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Minho is a bartender at an exclusive high-end nightclub for Seoul’s elite. Jisung is the spoiled brat that keeps coming back to specifically request his service every Saturday night. Maybe it’s time Minho gives Jisung the service he’s actually gagging for.
uhhh like on hiatus but you can read two chapters as stand alone
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Felix jokingly tells Jisung he should visit the local tsundere maid café. Jisung can't get the thought out of his head.
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The waiter in front of him is so, so, so hot.
‘My name is Minho,’ he says. ‘Not that I think you really deserve to know that. Come on, let me find you a table.’ He spins on his heel and starts walking towards the back of the café.
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- Part 1 of maid it up
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Throughout the day Minho teases Jisung as they work, slowly driving him crazy. Things kick off when they get home and Jisung is forced to drink a lot of water. That's when all of the real fun starts, especially when Minho has to attend a virtual meeting.
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- Part 46 of Male Kpop Piss/Omorashi Requests
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“Minho,” Han says, slowly grinding out his name through a clenched jaw.
Minho hums his acknowledgment and looks up, blinking at Han all wide-eyed and innocent-like.
“Can you pass the salmon?”
“If you throw in ‘please’ and ‘hyung,’ I’ll consider it."
“Keep dreaming,” Han scoffs.
“Stay hungry, then.”
OR: Minho takes it upon himself to try and tame Han's bratty nature.
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the difference between prayer & mercy (is how you move the tongue) by postday
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
25 Jun 2024
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“Did you make a new friend, jagiya?” Minho’s voice was soft and tinkling but the look on his face was pure violence.
The man pulled back and if Jisung's own head wasn’t ringing with alarm bells then he might have appreciated the animal fear in the man’s eyes as he retracted his hand.
“No,” Jisung managed, hardly above a whisper.
The man looked at him now, eyes boring into the side of him but Jisung didn’t look back. He wondered if the man was noticing the details he’d neglected before. Namely that the gold chain around his neck—while pretty—wasn’t nearly as eye-catching as the mottled constellation of bruises adorning his neck.
“No?” Minho mocked, voice a soft coo. “Not a new friend? Well then perhaps a stranger. Strangers shouldn’t touch what doesn’t belong to them.”
OR: A man at a party approaches Jisung. Minho takes him home and reminds him who he belongs to.