper by the end of it, like he’s just as embarrassed as Seungmin, who cannot believe his ears. He’s hot all over, numb in his fingers, and he can hear himself breathing like’s winded.
all fall down by corlunii – minchan. E
Minho paints apologies across his skin for having to spend a second without Minho this close to him, tongue pressing into the contours of his neck, murmuring I know in harmony with Chan’s whining while Chan clings weakly to his shirt. He nips the skin there, selfishly, though Chan doesn’t seem to be too opposed. Minho sighs, dragging tongue and then teeth over the dip of his collarbone like he can rip a layer away and reach fruit flesh.
He’s mouthing just under the corner of Chan’s jaw, heartbeat pounding against his lips, when he realizes what the fuck he’s doing.
fragile teeth by mochibbh – 2min, E
Nights consist of this, sometimes: Minho rolling back and forth around in his sorry excuse for a nest as he tries and fails to get comfortable. It’s really just a bed with some plushies and a few hoodies thrown around haphazardly. Whenever Minho can’t settle into a suitable position to fall asleep, he thinks of the last time he saw Seungmin’s nest, when Seungmin burnt his wrist. Every piece of the nest looked like it had a place, cultivated to bring forth the utmost comfort. Meticulous in the way Seungmin is about everything else, yet filled with personality.
Minho could use that right now. Instead, he presses his wings tightly to his back and imagines it’s the warmth of a nest-mate.
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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.
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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?"
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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."