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“I fucking love this album,” Seungmin admits, guiding Changbin’s hands to his hips.
“It just came out,” Changbin stutters, because he doesn’t know what the fuck is happening.
“I know.”
And there’s plenty Changbin doesn’t know about Kim Seungmin. Like his music taste (good, apparently), and his birthday, and what the hell he’s thinking.
With his head tipped back, and his body moving against Changbin’s, Changbin is just about ready to get down on one knee and propose. Fuck going with the flow, man. He’s in love.He’s lost it. He’s so delusional, he thinks maybe Seungmin might like him too.
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- Part 2 of mrehk x astroxnot ficlets
Bookmarked by murdocked
17 Jul 2026
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That’s right when Changbin realized he was still pretty fucking high. He shook his head to try to clear it to no avail. “Dared to… ask me… as…” he squinted.
“As a date,” Seungmin said, cheeks flaring, looking away. “I know it’s not ideal, but I can’t lose this bet, and…”
“Okay,” Changbin cut him off.
“Okay? That easy?” Seungmin’s lips dropped open. So fucking pretty it hurts.
Changbin grinned, and gave Seungmin a big thumbs up. “Not every day a princess asks a street rat to the ball, eh?”
Seungmin’s blush deepened, crawled down his neck. “It’s not… like that. My friends are just… stupid.”
“It’s whatever,” Changbin waved him off. He doesn’t really give a shit if Seungmin’s friends picked him for laughs. He gets a date with the Kim Seungmin. -
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It happens in slow motion. He feels his foot collide with a raised platform. He feels himself stumble, unable to correct his balance. He feels the pull of gravity as it yanks him forward. He feels like an idiot as he sits at the bottom of the mall fountain, soaking wet.
Plucking a coin off the back of his arm, Seungmin closes his eyes. As he throws the coin into the water, he wishes that the fountain would suck him down the drain, never to be seen again.
Unfortunately, this does not happen. Instead, Seungmin hears a voice call out, “Holy shit, are you ok?”
Or, Seungmin sees a hot stranger and trips into a mall fountain. He doesn’t want to talk about it.
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Bookmarked by murdocked
16 Jul 2026
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“Hey, Felix! Jisung! Happy birthday,” Minho’s voice calls out over the booming music. He rushes over, greeting the two with a hug. Pulling back, Minho turns. “Seungmin,” he flatly states.
“Minho,” Seungmin snarks back.
Jisung worriedly glances between the two. In the loudest whisper anyone has ever heard, he asks Felix, “Are they ok?”
Felix giggles, leaning into Jisung’s space. “They’re fiiiiine,” he drags out. “They’re best friends! Known each other since they were babies.”
“Really?” Jisung’s eyes are wide, like his whole worldview is shifting. “Like, their whole lives?”
“Not all of it,” Minho corrects. “I lived the best 698 days of my life without his presence.”
Seungmin hums in mock-sympathy. “It’s sad that I never had that pleasure.” -
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“We've been friends for two years, and you thought I was what? Straight?”
“Maybe?” Changbin offered, though the answer was yes and they both knew it.
“Why would you think I was straight?” Seungmin demanded, distress tinging the edge of his words as Changbin wracked his brain for why.
“You…you wear sweater vests!” he blurted out, flustered and stupid.
“I've been getting called gay for wearing sweater vests since I was eight!”
(Changbin learns not to jump to conclusions and finds love along the way.)
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15 Jul 2026
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“Why would you think I was straight?” Seungmin demanded, distress tinging the edge of his words and making a whine of panic start to set in as Changbin wracked his brain for why.
“You…you wear sweater vests!” he blurted out, flustered and stupid.
“I've been getting called gay for wearing sweater vests since I was eight!”Sure, there was the conditioning of growing up in a heteronormative society, in a small, conservative town. But it felt like more than that. There was a part of Changbin that had clung so tightly to the idea of Seungmin being straight because the idea that he wasn't was terrifying.
If Seungmin was straight, then of course there was no reason he would ever be into Changbin. His disinterest wouldn't be due to Changbin's personality or appearance. It wouldn't be personal. He could accept that he had the wrong equipment for Seungmin's preferences and move on.
But if Seungmin liked men but still didn't like Changbin? That would be much, much harder to swallow. Because Seungmin was everything to him. He was, despite what Seungmin thought, the most handsome person he'd ever seen in real life. He was smart. He was funny. He was caring in his own way. He was Changbin's best friend.
And Changbin was in love with him.And also why he barged into the library to find him as soon as he'd thought the L-word.
Not lesbian, Minho, he thought to himself wryly as he pushed through the more central study areas toward the tables in the back by the music section. Not everything is about you.Changbin would happily be the butt of the joke forever if it meant that Seungmin was amused by his stupidity instead of hurt by it.
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A convenience store robbery forces Gunwook to confess to his hopeless crush on Matthew, who has spent the last eight months accidentally acting like his boyfriend.
Bookmarked by murdocked
22 Jun 2026
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That was another problem. Matthew asked one question and Gunwook moved toward him automatically, like this was a law of physics and not a deeply embarrassing personal flaw.
“Sorry,” he said to Matthew. “I’m not trying to scare you. Well. I mean, obviously I am, a little. You understand.”
Matthew glanced at him. “No, it’s okay,” he said. “I get it. You have to do what you have to do.”
Gunwook stopped dead behind them. He stared at Matthew’s back in mute disbelief.
Then he said, very flatly, “No, he does not.”
Matthew looked over his shoulder. “I’m just saying I understand the logic.”
“There is no logic. He is robbing us.”
“I know,” Matthew said.
The man, meanwhile, was staring at Matthew like this was the kindest thing anyone had said to him in months.
“Thank you,” he said, sounding almost touched. “You’re really empathetic. Are you an ENFJ?”
Matthew laughed. “Oh my God, no. Close, though. I’m an ENFP.”“Okay,” he said. “Right.” He glanced between them. “Do either of you have rope?”
There was a silence.
Gunwook stared at him. “Are you serious? What kind of robbery is this?” he muttered.
“A stressful one,” the man said.
“There’s packing tape in the supply cabinet,” Matthew said. Oh, Matthew, so absurdly thoughtful.
Gunwook turned to him. “Why would you say that?”
Matthew looked back, startled. “He asked.”
The man pointed at Matthew with sudden approval. “See? He’s helpful.”
“Stop encouraging him,” Gunwook snapped. -
cradling our fears (till fireflies turn off their glow) by R4INSTORMS
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
18 Jan 2026
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He hates that Minho can detect all of his feelings from scent alone.
Seungmin hasn’t been able to hide a single feeling from him in nearly nine years.
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5 times Minho shows Seungmin he cares and 1 time he actually believes it
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- Part 1 of until the stars forget our names
Bookmarked by murdocked
07 Jun 2026
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It felt like Minho was always much harsher on Seungmin than all the others, even when Seungmin was being as sweet and polite as he possibly could. He knew that Minho cared about him, but sometimes he wasn’t sure if Minho liked him.
Seungmin shoots him a withering look, forever horrified to be around people who are so much more emotionally in touch than he is. Minho has always favoured Felix, though, bundled him into his arms the moment that they met and never let him doubt his love for a second. Felix cannot possibly understand how Seungmin feels.
His eyes are insistent, waiting for Seungmin to nod bleakly before he continues, “You are one of the most important people in my life and I cannot continue watching you treat yourself like this.”
There are tears falling now, Seungmin can taste the salt on his lips. He squeezed his eyes shut the minute that his vision started to blur, his arms wrapped tightly around his chest.
“Baby,” Minho’s voice shudders over the word, “Nobody that matters thinks less of you for being a hybrid. The members all love you exactly the same. I love you exactly the same. And I wish that you would let us dote on you and scent you and call you puppy and use your chew toys and let yourself exist in peace, without this shame that you seem to feel for daring to be alive.”