LightBlue18
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I look at his hand again. I don't even notice if he's looking at me or not, though I have a feeling he isn't.
Have you ever?
Have you really?
Have you ever asked the right questions? -
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The screen lit up with a message from Jisung, even though he was supposed to be asleep…
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My jagi looks so handsome even this tired~
Are you coming to bed later? ;)
Or: Minho comes home after a long day, and Jisung sends him a photo he took. (Based on Minho's FANS live.)
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"Maybe it’s because it's 3 a.m and I haven’t slept in three days, but I love you."
That was the first thing Minho read when he opened—against his will—Jisung’s notebook from the upper bunk.
Minho discovers a notebook in which Jisung writes poetry... And he doesn't know what to do with it.
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Langa can't forget that time he met him. His voice transforming into his favorite sound and eyelashes swaying like flowers, a happy smile and warmth in his heart: Reki Kyan.
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"Later that night, Minho sent Jisung a document.
Rules for a friendship with benefits:
Rule #1: No kissing after sex
Rule #2: No cuddling
Rule #3: No falling in loveShould be easy enough, right?"
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That friends with benefits to lovers fic, nobody asked for.
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13 May 2026
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“I think you’re lying, all the time. I think you think about me too.”
Jisung is close again, in a place he should never have entered. A place Minho had willingly opened to him, luring him into his den. A wolf trapping an unsuspecting lamb; pretty, blinking up at him with trembling eyes. Trembling eyes, but a steady, manly voice. Half a man; apparently more of one than Minho himself.
“Because I do think about you, professor Lee.”
For the sake of his less-than-likely redemption, Minho wants to think he’s not the one who bridges the distance. For the sake of his poor, rotten soul, he decides to think it’s Jisung who leans in further. And if his own back is no longer touching the wood of his chair, and he’s leaning over the desk just barely, then it’s a secret between him and hell.
Or Professor Minho shouldn’t fall for his new research assistant and his sweet, sad, angry eyes. He still does.
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"I'm sorry, what?"
"I said, your total is 5,89 euros."
"Oh, right of course," Jisung scrambles to get his credit card out of his wallet and puts it against the payment terminal, "but that's not what I meant."
The cashier hums in response.
"Like," Jisung gestures widely between him and the man behind the counter, "what did you ask me before that?"
"Oh," the man says, his eyes blinking rapidly as if he is the one surprised by Jisung's question, "I said "Would you like to go out on a date later today?," he replies simply, tearing the receipt after the payment went through and handing it to Jisung. He is smiling politely — one of those customer smile that never reaches the eyes.
- or, Jisung is a pastry addict; one day, the baker asks him an unexpected question.
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22 Apr 2026
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During an ordinary shift at a quiet café, Minho freezes when his favorite Idol steps up to the counter-wearing a cap, mask and dark glasses, trying to vanish into the crowd. Shock mixes with confusion as Minho notices something else: Han looks exhausted, maybe even sad, as if he’s hiding more than just his identity. Swallowing his awe, he forces himself to act unfazed, pretending he doesn’t recognize the star he’s admired for years-while everything inside him is anything but calm.
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07 Apr 2026
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For years, Han Jisung was nothing more than a name associated with hatred, an unnecessary rivalry, and a guilt Minho tried to ignore.
“Why would you want to be friends with me?”
Minho didn’t know the answer. He couldn’t explain it either.
'Because you’re perfect.'
'You’re not who I imagined; I want to know you.'
Until a pair of fingers brushed his bangs away from his eyes. The touch was so light, so gentle, it almost felt like he imagined it. He would miss how Jisung changed the direction of his entire life—how he made him feel the things he was supposed to feel.
He slowly closed his eyes. And pressed his lips to Jisung’s.
Lee Minho and Han Jisung hate each other, but what happens when Minho needs to get better at his classes, and needs help?
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06 Jan 2026