#minsung fic

[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Ten: Praise - Minho/Jisung

Tags: Power imbalance, top!Minho, bottom!Jisung, boss!Minho, secretary!Jisung, anal, office sex, semi-public sex, light dom/sub

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It all started with two words. 

Good boy. 

Jisung was in the office when it happened. Minho, whom Jisung was the secretary of, asked him if he could grab him one of his files on his way out, and when Jisung did, Minho had locked eyes with him and said it.

They echoed in Jisung’s head all day, making him dizzy every time he thought of them. Minho’s voice, so soft, so sweet. Had he known what he was doing to Jisung? 

Jisung didn’t think so. At least, not at first. He was his boss after all. He certainly wouldn’t make a move on him, no matter how much Jisung longed for him to. Jisung was just a pervert and Minho didn’t like him like that. Right?

But then Minho said it again. 

Jisung was staying late in the office because he desperately wanted to get ahead on his work. Minho honestly didn’t give him as much work as some other people gave their secretaries and sometimes Jisung felt he got off easy, but there was still a lot to do. And honestly he wanted to please Minho. Minho had a lot of work to do too, and if Jisung could lighten the burden on his shoulders even a bit he would.

When he finished with all the work for the night, he headed to Minho’s office with a stack of papers in hand and a tired but satisfied smile on his face. 

“I’ve finished all the reports for this week, Mr. Lee,” he said as he entered the office. “I also scheduled out your calendar through the third. And I have a draft of your outline for the committee meeting.” 

Jisung reveled in the way Minho’s tired features lit up as listed off the things he had accomplished. He did well. 

“All that extra work?” Minho asked rhetorically, tilting his head. “Good boy, Jisung-ah. I’m impressed. You’ve been doing such a good job lately.” 

Jisung really had to be tired, judging by the way he was entirely unable to suppress the whimper that came up his throat at Minho’s words. Good boy, good boy, good boy. He was doing good.

“Uh-uhm, thank you, s-sir,” Jisung stuttered, gulping audibly. There was no way Minho hadn’t heard the way he had whimpered at the simple praise. Only two words, and said by his boss no less. Oh, he was doomed. Minho would find out his dirty secrets, how often he fantasized about his boss grabbing his tiny waist and bending him over the desk and fucking him raw. He would know and Jisung would get fired and– 

“Han Jisung.” Minho’s low voice cut into Jisung’s stream of thoughts and he jumped, realizing he had just been standing there. 

“Uh, yes sir?” he asked hesitantly. Minho’s eyes were half lidded as he tilted his head to the side. 

“Did you need something else from me?” he asked. 

Jisung gulped and shook his head. “N-no sir,” he said quickly. 

Minho rose from his seat and clasped his hands behind his back as he walked toward Jisung. Jisung felt a shiver go down his spine at the look Minho was giving him. It was quizzical and curious but there was something else burning in his eyes that made Jisung want to crawl under his desk and hide. 

“Are you sure?” he asked quietly. He was close enough that he could smell Minho’s expensive cologne and he could hear him inhale and exhale softly. Jisung’s throat felt tight and his mouth dry and his heart was racing. 

“I–I don’t know,” he said, now unsure of anything. 

“Do you perhaps want a reward?” Minho asked, reaching forward to brush his fingers over Jisung’s tie. Jisung’s breath caught in his throat as Minho licked his rosebud lips. “For how good you’ve been lately…” Jisung melted further at the praise and his adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. There was no way Minho couldn’t tell how affected he was by the words. 

“I–what kind of reward?” Jisung asked slowly, biting his lip. “I haven’t done anything much…”

Minho’s lips turned up in a smirk. “I think you know what kind,” he said with a hum. “And don’t pretend you haven’t done much. You’ve done nothing but gone above and beyond with work. The best secretary I could ever ask for.” 

Another whimper made its way up Jisung’s throat and he shrank back, his cheeks burning hot, his skin tingling like his limbs had fallen asleep. “Ahh, there it is,” Minho said. His gaze darkened and Jisung felt caged. It was the best feeling in the world. 

“There what is?” he asked dumbly and Minho laughed. 

“Don’t play coy with me, Jisungie. I’ve seen how you react to getting praise from me. I just wanted to test it out. At first I thought I was just projecting…imagining what you wanted because of what I wanted. But now I see I was right.” He gave Jisung a pleased look and Jisung’s world spun. 

“You know?” he asked. “And…you want me?” 

“You don’t even fucking know,” Minho growled and Jisung’s lips parted with a gasp. “So what do you say about that reward? Haven’t you been good enough for it?” 

Jisung felt lightheaded as he nodded. “Yes, yes, I want it, I’ve been good, promise, always work hard for you, just want to please you,” he said, all his admissions spilling out in a waterfall of words. 

“Good. That’s all I needed to hear.” 

Minho’s hand curled around the back of Jisung’s neck and his other hand grabbed his waist firmly before he pulled him into a dizzying kiss. Jisung gasped against his mouth as Minho pulled him closer and tilted his head, slotting their lips together in a deep kiss. There was nothing slow or sweet about the way Minho kissed–it was all passion and it made Jisung’s stomach pulse with jolts of pleasure and his cock twitched in interest. Minho squeezed Jisung’s waist and licked along the seam of Jisung’s lips to taste him. Jisung didn’t even put up a fight, allowing him in without any resistance. His tongue tasted sweet on Jisung’s and he wanted more, so much more. He wrapped his arms around Minho and continued deepening the wet slide of their mouths, kissing as best as he could. He wanted Minho to like it. He was to hear praise even for how he kissed. For how pliant and willing he was, for how good he made Minho feel. 

When Minho pulled away Jisung gasped, panting for air. He had nearly forgotten to breathe through his nose as Minho kissed him, too aroused to focus on anything except for Minho’s breaths mingling with his own and the feeling of his soft lips melting against his. 

“Should’ve known you’d be as good at kissing as you are at everything else,” Minho mused and Jisung preened at the praise. “How do you want your reward, Sungie?” Minho asked and Jisung shuddered. 

“I want–I want–” he didn’t even have to think about what he wanted but he still hesitated for a second before quietly saying, “I want you to fuck me. Over your desk. Please.” 

He saw and felt Minho’s sharp intake of breath and the way his grip on him tightened. “Good job using your words, jagiya. Now be a good boy for me and take off these pants and bend over the desk for me.” 

Jisung was quick to oblige, fumbling with his belt before he tugged his slacks down over the swell of his ass. He was glad the desk was so near because he was too eager to fully take off his pants. He rested his elbows on the desk and arched his back and spread his legs so that his ass and hole were on perfect display for his boss. He felt Minho’s gaze on him and he burned with need. 

“Fuck. So pretty,” Minho groaned, stepping up behind him. He placed his hands on Jisung’s cheeks and spread his fingers over them. He squeezed and spread his cheeks apart and Jisung’s hole fluttered. “You’ve got the prettiest ass I’ve ever seen, fuck, with a face like that I should’ve known.” 

Jisung’s mouth fell open in a wanton moan and pushed his ass further into Minho’s touch. “P-please, Mr. Lee, please fuck me,” he whimpered, his head clouded with a heavy fog of lust. Minho’s hands felt like hot coals on his skin as he rubbed his asscheeks and every squeeze of his fingers sent jolts of pleasure through his stomach. 

“Such a good boy, asking so politely. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get fucked well,” he said sweetly. 

“Ahh–w-wait, do you have anything?” Jisung asked, a little bit of his brain power coming back to him in a brief moment of clarity. Minho tilted his head and then a look of realization came over his face and he nodded. 

“I do. One second, pretty, I have stuff in my bag. Stay there.” He gave Jisung’s ass a pat and then went to shuffle through his bag for a moment until he came back with a small, travel-sized bottle of lube and a condom. The condom he set down on the desk next to Jisung, but the lube he kept in his hand. He placed his free hand on Jisung’s hip and squeezed. “Can you do something for me, Jisung-ah?” he asked. 

“Anything,” Jisung said. He would do anything. He was practically in heaven right now. 

“Reach back and spread yourself apart while I finger you. I want a good view of that pretty hole of yours.”

Jisung gasped and his entire body began to heat up, going red from his face and all the way down. Minho’s request was downright filthy, and the tone he said it in even moreso. But Jisung would do anything to be good, even if he would feel so exposed in the process. The thought of being so exposed sent a thrill up his spine anyway. So he pressed his chest to the desk, his cheek squished on the wood, and reached behind himself to spread his cheeks. He closed his eyes and his hole fluttered around nothing, Minho’s gaze making his stomach twist in tight knots of heat. 

“So fucking perfect, so sexy, Jisung-ah,” Minho groaned. Jisung bit his lip and moaned in the back of his throat. Every word of praise made his insides tingle and his legs weak. “What a pretty little hole.” Jisung keened in response, legs shaking a little. 

Minho proceeded to open the small bottle of lube, pouring the slick substance onto his fingers. Jisung’s whole body jerked when he felt the press of Minho’s fingers against his waiting hole. He didn’t tease, instead pushing in a first finger in one go. Jisung’s hole clenched around him and he moaned. His back arched further so he was pressed against the desk but it allowed Minho to press his finger deeper. “Look at that,” Minho hummed. He rubbed the rim of Jisung’s hole with his thumb as he pumped his other finger in and out. “Practically sucking me in. Looks like your hole is as perfect as your ass.” 

“Hnng p-please sir,” Jisung moaned. “More, please.” 

“Well this is supposed to be your reward.” Minho didn’t hesitate after that to add another finger, pressing two inside Jisung almost as easily as the first. Jisung’s hands on his ass slipped a little at the intrusion and he struggled to hold himself up, shudders wracking his body as Minho began to scissor his fingers. The wet squelch of lube and Minho fucking into Jisung’s hole filled the office and if there were anyone else to walk by, they were almost guaranteed to hear. Thankfully, they were the only ones in there. 

“You take my fingers so well,” Minho praised, pushing in a third after a few moments. Jisung’s only response was a gasp followed by a fucked out ahhh. His hands slipped more and Minho tutted, replacing one of Jisung’s hand with his free one. He bit his lip, unable to resist delivering a squeeze to the soft globe. “You really do have such a perfect ass, holy shit. I’m gonna have to eat you out sometime,” he said. Electricity zipped through Jisung’s veins. 

“Please.” Minho’s words implied that there would be another time. This wasn’t the last time he’d have him. 

Minho fingered him for a few more moments, spreading his fingers as much as Jisung’s twitching hole could take. Jisung was barely coherent when he added his pinky finger, a litany of moans falling from his open mouth while Minho showered praises on him. His eyes were practically crossed, a line of drool running down from the corner of his mouth to the desk. Minho was ruining him and he hadn’t even fucked him yet. Even just his fingers felt better than anything Jisung had ever taken, and his praises were like daggers of arousal in his gut. 

When Minho finally undid his belt and unzipped the fly of his pants, Jisung was a whiny, moaning mess. The wait while he put on the condom was torture. The press of his cock to his hole felt like lightning and the moan he released was practically a shout. “Ohhh fuck,” Minho groaned, eyes closing as Jisung’s hole engulfed his cock. “You feel so fucking good. Feels like you were made for my cock. Look at you.” 

Jisung inhaled shakily. His hands had long since fallen down and he was gripping the edge of the desk now. Minho grabbed Jisung’s trim waist with one hand while he used the other to press down on Jisung’s spine, causing his chest to be pressed firmly against the desk. “You look so fucking gorgeous all fucked out like this. Holy shit.” 

Jisung panted, pupils blown. “P-please, s-sir, Minho, fuck me. Re-reward your good b-boy.” 

Minho let out a sound akin to a growl and his grip on his waist tightened. He pulled his cock all the way out and for a second Jisung thought he decided not to fuck him, but then he slammed back inside of him. The force punched a broken gasp out of Jisung and Minho set an unruly pace, fucking into him like his life depended on it. Jisung’s cock bobbed between his legs, hitting against the desk with a mix of pain and pleasure with every other thrust. 

Minho continued showering him with praises–so pretty, sexy baby, taking my cock so well, such a good boy–and Jisung could only respond with choked moans and whimpers. With every push of Minho’s hips against his ass, Jisung’s cock twitched and he moaned like he was in heat. 

After a moment, Minho changed the angle of his hips to hit directly into Jisung’s prostate and pleasure rolled through his stomach in waves. He clenched around Minho and heard him mutter a string of curse words under his breath. Minho was becoming less coherent as well, words of praise fading off into moans and breathy pants as he fucked Jisung closer to his orgasm. 

Jisung could feel himself getting close, and he made his best attempt to warn Minho. “Guh-gonna, nghh, c-come,” he whimpered, his grip on the desk turning white knuckled. 

Minho sped up his thrusts and reached around him to wrap his hand around his leaking cock. “Alright, pretty boy. Show your boss how pretty you are when you come then.” 

“Oh f-fuck.” With those words and a twist of Minho’s hand, Jisung’s body went rigid and his cock jerked, spilling cum all along his stomach and the side of the desk. Minho didn’t stop fucking him through his orgasm, even as he went limp like a doll in his hold. He just held him up by his waist. 

Minho deepened his thrusts, keeping up his exhausting pace until his hips stuttered and he gave two more slow, deep thrusts, and came inside the condom. Jisung babbled incoherent as Minho pushed his hips flush against his ass, almost like he was fucking his cum deeper inside of him. Maybe someday. 

Quiet breathing filled the office as they both caught their breath and Jisung came back down to earth. Minho waited until he seemed alive enough before pulling out of him and tossing the condom in the trashed. Jisung remained boneless against the desk and Minho let out a little chuckle as he came back to him. “You were so good,” he said softly. Jisung’s eyes fluttered open and he blushed. 

“Thank you. You were–you took good care of me,” Jisung mumbled shyly. Minho smiled and rubbed over his waist. 

“Good. That’s exactly what good boys deserve, hm?” 

“Don’t call me that or I’ll get hard again,” Jisung whined, a pout forming on his lips. 

“Oh no, I definitely wouldn’t want that,” Minho said playfully. Jisung swatted at him weakly. 

He took a few more seconds to regain his strength and then slowly pushed himself up from the desk. Minho helped him steady himself and he mumbled a quiet, “Thanks.” He was holding a few tissues as well and helped Jisung get cleaned up. They would definitely have to disinfect the desk but that was a job for another day. 

“Do you drive here, Jisung-ah?” Minho asked as Jisung gathered up his stuff to leave. Jisung shook his head. 

“No, I take the bus. Why?” he asked, tilting his head. 

“Not tonight,” Minho responded. “I’ll take you home.” 

Jisung’s eyes widened and he quickly shook his head. “No, that's okay! I don’t want to impose, sir–” 

“Shh.” Minho held a finger to Jisung’s lips. “Let me reward my secretary for all his hard work, okay? Wait for me outside while I get my stuff.” 

Jisung nodded meekly. “Okay,” he whispered. He felt a little shy all of the sudden but he couldn’t help the way he practically skipped away from the office once the door was shut, a small smile on his face. 

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober day 10 #minho smut #jisung smut #minsung #minsung smut #minsung fic #skz fic #skz fanfiction #skz smut #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids smut #smut #fanfiction #praise

[chrisbangsbf]

Minho/Jisung

Explicit | 728 words

Tags and Warnings: accidental voyeurism to consensual voyeurism, developing relationship, masturbation

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Minho hadn't meant to catch Jisung masturbating, he really didn't. He was just here to give Hyunjin his sweater back. He truthfully didn't even know the younger boy was even home– thought maybe he'd be at the company with Chan and Changbin. But after hearing soft groans coming from Jisung's room, he decided to check in on him before leaving, just in case something was wrong.

He should have known better.

Everything felt like it happened in a flash. How in the world he went from standing wide eyed in the door with Jisung nearly screaming as he scrambled to cover himself up to sitting on the edge of the bed and watching Jisung touch himself is beyond him. But he takes a second to appreciate that the best possible outcome has chosen to grace him. 

They have been tip-toeing the line of best friends and dating for a long time now, sharing kisses and wishful words in the rare moments of privacy they'd get, but they'd never gotten to this. Nothing besides some heavy petting and naughty texts. Nothing like Jisung shyly spreading his legs to show off the shine between them. 

He's beautifully flushed from head to toe, hair tousled and lips swollen from where he had undoubtedly been biting them. He looks so debauched that Minho has a hard time not pouncing on him right away.

"It's not that I don't want you to fuck me," Jisung pauses, hissing as he squeezes the tip of his cock, "I just want to take things between us a little slower."

"I know– it's okay," Minho reassures him, hesitantly resting a hand on his out-spread knee. He's so warm. "I'm okay with just watching," he adds mischievously, making a show of letting his eyes scan up and down Jisung's naked body, "–if you're okay with that, I mean." 

"Oh," Jisung gasps, twisting his hand in a way that makes a deliciously wet noise. Minho shivers. "That's really fucking hot, actually."

"Then show me how you get off, jagiya."

And fuck, is it a beautiful sight. Jisung continues jerking his cock and pinching at his nipples until his body is shaking, quiet moans making Minho's own cock throb desperately in his pants. All he does is press a palm down over himself to alleviate some pressure, wanting to focus all his attention on the other. But it becomes even harder when he watches Jisung slip a hand between his legs and press a finger to his lube-slick hole.

"Hyung," he whines, adding the slightest bit of pressure.

Minho gulps, without even looking up. "Yeah?"

"Can't wait until this is you," he says, sliding two fingers past his rim at once, lips falling open in pleasure. 

"Fuck, me too, baby. You look so pretty right now," Minho curses. He feels much less embarrassed to be staring so hard when Jisung's eyes start fluttering open and closed, working a third finger inside himself as well.

Either the stretch must feel incredible or his words are affecting Jisung much more than he's letting on, because Minho sees his dick twitch in his palm, precome pearling in his slit. Minho so badly wishes he could lean forward and suck it clean, but it's immediately spread down Jisung's length to make the slide even wetter. He can tell he's close.

"Let me see you come," Minho mutters, eyes half lidded and so so desperate to see Jisung fall apart. It feels like all he needs in life at the moment. "Go on, come for hyung."

Time sort of seems to stand still for a moment when Jisung finally arches off the bed and reaches his high. Eyes screwed shut, he comes with a choked whimper, and Minho watches in awe as his hole clenches, as come drips down his knuckles and pools at the base of his tummy. It's incredible.

When Jisung reopens his eyes, they're heavy and tired and they immediately flick from Minho's flushed ears down to where he's still digging his palm into his crotch. Jisung smirks. He doesn't offer to help, and Minho doesn't ask.

"Maybe next time, you can touch," Jisung pants, reaching out to drag Minho down by the collar of his shirt.

Next time.

Minho blinks down at him. It feels like he's suffocating in the best kind of way. "But?"

"But for now, please kiss me." 

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[protectingstucky]

˗ˏˋ my fave minsung ficsˎˊ˗

untouched 

touch the stars

you've got something on your lips

as long as i can

I keep you in the soft moonlight~

soul unfolds

let the spotlight dim and the night recede

set wide the window

all these ephemeral things

mind in the gutter, heart in your hands

you bring the stars out

Ode to Blue

Cradle me to sweet death

might be love

tonight is for the two of us

Labyrinth, Ending

see / be seen

someone’s maybe

(when i look at you) heaven’s on fire

head, life, heart

#minsung #minsung fic #minsung fanfic #stray kids #han jisung #lee know #han x lee know #stray kids fic #mine

[yeshyung]

NEW FIC ALERT!!!

I'm back again!

Jisung and Minho are not in love.

“You’re looking for a boyfriend,” Minho says dumbly. Jisung gives him a look like he’s said something ridiculous.

"I guess? yeah?"

“I could date you. You could date me.” What the fuck am I saying? Minho thinks.

Jisung searches his face for something. Thinks it over.

“Okay,” he finally relents and Minho lights up. “But - there are rules.”

OR

Minho and Jisung are FWB. When Jisung tries to end things for something more serious, Minho tries to settle down.

Anything but You on AO3

xo

-YH

#minsung fic #skz fic #lee minho #han jisung #lee know #stray kids #minsung #skz

[skz-vla]

How to mend a broken boxer

How to mend a broken boxer

✦ Boxer Lee Minho, Dancer Lee Minho, SO Much Hurt/Comfort, Strangers to Lovers, Insecurities, Han Jisung is a Sweetheart, Making Out, Injuries, Convenience Stores, Falling in Love, Healing

✦ Written for the Minsung Ficathon on Twitter

✦ Finished, 38k

✦ Rated M

#minsung fic #minsung #stray kids fanfiction #skz fanfic #writers on tumblr #How to mend a broken boxer #pls read this #<3 #t: fic update #m: mine #m: my fics

[speedysweetsnut]

Regardless, I love you.

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+(minors dni)

Summary Han Jisung cheats, Lee Minho breaks. They both try to love each other regardless.

Tags :Alpha Lee Minho | Lee Know Omega Han Jisung | Han Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics Alpha/Omega Implied/Referenced Cheating/ Angst Heartbreak / Eventual Happy Ending /Mpreg /Discussion of Abortion/ Implied/Referenced Abortion /Miscarriage /Separation Anxiety /Infidelity/ Past /Flashbacks /Suicidal Thoughts Smut/ Codependency /Not Beta Read/ Implied/Referenced Abuse /Childhood Trauma /Panic Attacks

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[hansomeskz]

Ceilings

Pairing: Minsung

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Jisung spots the most beautiful man he’s ever seen. The rest is history

Jisung has had the worst day.

He finds himself trudging into the coffee shop a few doors down from the hospital after the longest shift he’s ever worked. The sun has just crept over the horizon, but he’s too exhausted to take in its beauty.

His scrubs are stained and he knows he looks like a mess, but all he wants is one cup of coffee to help him survive the drive home.

As he’s waiting in line he takes in his surroundings, trying to find something to keep himself entertained. That’s when he sees him.

Seated by the window sits the most beautiful man Jisung has ever seen, working on his laptop. His raven-black hair falls into his eyes, Jisung really doesn’t even know how he can see the screen past it. His confusion is cleared up when the modelesque man huffs and puffs, angrily brushing the hair out of his eyes.

Jisung just has to say hi.

He leaves his spot in line to approach the table, tapping gently on the surface to get his attention. “I’m so sorry, is this seat taken?” He gestures to the empty seat across from the man. He sizes Jisung up briefly before he offers the blond a soft smile. “No, you can sit.”

“Thanks,” he says as he slides into the chair, returning the smile. “So what can I help you with…?”

“Jisung. My name is Jisung. But my friends call me Han if you’d prefer.” Jisung knows he’s already rambling, nerves taking over in front of somebody he finds so beautiful. “Okay, Jisung. What can I help you with?” The dark-haired man cocks his head to the side slightly, leaning back in his chair.

“This might sound so weird but I just… I saw you when I walked in and knew it would be a mistake if I didn’t at least shoot my shot. Do you think maybe we could talk a bit? Get to know each other?”

As the words leave his mouth, Jisung’s heart sinks. That was maybe the lamest thing he’s ever said. He’s already opening his mouth to apologize and leave when the man across from him responds, his cheeks flushed a brilliant red. “Sure. I’d like that.”

“Really?” Jisung is shocked, eyes blown wide. The man laughs, nodding. “Really. I’m Minho.”

“Jisung.”

“Yeah, I know.” Minho’s eyes sparkle with amusement as he watches Jisung squirm, the blond’s face burning hot with embarrassment. “Oh. Right.”

“Are you a nurse?”

“I am.”

“Tell me about that.” Minho leans forward on his elbow, resting his chin on his hand. After that, the conversation is easy. They talk about music, books, and anything else they can think of.

Jisung discovers that Minho runs a bookstore nearby, and in his free time, he writes poems. They talk about their favourite foods, and the blond is enchanted to hear that not only is Minho a good cook, but he loves to do it too. He wonders if that would pair well with Jisung’s love of baking, but doesn’t say anything for fear of getting ahead of himself.

Their chatter lasts late into the afternoon. The staff has to politely ask them to leave so they can finish closing, and it’s only when Jisung is hitting send on his first text to Minho that he realizes he didn’t even get a coffee.

*

The next few days they text non-stop and Jisung is embarrassed to admit he feels giddy. Each time his phone lights up his heart starts to race. He hopes every time that it’s a text from Minho, and most times he’s completely correct.

Minho

How’s work been?

You’re just getting home, right?

Jisung

just got in! :)

work was ok!!!!!! the shifts are always hectic :’(

how was your day??

are you still at the book store :o

Minho

Yeah, I’m here most days.

But I make the schedule so that’s my fault, haha.

I gave myself this weekend off, though!

So that’ll be nice.

Jisung

all weekend??????

that’s so exciting!!!!!

do you maybe have any plans saturday night??

if you’re not too tired maybe you and i could grab dinner

we don’t have to I just think maybe it would be fun :D

Minho

I’d love to.

I have some errands to run in the morning but I’ll be free by 5?

Jisung

ok!! that sounds good to me :)

where do you want to go?

Minho

You’re so busy with work, let me handle all the planning.

Speaking of, you must be exhausted.

I’ll let you go.

Talk later?

Jisung

i can’t wait :)

Minho

Sleep tight, Jisung. x

*

Jisung is unreasonably excited on Saturday. Minho had texted him a screenshot of their reservation at one of the nicest restaurants in town just the night before. Jisung didn’t sleep after that.

He’s smoothing out his shirt for the hundredth time standing in front of the hallway mirror. His slacks feel too stiff and the button-down is a little too loose, he thinks, but he hopes Minho doesn’t notice.

He stands outside waiting for Minho long before the older boy said he’d be by to pick him up. To pass the time, he watches the dark clouds swirl overhead. It looks like it might rain, but that won’t stop Jisung at all.

As the minutes tick by Jisung’s mind starts to mimic the storm brewing overhead, his thoughts swirling and crowding his mind. What if Minho doesn’t like him? What if this date is disappointing, and it all falls apart?  Jisung doesn’t know if he could bear losing the most exciting part of his days right now.

The clouds in Jisung’s brain dissipate as Minho’s car pulls up in front of him. He slips into the passenger seat, smiling shyly at him. The smile that Minho returns is bright and dazzling.

“You look really nice,” the older boy says, squeezing Jisung’s knee gently before he gets them back on the road. “Oh, thanks… you do too.”

“Thanks, Ji. You know, I haven’t done this in a while.” Minho spares him a glance, the tips of his ears turning red. “So just be patient, okay?”

“It’s been a while for me, too. Nursing can really take up a lot of my time…”

“I bet. Well, I’m glad I got to sneak into your schedule.” The way that Minho sounds so soft and so genuine makes Jisung’s heart race. He smiles nervously and nods. “Yeah, me too.”

When they get to the restaurant, the hostess can’t find their reservation. Jisung can see the stress written all over the older boy’s face, so he intertwines their fingers and leans into his side.

“I don’t mind waiting for a table,” he says quietly. Minho sighs and looks at him. “Are you sure? We can go somewhere else if you don’t want to wait.”

“No, it’s alright. We can wait.” Jisung squeezes his hand gently and smiles up at him. Minho returns it and nods, adding them to the waitlist.

The wait for a table isn’t that long, but neither of them knows what to say. They look in opposite directions, occasionally sparing each other nervous glances when the other mentions something they like about the decor.

Jisung is starting to get anxious again when the hostess takes them to their table. Minho pulls out the blond’s chair for him, causing his face to heat up. “Oh- Uh, thank you.” He sits, clasping his hands in his lap as he stares directly down at this menu.

Minho sits across from him, the two going over the menu in total silence. Jisung thinks he can hear the blood rushing in his ears.

It’s not until the waiter has taken their orders that the silence becomes unbearable and Jisung blurts out the first thing he can think of. “It looks like it’s going to rain, doesn’t it?”

Minho’s eyes go wide briefly before he looks outside. “Yeah. I guess so.”

The silence returns soon after that.

Jisung can’t take it. His clothes are uncomfortable, the restaurant is much stuffier than he expected, and he feels kind of like his head is going to explode. “I’m just going to run to the bathroom,” he says, pushing his chair out and stalking off before Minho can say anything.

He texts his best friend Felix the second he makes it out of Minho’s sight.

Jisung

it’s a disaster!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

neither of us know what to say and i hate this restaurant!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Felix

do u need me to call and say i died????

i can do it

Jisung

no im gonna tough it out like a big boy i just need you to know that im suffering :(

Felix

text me the safe word if u need an escape plan i can be crashing through the restaurant window in 15

Jisung

i dont know what i would do without u wow what a hero

ok im going back wish me luck

Felix

god gives his toughest battles to his sexiest soldiers hannie

Jisung takes a deep breath before making his way back out to Minho. When he gets to the table, he sees two to-go boxes sitting in front of the dark-haired boy.

His heart sinks. Of course Minho took the time to find them an out, but Jisung’s disappointed they didn’t get the chance to fix their date. Minho, though, smiles up at the younger boy as he approaches.

“I had an idea if you’ll indulge me.” He stands, picking up the containers. Jisung tilts his head slightly. “What’s the idea?”

“Why don’t you just come with me and find out?” The playful sparkle in Minho’s eyes makes Jisung’s heart skip a beat. “Yeah, okay. I’m in.”

“Great.” He takes Jisung’s hand in his own, pulling him back out to the car.

It’s not long before the two of them find themselves next to the Han River. They watch as it moves with purpose. Like something important is happening today.

Minho has lain out his suit jacket for them to sit on. They sit with their thighs pressed against each other to try and make sure neither ends up sitting in mud.

“I’m sorry the restaurant was a bust. My friends said it was great there, but it doesn’t really seem like your thing,” Minho says quietly, looking embarrassed. Jisung shrugs lightly, smiling reassuringly at the older boy. “This is a lot more my pace.”

“Mine too.” He cracks open their to-go containers, offering the younger boy a fork. Jisung is quick to dig in, feeding Minho occasional bites.

“I listened to that playlist you sent me,” Jisung says suddenly. He’s finding it much easier to think now that they’re out of the way of prying eyes and ears. “Yeah? How did you like it?”

“I loved it. You have great taste, Min. I especially love that acoustic love song you have on there, it feels like a song from a movie.”

“I like that one, too,” Minho says softly, smiling fondly at the blond.

The conversation flows so easily after that. Jisung gives him some more in-depth reviews of the songs he liked the most, Minho nodding happily as he listens, propped up on an arm that has him leaning incredibly close to the younger boy’s side.

When they get onto the topic of Minho’s cats, the raven-haired boy lights up completely. He scrolls through different photos of them, telling Jisung all sorts of stories. “They’re my lifeline. I even take them to the bookstore with me most days. They just laze around while people browse.”

“That’s so cute,” Jisung coos, resting his head on the older boy’s shoulder so he can watch the river flow. He sits like that for a while, Minho’s arm finding its way around his waist. They’re quiet, but they’re content this time.

It’s only when the skies open up, soaking them both, that the two pull apart. Jisung gasps when the rain first starts to come down, standing up quickly out of pure shock. Minho laughs at him, staring up at him with the fondest look he’s ever seen. The rain has strands of hair sticking to Minho’s face, but Jisung thinks he’s never looked better.

“What, afraid of a little rain?” Minho asks, cocking his head to the side. “It’s fucking cold,” the blond whines, a shiver shooting down his spine. Minho shakes his head playfully. He fishes around in his pocket for a moment before pulling out his AirPods and offering one to Jisung.

He takes it hesitantly, putting it in. After a few seconds, that pretty acoustic song they’d been talking about starts to play.

Minho pushes himself up off the ground, holding his hand out in Jisung’s direction. “May I have this dance?”

Jisung nearly swoons, blushing as he lets Minho pull him in close. He never thought he’d be the type to fall for something so cliche, but the way the raven-haired boy smiles at him is so warm and inviting.

He presses closer, resting his head on Minho’s shoulder as the older boy tightens his grip on Jisung’s waist. Despite the way the rain makes their skin slick, their hands slot together with no hope of separating any time soon.

Minho sings quietly into his ear while they sway, the rain never letting up for even a moment. It feels like a movie, and Jisung soaks up every second of it.

When the song changes, neither of them takes the chance to pull away. A faster tempo song coaxes them into dancing a little sillier, Minho insisting on spinning Jisung as many times as he can.

Once they’re both completely exhausted, several songs and out-of-tune sing-alongs later, they sink back onto Minho’s jacket. Jisung is laughing, his cheeks bright red. He doesn’t miss the lovesick smile on Minho’s face.

They only call it quits once the sun has set, the orange finally fading into the darkest of blues. Tonight, despite all the clouds, Jisung thinks the colours around them seem more saturated than usual.

As they walk up to Jisung’s house, the older boy turns to him suddenly. “I’m really sorry about the rocky start to the date,” he says softly. Jisung shakes his head, but Minho keeps going before he can respond.

“I just… I was already so nervous. You’re so kind and so handsome… I really wanted this date to go well. And then the reservation was gone, and…”

“I had a lot of fun, Minho. You have nothing to apologize for.” Jisung takes his hand, smiling. “I was really nervous too, but this was incredible.”

Minho looks relieved, smiling back at the younger boy. “Okay, good. I just wanted to make sure I didn’t blow it.”

“You didn’t. I can’t wait to see you again.”

They both linger for a few moments, neither wanting to leave without a proper goodbye. When Jisung’s eyes flicker down to Minho’s mouth, the older leans in.

It feels like fireworks are going off around them as their lips touch, slotting together like the two men were made for each other. Jisung wraps his arms around Minho’s neck, desperately pulling him closer.

When they both finally pull away, gasping for air, Minho laughs. “What, was I bad?” Jisung asks, looking horrified.

“No! No, I just…” He laughs again, admiring Jisung while he has the chance. “I just never kiss on the first date.”

Jisung’s face heats up, burning an impossible shade of red. “Oh.”

“I don’t think I could’ve waited a second longer, though. Okay- I seriously have to go, I know we both work early.” Minho steals one last kiss before backing towards his car, smiling brightly. “Goodnight Jisung.”

“Night, Minho.”

Jisung feels a little silly when he gets inside, leaning back against his front door like a giddy schoolgirl. He’s in so deep already.

*

The night is quiet aside from their laboured breathing. Minho is on his back next to Jisung, panting. Jisung wipes away beads of sweat from his own forehead before turning onto his side to get a good look at the raven-haired boy, propping himself up on his elbow.

Minho has his eyes closed, head tilted back against the pillows as he swallows thickly. He looks so beautiful like this. “You alright?” Jisung asks quietly, tracing a finger down the older boy’s bare chest. “You fucking killed me,” Minho laughs, opening his eyes to get a good look at the man next to him.

Jisung rolls his eyes playfully, a cheeky grin playing on his lips. “Sounds a little dramatic if you ask me,” he says, raising his eyebrows. Minho shakes his head before he shifts so he’s matching the blond’s pose. “I only say things I mean.”

��I don’t believe that. Just a few minutes ago you called me a stupid slut, do you still think that?” Jisung cocks his head to the side, eyes wide. Minho barks out a laugh and steals a kiss. “Yeah, I do. But Ji, you’re my stupid slut. That’s why I…”

Minho doesn’t finish his sentence but Jisung knows exactly what he’s thinking. He can feel it in the crinkles of the older boy’s eyes when he smiles. He can taste it in the meals Minho drops off at his work.

Jisung has been thinking it for a while now, but he’s been too scared to say anything lest it be too early. The feeling in his chest bubbles and bursts every time their lips connect at the end of a long day, or when Minho sneaks pictures of him playing with the cats.

He loves Minho, he does. That’s why it’s so easy for him to just smile warmly and peck the older boy’s lips. “I love you too, Min.”

Minho blushes, blinking quickly in disbelief. “You do?”

“I do.”

“I’ve never been happier to have somebody who can read my mind, Ji.” Minho lunges at him, pinning him back down against the bed. Jisung squeals with laughter, half-heartedly flailing his limbs to try to escape Minho’s grasp.

“Say it again,” the raven-haired boy demands. Jisung shakes his head, still laughing. “You haven’t even really said it yet! It’s your turn, asshole.”

“I love you Jisung,” Minho yells into the silence of the night, drawing more laughter from the younger boy. “I love you more than I could ever explain, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” He’s pressing kisses all over Jisung’s face now, the most beautiful smile taking over his face.

Jisung’s skin is on fire, burning with embarrassment. “You’re going to wake up my neighbours,” he hisses, slipping a hand out of Minho’s grasp to clasp over the older boy’s mouth.

“I don’t care,” he says into his skin, pressing kisses to his palm while he can. “I want the world to know how much I fucking love you, Ji.”

He’s embarrassed, sure, but the overwhelming happiness and relief he feels are enough to convince Jisung to let Minho go, shaking his head. “I love you too, Min.”  

He tips his head back as Minho attaches his lips to Jisung’s neck, whispering sweet nothings as he makes his way further down the blond boy’s body.

*

They’ve been in the car for hours now, on their way to Minho’s parents’ cottage. “You’ve just never been especially good at navigation is all I’m saying, Min,” Jisung teases from the passenger seat, holding a Twizzler in the older boy’s direction.

“Well, I don’t see you being especially helpful,” Minho snaps, snatching the snack out of Jisung’s hand. The blond’s eyes go wide, his heart rate picking up. “Hey… I was just kidding, Minho. You know that, right?”

“You’ve been on my case for the past hour, Jisung. I can’t do anything about how long it takes to get there, especially not in this fucking traffic.”

The younger boy frowns, putting a hand on Minho’s knee.

“I’m sorry, baby. This must be stressful for you. We woke up so early to leave, too.” Jisung squeezes gently before rubbing gentle circles into the older boy’s thigh with his thumb. “Do you want me to drive for a bit? You must be exhausted.”

Minho grumbles something but pulls them off to the side of the road, pressing his forehead against the wheel.

“I’m really sorry, Min. I didn’t realize the teasing was really upsetting you. You should’ve told me.” Jisung ducks his head a bit, rubbing the back of his neck.

The older boy sighs, shaking his head as he sits up. “Sorry, Ji.” He reaches over and cups Jisung’s cheek gently, his expression softening significantly when he sees the guilty look on his boyfriend’s face. “I shouldn’t have yelled. I’m just so tired.”

“It’s okay, love. Let me drive for a bit, okay?” Jisung leans into his touch a bit, smiling softly when Minho nods.

Once they’ve swapped seats and gotten comfortable, Jisung gets them back on the road. He lets Minho take over the music, a hand resting on the older boy’s thigh.

“M’sorry I yelled at you,” Minho says quietly. Jisung squeezes his leg gently, shaking his head. “It’s okay, baby. I know how you get when you’re tired. I’m sorry I was being annoying.”

Minho takes his hand gently, squeezing tightly. “You’re not annoying. You know I love it when you tease me.”

“I can take it too far sometimes. I should’ve realized how tired you were.”

“Hey- stop apologizing for me yelling at you,” Minho says, kissing his cheek before settling into the seat. Jisung smiles lightly, glancing at his boyfriend.

He catches Minho right as he leans his head against the window, eyes slipping shut. As he turns his attention back to the road, he thinks about how uncomfortable that position is going to be in an hour. “My hoodie’s in the backseat, you can use it as a pillow if you want.”

“Mm… Good idea.” Minho is quick to lean into the back and grab it, just holding it tight against his chest instead. Jisung laughs lightly, shaking his head.

The older boy puts Jisung’s hand back on his thigh and he keeps their fingers interlaced as he drifts off, Jisung singing quietly to the songs on the radio.  

Jisung feels so lucky to be with Minho, even when they aren’t always on the same page. He hopes he gets to do this forever.

*

Minho and Jisung are sat in the pews, watching as Seungmin and Chan stare at each other with the most lovesick expression. Jisung is crying, naturally, and Minho keeps leaning over to dab the younger boy’s tears away.

“Weddings always make me cry,” Jisung sniffs, staring up at Minho. “I know, Ji. You cried for like, six hours after Felix and Changbin got married. Felix didn’t even cry that long.”

“They just looked so happy,” the blond wails, burying his face in his hands. Minho laughs and pulls him close, rubbing gentle circles into the blond’s back. “Yeah, they really did.”

“I just know they’re feeling the same thing that I feel when I look at you, and the idea that my friends know what it’s like to be so unbelievably, undeniably in love makes me so fucking happy.” Jisung looks up at the love of his life with round, glossy eyes.

The raven-haired boy looks completely lovesick, which just makes Jisung cry harder. “I’m just so happy for them.”

“I know, Ji. You wanna get up and get something to drink?” Minho stands when the younger boy nods, pulling him to join the others as cocktail hour starts.

Jisung doesn’t stop crying until he’s had a few glasses of wine, now sat inside the reception. Minho keeps raking his fingers through the blond’s hair which makes him shiver almost every time.

Jisung watches Chan and Seungmin do the rounds, thanking everybody for coming out. He notices that in the few moments of peace that they have, they can’t keep their hands off of each other, sweet kisses and whispered words exchanged in dark corners where they hope the partygoers can’t see them.

When Jisung looks back at Minho, the older man only has his eyes on him. Jisung blushes, tilting his head a little. “What are you looking at?”

“You.”

“Yeah, baby, I collected that much.”

“I love you. I just want to look at you. That’s all.” Minho smiles warmly as Jisung’s face flushes. The younger boy rolls his eyes, scoffing. “I have a wine stain on my shirt, don’t I?”

“There is a pretty big red wine stain on your shirt, honey.” Minho laughs, placing a hand over the stain as Jisung scowls playfully at him. “You could’ve just told me that, dickweed.”

“I do just like looking at you, too.” The raven-haired boy caresses his cheek gently, only looking away from him when Chan and Seungmin approach their table. “Oh my god, you guys need to get a room,” Seungmin says with what Jisung can only assume to be genuine disgust. Minho laughs as Jisung scoffs playfully. “As if you and Chan weren’t just sucking faces five minutes ago.”

“It’s our wedding day,” Chan chirps, clapping a hand against Han’s back. “We’re allowed to be disgusting.”

“When Jisung and I get married, it’s over for you bitches,” Minho jokes, causing Jisung to choke on his wine.

When they get married? They’d never talked about marriage before. It’s not a surprising concept considering how long they’ve been together, but it still catches the younger boy off guard. Minho just pats his back gently as Seungmin and Chan laugh at them, heading off to the next table.

Jisung thinks about asking, about figuring out if that’s something Minho really wants, but he knows now might not be the best time to have an intense emotional conversation with him, so he just polishes off his glass of wine.

“If you keep up that pace, you’ll be hammered before the first dance.”

“That’s kind of the goal, baby.” Jisung grins up at him and Minho takes that as a challenge.

They spend the night chugging wine and causing problems, their two favourite pastimes.

Late into the reception, when half the crowd has gone home, they find themselves swaying slowly to a fast-paced song. They’re far too lost in each other to notice that the slow song they were dancing to fifteen minutes ago has changed several times over.

Jisung presses their foreheads together, a hand on either side of Minho’s face. His eyes are barely open but he can still see Minho clear as day. “I love you, Min.”

“I can’t think of another person I’d want to spend my whole life with,” The older boy breathes, spinning Jisung delicately before pulling him back in close.

Jisung presses their lips together to stop any questions from tumbling out. He just wants to enjoy this moment, he can worry about their future later.

*

Jisung has had the most hellish shift of his life and he tells Minho as much on their daily phone call on his way home.

“I’m just so sick of this shit, Min. I can’t keep doing this,” he says, voice breaking. The older boy hums sympathetically on the other end. “I know, baby. Being a nurse is hard, you deal with so much real shit. I’m proud of you for doing something so important, even if it can be stressful.”

The genuine compassion in Minho’s voice causes tears to prick at Jisung’s eyes as he pulls into their driveway. “I’ll be inside in a minute,” he says before hanging up before Minho can respond.

He spends the next few minutes crying in his car, all the stress of the past few days at work building into one massive breakdown. Minho comes out when he sees Jisung through the window, knocking gently on the car door.

Jisung practically throws himself at the older boy as he gets out, burying his face in his neck as he hiccups softly. “Oh, angel…” Minho coos, rubbing his back.

The blond lets himself be ushered inside, Minho helping him change before getting him curled up in bed. Jisung laughs a little through the tears as the raven-haired boy piles their cats on top of him. “Wait here, I’ve got dinner ready for you.”

Jisung snuggles with the cats and tries to pull himself together while he waits, feeling very lucky to have found his soulmate. The one who knows just how to handle his worst moments.

Minho carries a tray of food and wine as he steps back in, situating the tray in the younger boy’s lap and placing the glass of wine on the bedside table. “There, baby. Eat up.”

Jisung picks at the food, his appetite non-existent. He’s just grateful to have Minho sitting with him, telling him silly little stories from the bookstore today.

“You know, Min… There’s nothing I look forward to more after a day like today than coming home to you. I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I’m the lucky one, Jisung. You know… I was thinking…” the older boy trails off, fidgeting with his fingers nervously. “What’s up, honey?”

“At Chan’s wedding a few months ago…  you said something about how you like weddings because the couple always looks like they feel the way you and I feel, right?”

“Yeah. It’s my favourite part. Knowing my friends have found their person, too.”

“Well, since you think we’re the standard, I was thinking maybe it’s our turn.”

“Our turn?” Jisung’s heart is pounding, face flushing impossibly red. “What are you asking, Minho?”

“I was just wondering if maybe… Jisung, will you marry me?” Minho looks so afraid when he asks; like he’s convinced the younger boy would ever even consider saying no. Jisung lunges at him, knocking the dinner tray to the floor as he pins Minho down against the bed.

His face bursts into the biggest smile he’s ever had, and the older boy is quick to mirror it back to him. “Of course I will, Min. Are you kidding? I’ve been waiting for you to ask me! You mentioned us getting married at that wedding and I was convinced you were going to pop the question right then and there!”

“I almost did! I thought it might be rude, so I held back.” Minho laughs, opening his mouth to say more. Jisung doesn’t let him, though, pressing their lips together in a heated kiss. They almost get lost in each other, hands wandering as they grow more desperate.

Minho breaks the kiss, pushing Jisung back a little as he catches his breath. “I have a ring for you.”

The older boy props himself up on his elbows, stealing another peck from Jisung before he digs through the drawer on his bedside table. “You kept it in there?”

“Baby, you’ve never looked through a drawer before in your life, especially not my drawer. It was safe in here.”

Jisung feigns hurt, but he’s laughing. Tears are pricking at his eyes again, but this time they’re happy tears. Once the ring, a simple silver band, is secure on his hand, Minho pulls him back in.  

They spend the night tangled in the sheets, whispering sweet nothings between gasps and groans.

*

“Next, please,” the barista calls. Jisung shakes his head a little to clear his head, still reeling from the fantasy he’d created. He’s standing there in the very same coffee shop he started in, his scrubs stained to oblivion, looking like a mess.

The beautiful stranger is still seated by the window, now packing his things into his bag.

Jisung feels insane, having just imagined a future with a man whose name he doesn’t even know. He briefly considers just letting the man leave instead of feeding into his own delusions.

But then he thinks back to it all. He thinks back to the beauty and the ups and downs of the life he could have with this man he’s never met; with the most beautiful man he’s ever seen.

If he doesn’t do something now, he’ll spend the rest of his life wondering if this was it for him. He can’t build a life wondering if he let his soulmate get away to avoid being a little awkward in a coffee shop.

The barista calls for him again, but he steps out of line, marching his way over to the table as the raven-haired man rises out of his seat. “Hey,” Jisung says, pressing both of his palms against the tabletop.

The stranger stares at him, wide-eyed. “Do I know you?”

“No, but you’re about to. My name is Han Jisung,” he sticks his hand out, smiling brightly. The dark-haired man looks bewildered but clasps their hands together in a firm handshake. “Lee Minho.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Minho.”

"Finally?"

"I feel like I've seen you in my dreams before."

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[mimomallow]

Like a Fish!🐟

+ For the skzmonsterfest on twt! (18k words)

+ Minsung AU

+ Supernatural AU, Love at First Sight, Unconventional Hybrids

+ Explicit, Smut & Fluff

#kpop #skz #stray kids #minsung fanfiction #minsung fic #minsung au #minsung #lee know #han jisung #skz fanfic #ao3

[hyunnieshannie]

A Tribute to the Game Makers. [teaser]

Coming soon: AO3 Pairing: MinSung | Many Side Pairings. Hunger Games AU

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[catsinthewater]

king of the chromatophores

🦑 fwb to lovers, porn with plot, fluff and smut and humor

🦑 minho/jisung

🦑 60k words, 16 chapters, completed

by catsquids on ao3 (me!) 🔅

#minsung #minho x jisung #lee know x han #minsung fic #skz fic #stray kids #kpop rpf #skz smut #ao3 #wetpawprint.docx #on a promotional run cause this took me FOUR MONTHS. #even though i know the tumblr skz ff ecosystem is not primed for member x member full fics #member x reader text post fic writers I respect n admire u as the local royalty

[violet-1atte]

Stoners minsung anyone?

#one day i will write it #it will be so good (ive never gotten high in my life) #st0ner #minsung fic #violet 1atte

[chrisbangsbf]

Minho/Jisung

Teen and Up | 820 words

"soft sleepy domestic tooth brushing" for ky

AO3 link

Minho is absolutely fucking exhausted. He's been staring dejectedly at his suitcase for... well, a while. He's been emotionally pent up all week, and on top of all the nonstop schedules, it's a miracle he's even made time to eat, let alone get enough sleep.

It's the kind of tiredness he can feel in his bones, deep seated and ugly and sensitive, and it really wouldn't take but a few seconds for him to doze off if he could just... lay his head onto the pillows and listen to the gentle whir of the air conditioning.

He should shower, or at the very least change his clothes, but it feels like his feet are glued to the floor, like his eyelids are weighted. He's debating skipping the shower all together and pathetically collapsing into bed in his jeans, but then there's a knock at his hotel door that shocks him upright.

"Hyung," comes a voice not even a breath later, the owner of it stepping past the threshold of his room and filling the space with his presence. It feels suffocating in a way Minho's not used to. Not with him.

Taking a deep breath, Minho straightens his spine and it cracks loudly. His fingers slip off the zipper of his toiletry bag as he wobbles, but suddenly Jisung is behind him, wrapping both arms around his waist and pressing his nose to the base of his neck. It must be sticky with sweat.

"Hyung?" Jisung repeats, after Minho doesn't say anything. His voice is softer now, chest solid against his back as he holds him; he's always been able to tell what Minho needs, oftentimes even before Minho himself does.

Minho clears his throat and blinks heavily, leaning his head back onto Jisung's shoulder. "M' sorry, just–" he sighs, lets Jisung kiss behind his ear, soft and caring, "–just so tired I can barely stand up."

Jisung hums, arms tightening around him. It's soothing, to feel his warmth and the rumble of his voice, to smell the shampoo in his damp hair, to be able to relax into him and know he would never let him fall.

"Want me to help you get ready for bed?" he offers, so sweet and lovely and perfect. Minho whines, because he really doesn't feel like doing anything, but he can feel the way Jisung smiles against his neck and... he's always been weak for him.

It's not easy to let himself be doted on, not even like this, but Minho still begrudgingly lets Jisung guide him to the bathroom and sit him on the toilet. He nearly falls asleep again as Jisung takes the time to wipe his makeup off for him, finger pads gently massaging his cheeks as he applies his skin care afterwards, because of course he knows in exactly what order Minho does it. He pouts when Jisung squeezes his jaw and stuffs a toothbrush inside his mouth, and the sound of Jisung's airy laughing makes his stomach swirl with butterflies.

"Keep your mouth open," Jisung says, squatting down next to him and laying his free hand on Minho's thigh. "I don't want you to choke."

Minho makes a disgruntled noise but obeys nonetheless, baring his teeth so Jisung can scrub them properly. He starts with his molars, drawing little circles with the bristles on each one and making sure to get every angle before moving to the other side to do the same. There's definitely a little toothpaste dripping down his chin, but he can't find it anywhere in himself to care.

Jisung brushes his front teeth with extra care, and ordinarily Minho would tease him for it, but all he can think of now is how much he loves him. How he didn't have to do any of this, but he wanted to. It feels domestic, like a little preview into what their future could hold, and before he can sniffle to prevent himself from crying– stupid, stupid, dumb, exhausted feelings– Jisung is guiding him to the sink and cupping water in the palm of his hand for Minho to rinse with.

When Minho meets Jisung's gaze in the mirror, he manages a soft smile. It's sincere, and he can tell Jisung knows everything he's trying to say with it.

Jisung even helps him change into sleep clothes; he pulls his jeans and underwear and socks off and slides a pair of comfy shorts onto his legs instead, swapping his button up with a cotton t-shirt and tucking him into bed.

Minho moans as he snuggles into the duvet, more and more tension leaving his body with each passing second. He processes the light being turned off and the sound of Jisung's footsteps as they approach him. His body slides up behind his with ease, sheets rustling as an arm naturally reaches out to pull him close.

This is exactly what he needed. A moment of peace. A second to breathe, to just exist. Jisung.

"Get some rest, hyung," Jisung whispers, curling their bodies together like pieces of a puzzle.

"Mm," he mumbles, threading their fingers and bringing them up to his lips so he can kiss the back of Jisung's hand, "always sleep better when you're around." 

#minsung #minsung drabble #minsung fanfic #minsung fic #minho x jisung #lee know x jisung #lee know x han #lee minho x han jisung #minho #lee know #jisung #stray kids #skz drabbles #stray kids drabbles #teen and up #chrisbangsbf

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[protectingstucky]

˗ˏˋ my fave minsung fics pt.2ˎˊ˗

Everything But The Kitchen Sink

Call Me Baby

Burn Down the City

i let you know when my heart overflows

luminance

hands-on learning

growing pains

no different

The Sea We Remember

good, it could be good

Hurricane Blue

cityscape blues

for lovers who hesitate

reach out and touch

Stop the world (I wanna get off with you) ~

worm my way into your bones.

the fourth estate

Only A Matter Of Time

reaching my hand to you

Hello, Baby

#minsung #minsung fic #minsung fanfic #stray kids #lee know #han jisung #skz #minsung fic rec #mine

[yeshyung]

Jisung: I like your tattoo

Minho, covered in tattoos: which one?

Jisung: *picks one seemingly at random* that one! I have the same one on my ass

Minho: *scoffs* no you don’t

Jisung: wanna check?

#I thought of the pick up line to end all pick up lines #and I’m sorry it suits them so well #minsung #lee minho #minsung fic #fic prompt #skz #stray kids #if you write this plz tag me I want to read it lol

[skz-vla]

The Beetle, The Witch, and The Purple Tower

The Beetle, The Witch, and The Purple Tower

✦ Curse Breaking, Strangers to Lovers, Witch Han Jisung, Dark Arts Master Lee Minho, Hurt/Comfort, Falling In Love, Healing, Found Family, Angst w/ Happy Ending ✦ Written for the Minsung Ficathon on Twitter ✦ Finished, 39k ✦ Rated T

#minsung fic #minsung #stray kids fanfiction #skz fanfic #writers on tumblr #the beetle the witch and the purple tower #this was pure self indulgence #this is my baby #my beloved #t: fic update #m: mine #m: my fics

[kaesficrecarchive]

kpop fic rec

Part 1

TXT

Beomgyu x Taehyun

can you feel the rush by permutative (predebut) (3/3 | 23,400 | T)

“Well, it’s settled.” Beomgyu leans forward, his smile blooming into a full-fledged grin. “Of course I’ll help you, Taehyun. After all,” he clutches his heart dramatically, hand over chest, “who am I to deny true love? I’ll make sure you’re the best boyfriend that guy has ever come across.”

(Or: in order to win over his crush, Taehyun asks Beomgyu to teach him how to date. This can't end well.)

(practice dating / fake dating au, friends to lovers)

cute, fluffy, everything u want out of a fake dating au

dragonfruit by 9ofcups (1/1 | 10,400 | T)

beomgyu ^-^: come visit my island i know you're online!! beomgyu ^-^: i'll give you my fruits?? ㅠㅠ

Taehyun stares at his texts balefully. When Yeonjun leans over his shoulder to look, he immediately bursts into laughter.

“Dude, you are so whipped,” he says, and Taehyun briefly considers murder.

(In which Beomgyu starts an Animal Crossing club at their university and drags a very tired, very whipped Taehyun along.

(friends to lovers, uni au, animal crossing au)

sometimes im going about my day then i remember this fic exists and i can’t help but smile

Yeonjun x Soobin

you wouldn’t do it, but i just might by renaissences  (1/1 | 17,317 | T)

Yeonjun has had critics' eyes on him for the last five years, and he’s going to have the world's eyes on him for the rest of his life. But in this moment, Soobin is the only person on earth who can see him, and Yeonjun likes that. Likes that right now, for once, he gets to choose who he wants to be known by, who he wants to see all the ugly parts of himself. And he chooses Soobin.

(Or, the day Yeonjun's introduction film drops is five years in the making. It's also the start of a much longer journey.)

(predebut au, trainees au)

i just love predebut aus and this one is so good!! talks about the pressure of being number one and trying to live up to yeonjuns ‘legendary trainee’ imago

A helping hand by soobanana (1/1 | 9,600 | M)

"A webcomic artist?"

Yeonjun tilts an eyebrow, stopping his dishwashing to look at his mother who’s observing him from the table. He should have expected it. For her to show up at his place unannounced with his favourite dishes- she had to have something to ask.

“Yes,” she confirms, circling the spoon into her teacup absentmindedly. “My friend’s son. She says his back is getting worse and she’s worried. But he insists he doesn’t have time to get it treated, it’s expensive, yada yada. That’s why she thought of you,” she says, and as Yeonjun’s about to reply, she adds, “Of course, I said you’d be glad to help.”

Yeonjun sighs. “Of course you did."

Or,

Yeonjun finds himself getting attached to his client, a webcomic artist with a bad back but very nice hands.

(masseur au, strangers to friends to lovers)

fluffy and smutty what more do i have to say

Stray Kids

Jisung x Minho

all in(to you) by dawnshine (1/1 | 44,892 | E)

Jisung needs to get laid, plain and simple.

Except it isn't that simple―not when he lets his ego drag him into a bet that requires him to get in his classmate's pants before the end of the semester, not when said classmate with his round glasses and perpetual sweater paws is so easy to fall for, and certainly not when he turns out to be a huge fucking tease.

(uni au, bets)

go read all of this author’s works right now!!! simply too good for words, chose this one to rec simply bc this is the first one i read of this author

Love’s at fault by likelynaked

How Minho's made it to his final year of university he'll never know, with the way he leaves every assignment until the last minute, and can't work for longer than an hour without at least three shots of espresso. Studying in cafes to maintain his caffeine dependency is also getting to be a pretty expensive habit. Still, it's not all bad when he can distract himself with the sweet voice and even sweeter face of open mic musician, Han.

(coffee shop au!)

a coffee shop au, enough said

Changbin x Seungmin

Falling Sideways by FutureLikeJicasso (1/1 | 5,658 | T)

It's been raining all day.

Hammering, freezing, relentless rain; the kind of rain that makes standing outside for more than twenty seconds an utterly miserable experience. Any sensible person would stay safely indoors on a day like this, if they had the option. But Ravenclaw has the Quidditch pitch booked for today, and Seungmin wouldn't miss it for the world, whatever the weather.

After all, his captain is counting on him being there, and no matter what, Seungmin will never let Changbin down

(hogwarts au!, friends to lovers)

insert that cute emoji with tearful eyes and a smile

Keep The Car Running by Bitsori (1/1 | 22,343 | T)

“So it's just us?” Changbin asks, giving Seungmin a look of uncertainty. “Just the two of us?”

Seungmin shrugs again - he doesn't know what Changbin wants to hear from him. If he could back out of or postpone this trip he would have already done so.

“Only you and me,” Changbin keeps going. “On this drive.”

“Shut up,” Seungmin mumbles, shaking head and marching off to the passenger side of the car. “This is for Hyunjin.”

“For Hyunjin,” Changbin echoes as he slides into the driver's seat. “Right.”

Seungmin doesn't know how he's supposed to survive the next few days with just his ex-boyfriend as his company, in a cramped car at that, but as with most things - it is what it is, so he just has to figure out how to deal.

--

or: Hyunjin is getting married, and Seungmin & Changbin get stuck on a trip together; AU

(exes to lovers au)

normally i don’t really love exes to lovers aus bit this one really hit

ENHYPEN

Jay x Jungwon

chasing stairways just to fall by yeosokai (1/1 | 17,288 | T)

“He’s sleeping,” Jungwon says.

“Yeah. In your lap. Jay-hyung. Is sleeping. In your. Lap.” Sunoo enunciates every word carefully, as if saying them any slower will help Jungwon understand why all of them are looking at him like he’s grown two heads.

(or: the five times everyone thinks jay and jungwon are dating, and the one time jungwon starts to wonder if they really are)

(5+1, friends to lovers)

just too cute (also very IC), i recommend all of the author’s fics

Polaroid Love (You're Gonna Wanna Be My Best Friend, Baby) by Tae2junnies (1/1 | 23, 357 | G)

“Seven steps, Jungwon?!” Jay hissed at Jungwon. The younger hummed in satisfaction from the other end of the line. Jay called him immediately when he received the PDF document of their Valentine’s day…program.

“Yes. Seven steps. And what about it?” Jungwon asked, nonchalantly. Jay spluttered.

“That doesn’t seem like a little too much?!” Jay asked, incredulously

“No, it doesn’t. It’s just standard procedure. We didn’t celebrate it last year, so we have to make up for the lost time.” He could hear the smile in Jungwon’s voice and Jay hated that it made him want to smile as well, just imagining Jungwon’s pretty dimples peeking.

“Jungwon, we did celebrate it last year!”

“I had the flu and I stayed at home!” Jungwon said, accusingly. Like it was Jay’s fault that Jungwon had a weak immune system.

“And I spent the day with you seated at the top of a freaking ladder next to your bedroom window to keep you company!” Jay reminisced.

"Hyung, we're having my kdrama fantasy. Just accept it!"

Unfortunately, Jay's heart and resolve was weaker than Jungwon's immune system.

OR:

(AU) Jay and Jungwon celebrate Valentine's Day. It's messy and cute. Just like them.

(valentine’s day au, established relationship)

<3<3, i cannot recommend this enough

Jake x Heeseung

spilled detergent and other things by orphan_account (1/1 | 5,565 | G)

Like most of the expectations Jake has of people and things, Heeseung definitely meets them too. Only there’s something different about the way Heeseung smiles shyly at him, something that goes against all of Lee Heeseung’s ‘too cool for anyone’ image.

or; jake pours heeseung some of his detergent and he can't stop thinking about heeseung after + initimidating karina bc i love women

(uni au)

i read this so long ago i don’t remember much apart from loving it

wolf’s clothing by won0209 (1/1 | 27,000 | E)

heeseung doesn't know what the big deal about the transfer student is.

(hybrid au)

hmmmmm either you love it or you hate pls MIND THE TAGS

#kpop #kpop fic rec #kpop fic #txt #tomorrow x together #txt fic rec #skz #stray kids #skz fic rec #taegyu #yeonbin #taegyu fic #yeonbin fic #minsung #minsung fic #seungbin #seungbin fic #enhypen #enha #enha fic rec #jaywon #jaywon fic #heejake #heejake fic #fic rec #kae's fic rec #c: kpop