[COMPLETE] jisung writes up to 19 poems about his crush, lee minho. he never reaches 20.

❝ i'll know it's you. i could never forget your voice, baby. ❞ 𝙖 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 (??) 𝙖𝙪 ✎. ° 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙪𝙥𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 [; for author reference ] 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: °. '*' #1 fanfiction #1 hanjisung #1 textingau

Everyone can fall in love for their friends, right? But It's complicate, very complicate, very scary? very hard. What If I lose him? How would it feel to live without someone who you know since you were born. How would that be feeling? But...How would he feel? To find out that his best friend fall in love with him? See? Very difficult.

[COMPLETED] Ramè: (n) something that is both chaotic and joyful at the same time -- Jisung gets a job as an assistant for the notorious Lee Minho but ends up getting more than he bargained for

Where Minho is a cute weirdo. Mincats: can cats and dogs have sex? I want Hyunjin's dog to have sex with my cat SexygodSung: what the fuck #13 in dumb 💀 #11 in dumb 6/4/20 eye- #12 in dumb 15/4/20 🥺✌️ #3 in dumb 22/4/20 LMFAO © Jisunghans_™

The scars around Minho's wrist? They're just from fighting. Or at least that's what everyone assumes. Jisung, on the other hand, has a feeling there's a darker backstory to it than what everyone says and he's determined to find out. In which Minho is known to be the cold hearted gang member, but that all changes when he has to sit next to Jisung in class. - *the scars are NOT from self harm* DO NOT SKIP THE INTRO CHAPTER. Read it, it has the TWs and other important info needed.

" He is just a sick boy " I don't want to admit but I care for him. He is so innocent. 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 !

"If you ever dare to tell anyone about this, I'll kill you, understood?!" Jisung mysteriously travels back in time and is confronted with a completely different life and a prince that everyone is afraid of. Unfortunately exactly that prince starts to be interested in the weird guy from the future.

[en] ; enemies to lovers my mind has never forgotten that someone who was let through my colors, who was the only one privileged to touch me with more than just hatred, although never sure why my eyes were only focused on him and why my hands were so keen on feeling every inch of his skin where his sweaters tended to slip off his shoulder. my mind never forgot Minho, so to say i was taken aback as soon as my eyes landed on him after so many years of nothing was an understatement. "the only thing i ever wanted was the heat of your touch on my skin." or: in which Jisung and Minho painted each others skin with blues and purples back in high school and crossed paths again years later. [!!!] ; "where there's shadow, there's light" on ao3

"but you loved me, right?"