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Minho’s smile softened into a small frown. “The doctor said you’ve lost a few months of your memory, and that this can happen with a severe head injury.”
Jisung squeezed his eyes shut. “This is insane. So I just have months of memories I can’t remember? And not to mention, I can’t even remember how I got here in the first place? And no one wants to tell me?”
The stress was getting to him, and Minho quickly rubbed a gentle thumb over his wrist.
“I know, baby. I know it’s frustrating. But the doctor said you have to remember on your own.”
Or Jisung wakes up in the hospital from a coma with no memory of how he got there, or why his friends and his boyfriend of six years, Minho, won’t tell him what happened
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11 Jun 2026
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“ Lee fucking Minho?” Jisung blurted, blinking in confusion.
It had to be a dream. Or a fever hallucination from too much instant ramen. But no - standing in front of him, was the Lee Minho. Korea’s heartthrob. Actor of the year. Walking Gucci campaign. The dude who made crying in a drama look sexy.
Minho didn’t even flinch. Just huffed out a breath, eyes darting to the front window.
“Hide me.” His eyes flicked to the door “ now.”
They’re falling in love in a convenience store. That’s the plot.
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17 Mar 2026
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Jisung was keeping the volume on his phone pretty low, just in case Changbin’s neighbors didn’t approve of his music choices, so he heard when someone next door stumbled out onto their rooftop, clearly on the phone.
Jisung sunk deeper in the water, not wanting to eavesdrop on the stranger but not able to escape overhearing the broken “fuck you too” and the sobs that followed it. Jisung winced, hoping the neighbor would turn around and head back inside, but it sounded like he had sat down on one of the chairs, his crying a bit more muffled now, as if his head was buried in his hands.
Jisung slowly reached for his phone, wanting to silence his music on the off chance that the neighbor stopped crying and heard him. The trellises blocked the view of next door from the hot tub, so as long as Jisung was quiet, the neighbor would never know that Jisung was intruding on a private moment.
Except of course his stupid finger slipped, and instead of pausing the music, he cranked the volume all the way up.
“Shit,” Jisung fumbled with his phone, finally getting it to shut up, but the silence that followed alerted him to one very important fact. He could no longer hear the neighbor crying.
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17 Mar 2026
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"I used to be an idol." And at Jisung’s silent surprise, he went on. "Not from your generation. I debuted at seventeen, you might not even have been born yet." And if that wasn’t the perfect reminder for Jisung to not forget that Minho was, in fact, much older than him. Eighteen years.
"You said used to—what happened?" Jisung asked, because even though he knew an idol’s career had a limited lifespan—and that most careers peaked and declined after military service—Minho was still handsome enough to have successfully redirected his career if age had really been the problem. Minho could have easily become an actor, or at least a model.
"Ah, I got injured." Minho replied with a faint smile, and under the table, Jisung could tell he was gently tapping his left knee. "A fractured kneecap.”Jisung pressed his lips together, hoping Minho couldn’t read pity in his eyes. Because that wasn’t what he wanted to give him. Compassion, yes—but not pity.
Or: Through a series of events, Jisung finds refuge for a weekend in Minho's house, a former idol who revels in mountains' solitude. Together, they learn to not be alone anymore.
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19 Feb 2026
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Angular face, strong nose, a little threatening, and platinum fucking blonde hair. Defined brows, gentle eyes, built frame that’s obvious even under layers of clothing. Maybe a few centimeters taller than him, the perfect height for Jisung to be able to hook his chin over his shoulder. He even has lips that look like they would slot against Jisung’s like a puzzle piece, a factor he hadn’t thought to consider before but has now been added to his mental list of ideal-partner qualities.
Jisung isn’t sure what divine intervention placed him right here, right now but it can’t be a coincidence. This god-level beauty was sent to be his savior.
Jisung tries to ward off the creeps who hit on him at the bar by telling them about his fake husband. Lee Minho is prime
fakehusband material.Bookmarked by romeemoon
19 Feb 2026