Only_Raidyn
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The camera is back, pointed right at them, capturing every feather-light brush of San’s lips against Seonghwa’s neck.
“Wooyo, y-you’re seriously filming again?” Seonghwa’s voice is strained as he meets the gleaming lens’ gaze. “Don’t you have enough material for your vlog by now?”
Wooyoung watches them through the viewfinder with a wide grin. “Really, hyung? You think this is still for O.S.O.S.?”
(or: Wooyoung and Seonghwa have fun ruining San together.)
Bookmarked by Only_Raidyn
05 Feb 2026
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Yes (woosan & mother)
Yesyes hot no words for it
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Your grandmother always told you never to look into mirrors in the dark at night...
Too bad you never truly believed her superstitions.
...And now the king of the fae realm just happens to be your new roommate.
Congratulations?
This work is on semi-hiatus whilst I work through some health issues. Follow me on tumblr for updates-- @themoonlightfae.
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the tension was unbearable. and minho was only making it worse by being so calm, so collected, while jisung was falling apart.
"minho," jisung finally managed to choke out, but his voice sounded weak, uncertain, like he didn't know what he was asking for, or even what he was trying to say.
minho's breath was warm against his ear as he leaned in just a fraction closer, and jisung could feel his body tensing, anticipating the moment when minho might do something. anything.
he didn't know what he wanted - only that he couldn't keep pretending this wasn't happening, that he wasn't drawn to minho in a way that was far beyond his control.
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minho's eyes scanned the paper one last time, slow, thoughtful. then he smiled.
barely.
it was small. barely there. just a twitch of the lips. but it was real. genuine.
and jisung nearly passed out on the spot.
he stumbled back behind a pillar, clutching his chest like he'd been physically struck. his brain was going into overdrive. he could still see minho in the corner of his eye, tucking the note gently - gently - into his backpack, almost like it was something important. something he wanted to keep.
jisung's knees were weak. his soul was leaving his body.
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"what do you need?" he asked softly.
and that's when it hit jisung.
he stared down at minho, his oldest friend, the person who knew every corner of his heart, who'd seen him cry over stupid cartoons and defend him from playground bullies. the one who'd once held his hand on a rooftop and promised - half-drunk and half-serious - that if they were still single at 25, they'd date.
minho was always the answer.
"I need a fake boyfriend," jisung whispered.
Bookmarked by Only_Raidyn
31 Aug 2025
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This is the cutest thing I've read in months ahhhh
Minsung✨