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superhero au where Seungmin finds out the co-worker who hates his guts and the man who he loves are the same people and it is a slippery road from down there.
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- Part 1 of what clouds are made up of
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Bookmarked by brightstarly
03 Feb 2026
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roller coaster
taste profile for this fic is: blue raspberry fizz soda, old bandages, fresh rosemary, kimchi stew, the wheel of fortune tarot card, chasing in circles and stars and repeating actions, antiseptic smell of the hospital waiting room
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“It hurts me to see you like this,” Seungmin said louder, his patience thinning.
“Then leave,” Jeongin growled, trying to yank himself away. Seungmin pulled him closer.
“Not once.” Seungmin’s voice had dropped to ice. The temperature around them seemed to lower as he forced Jeongin to look him in the eye, frost dripping off his words. “Not once have I ever left you. Not once have we ever left you behind. I will never leave you. No matter how much you run.”
“You’ll cross heaven and Earth,” Jeongin muttered at the same time Seungmin did. Seungmin blinked but continued.
“So stop running,” Seungmin said softly. “Come back to us.”
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It's a normal Tuesday. Until it's Tuesday again, and again.Jeongin has had a time travel power he hasn't used since he was in the cradle, just like his grandmother. The scope of his powers mysterious and the side effects getting worse, Jeongin has to find a way to save the rest of the members and himself before the time travel or the masked men with the guns kill them permanently.
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- Part 1 of Terrible Tuesdays (heaven and back)
Bookmarked by brightstarly
11 Jan 2026
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i love this
taste profile for this fic is metallic tang when you got blood in your mouth, gunpowder, the fabric of time, grandma’s cursed knife, liminal spaces with 5% survival rates, turning into a different person because you had to in the worst ways possible, and the sweet cherry smell of death
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He had spent many weeks, months even, thinking about his feelings and what they meant, but he hadn’t been able to come up with a word to describe it yet. Perhaps one day he would, and then he could finally become Minho’s -
“Ah, lover!” Minho exclaimed happily, making Seungmin choke on his coffee, his eyes wide.
Or, Seungmin and Minho solve crosswords together on a Sunday morning when Seungmin realizes what love is.
Bookmarked by brightstarly
02 Oct 2025
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taste profile is a cup of coffee in the morning, watering your peace lily while trying to wake up your body, parallel play, seeing and understanding more than anyone else ever has, rose hip tea and bergamot
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When Minho went to buy groceries, he saw Jisung’s face on the cover of a magazine at checkout. Hands shaking, he picked it up. It was their newest issue. Jisung’s face was smooth, flawless. He looked perfect. He looked like a stranger. Minho was filled with the sudden urge to cry. He didn’t.
If Minho had to describe Jisung in one page, nothing in the magazine would’ve made the cut. Jisung was a force of nature. He was the storm and the sun after rain. He was stubborn and wonderful and kind. Minho loved him still and knew at that moment that he always would — in silence, in loneliness, through phone and TV screens.
My superstar, he thought, and tried to smile even as it felt like his heart was breaking all over again. Mine, and everyone else’s.
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Bookmarked by brightstarly
27 Sep 2025
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taste profile for this fic is: a lava cake, screaming into your pillow, bubblegum, a roller coaster ride
this really is one hell of a rollercoaster ride like ts crazy
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"Because, Kim Seungmin," Minho leans even closer, voice dropping an octave, "I need this marriage, and I think…it might help you too."
"Yeah?" Seungmin hates that it comes out more uncertain than cutting. Hates their sudden proximity, the distinctly floral scent of Minho's cologne, the unbuttoned top-button of Minho's dress shirt, the glimpse of chiselled clavicle beneath it.
Kim Seungmin is a lot of things: mid-tier romance novelist, youngest son of a chaebol family, begrudging liker of sushi restaurants. What he is not, is in love with his husband.
Bookmarked by brightstarly
16 Sep 2025
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taste profile for this fic is honey lemon tea, your first try at making cotton candy that didnt work out but the second time is beautiful and fluffy and sweet, going to a dreaded large family gathering to find your favorite cousins who gossip with you the whole time