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( RECENT ) Two Truths, One Lie. — Lee Minho

it’s almost instinct to him, brushing off any compliments, acting irritated the moment another comes up to “interrupt” his work with a question. That facade doesn’t exclude you.

and yet, when presentations come around, he’s the first person to be glaring holes into the heads of anyone even whispering the moment that you start presenting.

seungmin has a subtle, almost secretive way of doing things. subtle when you take off work for a day and he notices it before any other, subtle when a junior employee writes your coffee order wrong that he corrects with a lifted brow and a wave of his hand.

subtle when at meetings and his eyes are only focused on you in front of him—magnetically drawn to the mindless manner in which you adjust you hair or brush off your clothing.

when you go on sick leave and an anonymous get-well-soon basket is placed on your front door after he had asked one of your work friends for you address.

that was, after using a ‘I’m delivering paperwork’ excuse.

cough syrup, lozenges, and bath scents for congestion litter the organized basket. a bit of hand lotion, a packet of easy-to-make soup broths.

and at the very bottom? a tiny note, scribbled in that quick yet concise handwriting you find yourself recognizing.

Don’t take too many vacation days off and don’t be an idiot about your health. It’s important.

below it, written even smaller,

get well soon.

- K.S.M

⋆୨୧˚ gentle but dominant (and gentleman-ly) chris who, without possessiveness or jealousy, establishes himself whenever and wherever he’s with you.

at the grocery store, letting you check off things from the list while he takes to goods from the top shelf without needing a thank you.

always walking on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street. one hand on your back at an event, a dinner. cooking dinner when you’ve had a long day, fixing your shoes at the doorway so it’s easier in the morning.

tracking your period and cooking meals accordingly. more fiber during certain phases, more iron intake or meats.

introducing him to family or friends, his hand extending where he stood by your side, one hand loosely resting on your hip. no pressure, just a reminder that he’s there, present, a grounding touch.

bringing hair pins in his pockets or an extra lip gloss he saw you eyeing before leaving. just in case.

holding your heels—holding you—when your feet hurt too bad while dancing. and if he’s not dancing with you? he’s leaning against the bar, both admiring you and guarding your drink.

hi!!! you definitely can, however i have to inform you i’m terrible at remembering to include it in works — so sorry in advance :’)

I'm going to go back to front and slightly out of order because my phone hates me I'm so sorry in advance 😭

Bruised and battered, scraped and scorned, a connection lies within Stray Kids that sinks deeper than the anchor you planted in a sea of possibilty, a sea of what you thought was something one-sided, a sea you once believed you’d swim alone.

It hurts, it burns, it breaks. You glue yourself together, even when the pieces shatter over and over. Shards draw blood, but a glued glass can still be useful, can still be worthy.

 There’s too many sides to a cube, so most stick to 2D squares. The complexity is shrunk so it’s easier to digest. 

THE ENDING MADE ME SOB LIKE I ACTUALLY CRIED REAL TEARS. IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT AND OMG IM STILL SLIGHTLY TRAMUATIZED BUT IN THE BEST WAY.

this was so beautifully poetic your writing style literally left me in awe.

No, Chris isn’t void of life. Hyunjin doesn’t have a superiority complex, and Jisung certainly isn’t senseless. Seungmin gets nervous ordering coffee and hasn’t participated in illegal activities a day in his life. Felix isn’t in an underground gang, and no one has stolen before. 

I love this because I said so.

When so much of you is battered, you hide, hide in fear that everything will be ripped from your fingertips — that horrid feeling of helplessness; forging grief continuing to wrack you numb.

You describe grief and how people react to grief so well not only verbally but through characterization as well.

Looking into someone’s eyes had never made you feel like you were dying until now. How can a soul carry such heavy heartache? Grieve so tirelessly even the eyes form as a window?

um Jane Austin who?? so beautiful! I literally got inspired just by reading this.

You’ve grown accustomed to accepting good things never last. It’s one of the many things keeping your grip tight on anything you get ahold of.

as somebody who grew up a total loner with little to no freinds during half of my highschool career I understand this to my core. I get so scared that any of my freinds are going to leave me so I cling to them like a madman.

It’s hard to recall when the gears really began turning. Breaking from rusty shackles to rotate seamlessly.

such a stunning way to transition between time. idk it just stood out to me.

Minho is the small things, you configure.

He’s fixing the bulletin when a paper fell off and picking up Changbin’s Snorlax plushie when he almost forgets it. He’s reminding you to text him when you get home “just because”. He’s the little things nobodies notices, little things that show he cares. 

that actually made me stop because it felt like you had verbalized exactly how I felt about minho but could never express.

He’s a kid who never really got the chance to grow up. The one who was constantly told he’s so mature for his age, a phrase that eventually melded so far into his brain it became second nature, gum stuck to his shoe.

 Because the kid that was so mature for his age was never asked if he needed help or if he was okay, everyone simply assumed. Even when the world came crashing down, Felix was fine. Just fine. 

you characterize so well idk how to describe it but like. yes. this entire thing left me in shambles because me core but also felix core but also why are you so damn good at writing core. (that made no sense I'm sorry I may be slightly sleep deprived)

So many stars, in fact, that they couldn’t possibly all fit, spreading to his face instead. Down his arms, his chest. Till all of a sudden the entire galaxy found its home in the boy standing in front of you.

the imagery here really stood out to me. you worded everything so smoothly and poetically I was gobsmacked. you truly are talented

Changbin is his brother now, and no blood needs to prove that. Because in times you don’t have that family, that connection, you make it yourself.

I did actually sob. sobbed like a damn baby. I really want a friendship like stray kids.

Art, in its most frustrating, brutally painful form, allows Hyunjin to understand. Himself, his wishes, life, despair. It’s his actor. An ideal perspective responsible for clearing his conscious, a contact lense to the eyes he hadn’t realized were blurry, half-open.

Um hello?! that has to be the single most accurate description of art I've hear. I fear this single paragraph is art and needs to be hung in a mesusum

Honestly, if I could put every single scene in here I would. Your fic changed me, and if I could read it for the first time again I would. You truly are talented and I hope you never stop writing.

I love you and I hope you have a wonderful day 😘🫰🏻

it has been almost a year and i have taken an ungodly long time to answer this and i am so so so so sooo sorry :( so sorry oh my gosh

this is the kind of asks that keep me writing, so thank you a million for not only your preciousness, but just your support as well!!

i remember writing this during a very emotional, reminiscent part of my life as i looked back at how long i’ve loved stray kids. i’m so glad i was able to correctly express that and how i see them as not only eight extremely talented individuals, but a family that has been established for almost what, nine years now?

also i always find myself looking forward to your asks whenever i see your username :)) you’re such a ray of light and i hope together we can write for much, much longer!!