8 Works by Common_Cork
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Just for the record, Jisung does not want to be here.
He was practically dragged from his dorm room kicking and screaming, if you count whining and complaining and generally being very annoying as kicking and screaming. He very well could have just said no—he is his own autonomous person, after all—but what else was he supposed to do when promised a free off-campus meal, paid for by his hyungs? As a broke college student, he quickly learned that there is very little he wouldn't do for a bargain as good as that.
Up to and including accompanying his friends to a stupid, Saturday night college party that is apparently unavoidable. A mandatory, non-negotiable stipulation in their friendship. In trying to get him to come along with them, his friends have told him it'd be good to expand his social circle as well as get out of his room and away from campus for a bit. Besides, who knows, he might have fun.
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Jisung has always liked the idea of college house parties when given an invitation. He's been to several, all thanks to being close friends with the most sociable guy he knows, so he's quite familiar with what goes on during these parties. He sticks to the edges of the crowds, hanging back with the few, far more subdued party goers. Maybe that's why he's so drawn to weed—he's never encountered someone who gets too ebullient after blowing through a joint.
He has fun this way, though. Especially when Chan or one of their other clingy friends finds him well into the night and attaches themselves onto him like a blood sucking leech, peppering him with kisses and bombarding him with platonic love confessions. Or when their favourite song comes on and they drag him to the dance floor, giggling with him like a couple of school girls as their limbs flail (sometimes on beat) to the music.
All that to say, it takes some time, but Jisung does enjoy college house parties. He just has to get accustomed to the sudden, jarring, loud atmosphere.
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Or, a really self-indulgent fic about Jisung being a stoner.- Language:
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Lee Minho is not a jealous person. He never has been, not in any of his past relationships or towards any of his previous crushes. But, like to every rule, there is always an exception. And Minho's exception is the one and only Han Jisung.
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Or, 5 times Minho gets possessive over Jisung, and 1 time Jisung is possessive right back. -
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It's been years of this, years of working every single day as Minho builds up his skills and connections so that one day someone will recognize his talent and want him on their team as a dance choreographer. No more shitty jobs that don't pay enough with bosses who couldn't care less about him. No more demanding him to work overtime just because they expect him to, because nobody else cares or is competent enough to solve any of the problems. No more feeling like he's wasting his life and his potential because he can't afford to relax as often as he needs, or canceling plans with friends because they need him at one of his jobs last minute, or not even bothering to go on dates because he never has the time or energy for a relationship, and—
Anyway. It's a spiral Minho tumbles down often enough, and is a constant reminder of why he's generally unhappy and always so, so exhausted.
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Or, Minho gets a day off and meets his next door neighbour. They hit it off, but will they see each other again? -
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He wonders what caused Jisung's adamant withdrawal from every part of Minho's life. He tortures himself by living in the past, constantly thinking over every one of his actions, his comments, his being, wondering if it was because of something he did, but never knowing the answer. He can sense an end on the horizon, a sort of finality, and he's never been more terrified in his life.
What's he supposed to do without Jisung in his life, cracking his stupid jokes that Minho pretends he doesn't find funny? Or without his bright, heart-shaped smile and his even brighter laugh? Or his little habits that make Jisung Jisung, that endeared Minho to him at the start and only make him love the guy more each day? Or even just Jisung's presence, absent-mindedly humming a tune stuck in his head in the other room, just the knowledge that he's there.
Minho always wants him there, needs him there. Here. With him, always.
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Or, part 2 to Minho and Jisung who are dating and Jisung starts distancing himself. Minho gets in his head about it and problems ensue.Series
- Part 2 of Do I Wanna Know?
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Minho coming home from work used to be his favourite part of the day, before…
Before.
Minho used to throw all of his belongings and outerwear at their small front entrance, then beeline right to wherever Jisung was, draping himself over him like an overgrown cat. He would ignore all of Jisung's feigned whines and complaints for bugging him while he was in the middle of something, latching on even tighter in response. They would embrace like that until Minho grew hungry, either making something for the two of them himself or easily convincing Jisung to order in.
Now, though. Now they don't even touch each other. They don't hug, they don't hold each other. Jisung can't even remember the last time they shared a meaningful kiss. All they ever do now is acknowledge each other's presence and then continue about their lives, separately, as if they're simply roommates or distant acquaintances. Friends of a friend.
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Or, Jisung and Minho are dating and Jisung gets too much into his head about it. Problems ensue.Series
- Part 1 of Do I Wanna Know?
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He chances a glance back up to the man's eyes only to find them trained on Jisung, making him start, his own eyes widening as he feels the blush return from being caught staring. Jisung expects to find Minho's face transformed by disgust, weirded out and uncomfortable, or even a conceited grin, but he finds none of that. Instead, that smile returns to his eyes, more of a teasing glint than anything cruel or derisive. He was caught red-handed (and red-faced), but Jisung can't look away. There's something about him that invites staring, admiring.
He's halfway out the door, Jisung having traced his every movement, when he locks eyes with Jisung once more. He puts on a sweet smile, overly so, with an underlying mischievousness that sends a chill down Jisung's spine and says, just as sweetly, "Bye, Jisungie."
Jisung feels his jaw drop, aghast at the nickname. He's certain he's as red as a tomato as the door clicks shut behind him and encloses Jisung in the room cramped by Chan and Changbin's teasing laughter.
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Guilt, Change, and Other Truths that are Hard to Swallow by Common_Cork
Fandoms: Original Work
23 Mar 2026
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Ly wishes she could just go to sleep. It's made impossibly difficult when it keeps piping up whenever she's on the cusp of falling.
Why would you say those things? To your own brother, too. He must hate you now.
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