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"Are you a terrible boyfriend, though?" Minho asks, eyes glinting with something Chan isn't quite sure of. The younger leans forward, and Chan slowly inches away. "Uh, I don't know, you kinda said I was the last time."
Minho rolls his eyes at that, scoffing. "I didn't say you're a terrible boyfriend, I just said you were kind of a dick.
"A dick…" Chan whispers to himself, eyes widening in shock. He had never been on the side of getting those words directed at him. Ever.
(Chan, a workaholic, would be gunning for a gold medal in getting dumped if it were an Olympic sport. Enter barista-soon-to-be-resident Minho, to solve his problems.)
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“I think we are wildly underestimating that you all woke up with new parts and—“ He stops and Minho fixes his ruffled hair, looks over at him. Changbin is staring at him. At his chest. “Okay. Wow. Those are…”
“Why are yours so big?” Jisung whines. “Mine aren’t that big.”
“My eyes are up here.”
“I’ve seen your eyes a hundred times, this is the first time I’m seeing your tits.”
“Can everyone stop saying tits?” Chan speaks for the first time.
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Minho could stand still and Hyunjin would fall in love ten times regardless.
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It’s his bleeding heart, Hyunjin tells him sometimes and then pets his head gently, not everyone is as open as he is. And then he reassures Felix that it’s not a bad thing to be so soft, and he should hold onto it because it’s special to hold so much love.
It doesn’t feel special, though, when Jisung twists out of his grip to avoid Felix’s lips on his cheek or Chan burns red and excuses himself from the room. Sometimes, Jeongin will let Felix kiss the top of his head in consolation.
He just loves them all so much he feels sick with it, like it could drag him under before he can kick his feet free.
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all the things we've broken (can be puzzled together again) by meongcore (corvidstars)
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
28 Jun 2022
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“Join Jisung and I tonight,” Seungmin murmurs, in an uncharacteristically soft tone, as if he were cradling Minho close to his chest as he does Felix or Jisung, speaking to him as if he were someone precious and not just the king’s burden to bear. It hurts when Minho knows it’s just his imagination. “We can talk more then.”
“Are you sure?” Minho asks, clenching his fist behind his back tight enough to feel his nails dig into his palm.
Seungmin clenches and unclenches his fists at his sides. “Why wouldn't I be?”
I am your cross to bear. I am a nail in your coffin. I am the thorn in your side. I am. I am. I am.
“Nevermind,” Minho shakes his head and turns to Seungmin, bowing once more. He thinks his nails have broken skin. “See you tonight, then.”
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Or; Minho relearns how to love his king through the eyes of his husbands and his past while simultaneously unlearning the mindset that he is only around to serve everyone else.