A Dazed Scent (WIP)

A Dazed Scent (WIP)

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Fanfic
Stray Kids
Slowburn emotive fanfic of reader x "Lee Minho" (a character of the story - obv a fake ver of lee know) A boy who unveiled her true desires A girl who pulled him apart so he truly appreciates himself Tryna paint him as close as I can to personality of lino! ofc - had to make up loadsa bits, but tried to use most resemblance of who he presents himself in skz! Minho, never felt the need to stretch past boundaries of emotional expression; there was nothing to draw it out anyway. Usually seen as odd; puts on a silly persona. Always perceived himself as a bland typa person. Admires the way in which others have so much feeling + emotion in them, but never cared enough to apply it to himself. Does however, instinctively have a natural care and empathy for people. Especially y/n. Until a confusing force recoils the person he never knew he had in him, out of him. He feels himself euphorically drowning in this new sensation because of her. His stoicism is put to the test when he's met with this feeling for y/n Y/N, a dreamer with vivid views of what her life can be in orange and pink hues. Not rlly close with anyone - her world is in her head. Can't pinpoint what she dreams of specifically, but all she's full of wonder, loves and admires the beautiful feelings people feel. Like minho, she doesn't feel the need to apply these strong feelings of emotion to her self, admiring these vivid hues from afar which fill her own hue. she discovers him in her "vivid hue" while he notices what he missed out; overwhelming sentience. it'll be confusing and make them feel dazed for sure, but the aromatic scent is irresistible. Nun of that eugh mafia alpha personality shit u see in watpad stories 😭 srry if ur here for that, but hes still a goof + presented as hot asf WARNING ⚠️ : Might write some smut init later. Dw, it'd be skipable if ur here for innocent pretty love OTHER WARNINGS ⚠️: Mental illneses depicted through m/c. Can be distressful - I accentuate it
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Jisung is exhausted. Worn thin by performance, expectation, and a life lived in full view, he stumbles into a small café on a rainy morning in a city that never really slows down. Tucked between a laundromat and a boarded-up bookstore, it's the kind of place that offers warmth without questions. Rin has built a life out of quiet routines: early shifts, stubborn machinery, mismatched mugs, and a café that feels more like shelter than business. She doesn't recognize the masked stranger with the overly specific coffee order and tired eyes - and when he returns the next day, and the day after that, she lets him stay anonymous. As the days unfold, something gentle takes shape between them in the spaces between words: in shared silence, late-night cleanups, bad chalkboard jokes, and the comfort of being known without explanation. She doesn't know who he is. He doesn't know she's been trying to outrun her own past. But inside this little café, they find something neither of them expected: a place to belong. Until the world outside finds its way in. ━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━━━━ This is a soft slice-of-life friendship story set in a quiet café. It's platonic, grounded, and full of late-night vulnerability, awkward honesty, quiet defiance, and tea that says everything they won't. No romance. Just two people learning to be themselves - slowly, safely, together. A soft, platonic story about showing up, staying quiet, and finding home where you weren't looking for it. Thanks for reading. I hope this feels like a warm drink on a heavy day. ~CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING~

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