Opposites, but Enemies? || l.m + h.j

Opposites, but Enemies? || l.m + h.j

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Stray Kids
Lee Minho and Han Jisung were two very different individuals. Minho liked sports and was a 'jock'. Jisung loved music and producing the arts, he was considered 'Nerdy' or 'Weird'. Very different right? One thing they had in common, they hated eachother. That was until Jisung was desperate for help. . ⚠️ This story contains homophobia, abuse, violence, and other mature topics. If you're uncomfortable please skip chapters with warning signs, or don't read at all. Note: I'm not sexualizing real* Minho or Jisung, this is purely fanfiction and I'm not assuming their sexualities. (Edit; PLS DONT TAKE THIS FIC SERIOUSLY, I WROTE IT FOR FUN SO THE PLOT KINDA SUCKS AND IM ALSO A NEW WRITER 😣 AND THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT EVEN MONTHS AFTER!!!) OMG THANKS FOR 100K READS??!!?!?! Highest rankings #3 leeminho #6 minsung #10 straykids
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Camera

My escape from Springfield, Massachusetts, came in the form of an exchange program to New Delhi, India, one plane ticket for 11:00 am on the thirteenth of July. I left, taking a big suitcase and my camera. I told myself I left for the experience I'd have there, but maybe I left because of the experience I'd had here. I don't know. All I know is that I left, and then I met Maya Sumedh. Luke Waters came into my life at 12:00 pm on the fourteenth of July, a Saturday. Probably the weirdest Saturday of my life - I picked up a cute guy from the airport, was in a car crash and stayed up the whole night talking to said cute guy. Maybe I even fell in love but I didn't know it until much later. All we had was four months and camera. A camera which proved more important than we ever imagined.

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