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Cynosure (noun)
1. a person or a thing that is so good or beautiful that it attracts a lot of attention“So you are a fan,” Chan concluded with a shrill voice, not quite hiding his panic as well as he thought he did.
“Your biggest,” Minho said like he had no shame. As it was, Minho was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to sleep for the next hundred years with how much that moment was going to haunt him.
“I can see that,” Chan nodded and spared the bedroom another look over his shoulder. “Those aren’t official.”
“No,” Minho replied and cursed himself a little more. Of course, his ego was big enough to plaster his room with pictures of Chan he had taken himself.
“So you’re a fansite,” Chan said, and didn’t even have the decency to make it a question.
Or: It’s been 6 years since Minho broke up with Chan.
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“Cause it’s purple, and I like purple,” Chan said, a carefree smile playing on his lips. Fuck, he was so stupidly charming even through a screen. “Purple reminds me of you.”
“Oh?” Minho was taken aback, a flash of warmth spreading across his face. “Because I had purple hair at one point?”
“Hmm, when we started dating, your hair was purple,” Chan told him, and Minho’s heart squeezed tightly in his chest.
Or, Minho is missing his boyfriend. Chan has a surprise in store for him.
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“But you have to admit that you’ve got a bit of an unhealthy obsession with your car.”
“I have a bit of an unhealthy obsession with you,” Minho said, his hand landing on Chan’s thigh, his smaller hand strong and almost burning through the fabric of Chan’s jeans.
Or, it's supposed to be causal, except it's not anymore to Chan and it hasn't been for a long time.
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“I’ve talked with the team and they’ve all reached an understanding that your time on the rink is sacred, so you won’t have to worry about being interrupted by anyone from now on.”
“But, Chan, I didn’t offer to-”
“Perhaps, except just for me,” Chan said, effectively shutting Minho off who blinked rapidly, looking between his phone and Chan with disbelief. “You might have to worry about being interrupted by me from now on, but I’m sure you’ll get used to me pretty easily. I am, after all, rude and uncooperative. It’s in my nature to get on your nerves,” he finished and winked, leaving Minho gaping after him all the way until the door slammed shut behind him.
Minho once lost everything when he was forced into retirement from competitive figure skating. Chan is insistent on giving him back everything he lost and more - even if it means he'll have to break through the fortress of ice Minho has built around himself.
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“We’re searching for clues,” Chan said, finally offering Jisung an explanation as to what in the world they were doing. “Hence, I am actively searching through a dumpster, trying to solve this mystery.”
“The mystery of why Minho keeps heatedly making out with you before leaving for work?” Jisung wondered, his lips drawn wide in a wicked grin. “I don’t see you complaining."
Or, Minho has made a recent habit of kissing Chan at any given opportunity and Chan cannot for the life of him figure out why. This is the story of him finally getting it.
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I love you, Minho mouthed the confession to the picture of Chan, spilling the words he knew he would never have the confidence to say. He was ashamed of himself for feeling that way towards Chan, who had been nothing but friendly with him the entire time they had lived together.
Chan didn’t like him like that, and soon Chan would find someone else because he was too perfect not to be loved, and then Minho could perhaps finally heal, and get his straying heart to understand that it was hopeless.
Or, 3 times Minho confesses his love to photos of Chan +1 time where Minho confesses his love directly to him
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“You’re lucky I’m not a creature of the night, young lord. You could have been hurt dragging in a stranger in the middle of the night. Who knows if I wanted to steal something… irreplaceable,” the stranger said, eyes flickering over Minho again, lingering on Minho’s throat that was hidden under his tie.
“It would have hurt me more to leave you outside in the cold,” Minho countered, crossing his legs and leaning back on the couch. “It would have been a misfortune for both of us if something happened due to me thinking too highly of myself to help someone in need. And nothing has been stolen as far as I can see.”
Or, the rules are clear - do as you’re told, cover your neck and wrists, sit in the sun, and never let strangers inside. That’s how Minho was raised, his mother’s warning haunting him all the way into adulthood. That is, until one night a handsome stranger knocks on the door, fainting before Minho. For the first time in his life, Minho disobeys, and his life is changed forever.
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“One of me is cute, you clearly agree on that, but imagine two. Now that would be life-altering cute, wouldn’t you agree?” Minho replied impishly, Chan staring at him about as in love as he had been since they slammed into each other that fateful day. “Mini-Minho. Me, but in tiny.”
“Well, I think this version of you is amazing as it is,” Chan said like the whipped man he was. “I suppose two would be double as amazing.”
His hands moved down Minho’s body, settling over Minho’s flat stomach.
Minho wants a pup. Chan is more than willing to put one in him.
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“You ruined my life!” Jeongin shouted, uncaring of the fact that he was earning himself countless curious looks from strangers. “I gave you my whole world, Hyunjin, and we might have been immature and young, but I loved you with my whole heart and you fucking broke it!”
Jeongin placed his palms flat against Hyunjin’s chest, wishing he could reach in a crush the heart he had never managed to capture when he had the chance.
“Innie, please, just listen to me,” Hyunjin begged, his eyes starting to become teary. “I can-”
“I’m done listening to you, Hyunjin,” Jeongin shook his head. “You’ve had 9 years to talk to me. 9 years where I would have listened and bought every single word you said, but now it’s too fucking late for you to come creeping back to me. We’re done.”
Or, after several years abroad, Jeongin is convinced he’s healed and done being heartbroken, but when Hyunjin and the friends they used to share comes crashing back in, Jeongin is less than fine about it all.
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“You’re so possessive you might as well just be a wolf,” Chan taunted, his curly hair falling around his face as he stared down at Minho. He smiled, teeth gleaming dangerously, and Minho wanted to scream at the very thought of them being anywhere near him.
“I’d rather die than be like you,” Minho sneered, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Big surprise,” Chan said in faux shock. “Is the big mighty witch afraid of a bit of teeth?”
Or, Minho finds himself accidentally mated to Chan, the werewolf whose hatred for Minho is rivaled only by Minho’s hatred for him. The worst part of it all? It’s all Minho’s fault.
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“They say you hate him, you know?” Jeongin said quietly, his finger still raised in Minho’s direction. “You never bed him, never savor his cooking, never admire his beauty nor his talents. But I don’t think they’re right.”
“What do you think then?” Chan managed to get out between clenched teeth.
He never intended for Minho to think he was hated, less so to make others think he hated Minho. Given how his family had acted when Chan had simply looked at Minho, Chan doubted they took well to Minho now being presumed hated by his husband.
“I think you love him.”
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Today, according to Jeongin’s app at least, was the lucky day since there was an almost 100% chance of snow.
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“I’m working hard,” Chan reassured him as if his egg-peeling speed was what caused Minho so much suffering. “My Minho-yah doesn’t have to go hungry for much longer,” he added in that annoying sing-a-song voice he always used to calm Minho down.
As if he were a cat.
“Your Minho-yah is suffering,” Minho complained just to play along with Chan’s assumptions. It wouldn’t do his ego well if he knew it was because he looked too handsome that Minho was bemoaning his existence. “If you don’t hurry up, the black hole that is my stomach will soon swallow me whole.”
Or, Chan peels some eggs for Minho and Minho is suffering the entire way through.
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As it has been for generations, the Crown Prince must shoulder the heavy weight of the secret behind the nation’s prosperity. Chan thought he was prepared for the responsibility of carrying that burden, but how can anyone be alright with knowing his country thrives because of the endless torment of a rare and mythical being?
Or, Chan finds a way to free Minho from centuries of imprisonment by marrying him.
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Hindsight is 20/20, or so they say. The amount of cat toys, beds, and scratch posts with the apparent lack of any feline occupants should have made some sort of alarm bell ring in Chan’s mind, but when he had entered the apartment the night before he hadn’t exactly had it in him to focus on other things than the insanely pretty man in his arms.
Perhaps he should have.
Or, Chan's one night stand turns out to be a cat(shifter)
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“I’m just nervous,” Chan said, leaning into Minho’s hand when it came up to cradle his cheek, his palm warm. His breath left him in a shaky exhale, an anticipatory thrill moving through his body as Minho’s thumb brushed over his cheekbone, the sharp nail of his thumb almost piercing the skin. “I’ve been waiting for this day for so long."
“Hmm, have you?” Minho hummed, his hand moving down to Chan’s throat, caressing the ribbon tied around Chan’s neck. He slipped a finger under it and tugged it lightly, smiling when Chan made a noise in the back of his throat. “Is this everything you ever dreamed of?”
Chan nodded a bit belatedly, too captivated by Minho and the movement of his lips to function properly. By all the magic in the world, Chan wanted Minho to ruin him.
Or, after months of waiting, it's finally time for Chan to tie himself to Minho and become part of the Summer Court as his husband.
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“We were ambushed,” Chan explained, his voice like a balm for Minho’s aching body. As long as Chan’s voice was real, Minho could pretend to be fine and keep powering through as if he didn’t hate the reality he had been given.
“Is it an ambush if the enemy doesn’t even possess the mental capacity to plot and strike when we least expect it?”
Or, after days of running and surviving a night Minho thought would be their last, he and Chan share a meal together.
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The Passing of Winter Brings the Cherry Blossoms by flixfreckle
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
22 Feb 2025
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“My father loved me because I am the son of his favored concubine. My brother loves me because he feels guilty that I was the one hurt when someone mistakenly tried to kill me instead of him, and you, Jeongin,” Jisung said, words bitter on his tongue.
Jeongin kept staring at him, his eyes keeping secrets Jisung would never be able to unravel.
“You love me out of duty. Nothing else.”
Or, Jisung has always known his life was not his own. As a prince, he belongs to his country, but he yearns to belong to Jeongin, who should be his soulmate but unfairly isn't.
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“You say that you once held me in high regard,” Chan said, his throat feeling tight as he spoke. “Do you no longer consider me a friend?”
Minho looked at him startled, as if he hadn’t expected Chan to pick out that part of his words and focus on. His lips parted in surprise and Chan wished he didn’t have as much restraint as he had so he could steal Minho away and make him his, but he could never do something like that.
His self-control was too excellent.
Or, shame has permeated Chan’s existence and all of it has to do with how much he longs for his childhood friend. Minho deserves only the best, however Chan can’t give him anything but the worst.
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- Part 2 of The Season of Us
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So, how does one go about losing the love of their life?
Easy enough.
You stop treating them like the love of your life.
Or, the memories of how Minho and Chan found each other, got lost, and made it back home again.