MINSUNG FICATHON
MINSUNG FICATHON: Off-Season 2025
STATUS: RESTING, WRITING
(Open, Moderated, Unrevealed, Anonymous)
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"He never thought that loving Jisung would hurt. He never considered that he would have to heal from loving the man he’s loved for so long. Even through all the hurt, he never once considered that loving Jisung was bad for him. It could never be.
And here he is, hurting."
Jisung always calls, one way or another, and Minho is always ready to answer. He knows it. Jisung knows it, too. He just wishes it wouldn’t hurt this bad every time.
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Jisu knows that she’s straight. She's a cheerleader! A bold universally agreed upon symbol of spirit and heterosexuality. So why is there a strange man in a ‘straight is great’ T-shirt standing in her living room?
or: a 'But I'm a Cheerleader AU' in which Jisu is sent to a conversion to camp to cure her supposed homosexuality, and Minhee flips her world upside down.
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- Part 6 of stray kids one shots
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Minho groans, dragging a hand down his face. The scratching on the door stops. Dori had always been nosy. “Because…”
Chan waits on the other side of the line. The silence is a plea in itself.
“Because… he’ll have to be my husband.”
Secret Agents Minho and Jisung get paired-up for an assignment. This time around, they have to pretend to be newlyweds.
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Minho's cat has been missing for three months. He's looked absolutely everywhere, walked the whole neighborhood more times than he can count, talked to more neighbors than he ever would have in his life otherwise. Even set up a little shelter with a camera outside his door in case Doongie comes back.
As it turns out, he was looking in the wrong place. He should have been scrolling through Instagram, since his Doongie was catnapped by a kpop idol. -
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The worker’s eyebrows went up. “I dropped out. And besides, numbers are really important when it comes to baking. Grams have to be exact every time to make sure that cheesecake is perfect. For the crust, 85 grams of butter, 28 grams of confectioner’s sugar...Well, I’ll stop before I tell you the whole secret recipe.”
“Why would a barista need to know the cheesecake recipe?” Jisung’s eyes wandered to the nametag on his clothes. Minho. There were two Minhos?
Minho blinked in confusion, his arms crossed. “Barista?”
“Are you the owner’s son or something?”
Minho smirked again, making Jisung nervously take another sip of his Americano.
“I am the owner.”