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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.
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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
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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.” -
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“I literally asked you to the graduation party,” Minho says. “Isn’t that, like, as close as you can get to asking someone out without actually saying the words?”
Record scratch. Rewind. Seungmin gapes so hard he’s sure Minho can see all the way down his throat to his intestines. “Wait. That wasn’t a joke?”
“No?” Minho looks at him incredulously. “Why would that be a joke?”
“Because you…” Seungmin gestures wildly, letting out a slightly unhinged laugh. “You asked me on the last day of class with a muddy dandelion from the courtyard! And we spent three years at each other’s throats! What was I supposed to think?”
Kim Seungmin is a professional adult. He is mature, he has a degree, and he's starting a new job at a prestigious consulting firm.
Cue him coming face to face with Lee Minho, his personal high school migraine, for the first time in six years. After digging through a thick layer of stupidity and denial, Minho realises he's been spending the better part of a decade mourning a heartbreak that was self-inflicted, and Seungmin realises the mystery person he was jealous of was, in fact, himself. (Ft. lots of office shenanigans)
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07 Jun 2026
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Jeongin blinks. “Oh? Were you guys friends?”
“Not exactly,” Seungmin says at the same time Minho says, “Sort of.”
More awkward silence. Seungmin has never wished he knew how to break window safety locks more.He thought he was over this. Truly. Six years is a long time, long enough to get a master’s degree for fuck’s sake, but apparently not, because the moment Seungmin had looked up at him with those stupid pretty eyes, Minho’s stomach had dropped like he was sixteen again, and that’s—
That’s a problem.
He rejected you, Minho reminds himself firmly. He’s probably still Mr. President Perfect straight boy, and you’re just the idiot waiting outside the graduation party with flowers for someone who never planned to come.The idea of a sappy or crying Minho is almost laughable. If only he could’ve found out in high school, he’d have some great teasing ammunition now, but Minho was always loud about having better things to do than to go to parties.
Like standing outside and playing on his phone, Seungmin thinks. He stands abruptly and snatches up a mic. No. He doesn’t want to think about that. Doesn’t want to think about who Minho was waiting for to give flowers to that night, any more than he did when he was eighteen and turned straight back around to go home.“Which way are you going?”
“Hongdae as well,” Seungmin says.
“Ooh,” Jeongin says, waggling his eyebrows with the subtlety of a brick. “How convenient.”
“I’ve lived there for two years.” -
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Minho's excited and terrified to spend his first Christmas with Seungmin's family. Of course, nothing goes as planned, as nothing ever does.
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Hwang Hyunjin, it says. Never heard of him. Then again, Jisung hasn’t heard of any artists born after the renaissance, so. Doesn’t say much. He knew a Hwang girl in high school, used to think he had a crush on her before—
“Do you like it?”
“Oh fuck!” Jisung whisper yells, probably still too loud, but he has to focus on not spilling his champagne or tripping over his feet and going face first into the wall. Or even worse, the painting.
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07 Jun 2026
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He reminds himself Seungmin isn’t actually his therapist, he’s just a friend who happens to be a therapist but Jisung can never really shake off that need to make him proud, not be judged by him, impress him in any small way he can. Parade himself around like – look, I can do the life thing, you know? You see? Totally doing it and not fucking it up. Good, right?
He reaches for his glass, remembering he’s drank it all before he can really try to drink and look even more silly. His mouth is dry. It even makes sense, if he thinks about it. Maybe not in the abstract, high profile artist way, but more in a way of you telling the story to a middle school child and them painting what they heard. Sort of. If you squint. You really have to squint.
“Yes. I’m familiar with his work. What did you think of his other pieces tonight? Some people say he’s a bit pretentious.”
Well, Jisung hasn’t really stopped and stared at many paintings, but he feels weirdly overprotective over this man whose painting he definitely banalized for the sake of impressing someone hot he’ll probably never see again in his life.