Minsung Mafia

Mafia Boss' Son Jisung x Bodyguard Minho

Minsung Omegaverse 6

Stray Kids pack gets a new alpha.

Minsung Mafia 2

Kidnapped Jisung x Mafia Minho

Minsung SpiderMan AU

Spider-Man Jisung

Minsung Omegaverse 4

Abused Omega Minho

Minsung Royalty

King Minho x Concubine Jisung

Minsung Fantasy 2

Soulmates, Thief Mage Jisung x Prince Minho

Minsung Royalty 3

Prince Jisung x Assassin Minho

Minsung Hogwarts AU

Reluctant Slytherin Jisung

Han Jisung Omegavers

Omega Jisung - Photos Leaked

Pregnant Minho

Minsung, Famous Jisung

Minsung

Rich Minho x Poor Jisung

Minsung Royalty

"Minho..." Minho stands in front of the king's throne - his father's throne. "I don't want to meet him. I don't want to talk to him. And I definitely don't want to *marry* him." His father sighs. "You must, Minho. This alliance will be mutually beneficial for both us and the kingdom of Lenvanter. You won't even have to spend all that much time with him. Just be polite, sit through the marriage, and then he'll return to Levanter and you won't have to see him again until one of you is crowned a king." Minho's face still wears a frown, the one he's been wearing since he was called into the throne room. His father sighs. Again. "Is it about the rumors? About Levanter?" It's not, not really, but Minho's run out of any other reasons to complain. "They say they're... strange. Backwards. Improper." His father gives him a look. "They're different. But you will show your husband-to-be the respect his position calls for, regardless of what you may think of his... mannerisms." Minho's about to speak up again, but he's stopped by the voice of Changbin, a royal attendant, calling out from the door to the throne room loud enough to be heard from where the king and his son are located. "Present His Majesty, Prince of Levanter, Princess Consort-to-be of Miroh, Han Jisung."

Minsung

Jisung's boyfriend sucks. Minho... doesn't.

Minsung Argument 2

Jisung is drunk, Minho is angry.

Minsung Mafia

At the head of a long, pristine table sits Minho, somehow looking down at its other occupants, despite not actually being above them height-wise. He's as imposing as he always is.

Gods Minsung

"Do you think he'll show up?" "I doubt it. He hasn't in centuries." Jisung hears the whispers, the gossip, and ignores it. He knows who they're talking about. *Minho.* Whatever. He doesn't care. Why would he? Seungmin approaches him. The way the younger deity looks at him makes it pretty obvious that he can sense Jisung's irritated mood, but he thankfully doesn't comment on it.

Succubus Jisung

Minsung, Succubus Jisung x Human Minho

Minsung Omegaverse

Omega Jisung, Royalty Minho

Minsung Fantasy

Mage Jisung x Prince Minho

Witch Han Jisung

Minsung College AU

Minsung Mafia

Mafia Minho x Student Jisung

Minsung Omegaverse

Jisung is woken from his slumber by the blaring of the alarm. There's an intruder. He doesn't bother going to help, knowing that Chan is awake and will probably be able to handle it easily. He's proved right a few moments later when the alarm stops and a voice comes over the speaker, announcing that the intruder has been detained. Jisung's already been forced awake, though. Ugh. By the time he sits up, a fresh cup of coffee's been placed on his nightstand - they've all learned by now that a caffeine-deprived Jisung is not something anyone wants to deal with. He heads down to the main room soon after, where Chan stands in front of a few others, in conversation. Jisung goes up to him. "Intruder, huh?" Chan turns to him, giving him a little smile. "Yea. Some omega guy trying to get into the back room."

Minsung Teacher

Teacher Minho x Single Father Jisung, Parent's Day

Minsung Fantasy

Fae Prince Jisung x Human Minho

Kids Minsung

"Minho-yah!" The schoolboy is shaken out of his thoughts by the little footsteps hurrying toward him. He's still wearing a little pout from when the teacher had reprimanded him earlier, hair covering his eyes as if it would hide his invisible shame. "Minho-yah!" Jisung skids to a stop next to him. He looks up at Minho - only by two inches, but still, Minho is *taller* - and smiles. "Hi!"

Camboy Lee Know

The camera clicks on. The comments start rolling in. Minho looks as beautiful as always. He's still put together, his clothes are still on, but that'll all change within the hour.

Casino Minsung

Jisung huffs as the men with suits and guns in their belts push him forward roughly. "This is so unfair." "Shut up," one of them barks. "The boss wants to see you." "You can't kill me for 'making too much money'. It's not my fault I'm good at poker!" "You're cheating," the other one says only mildly less gruffly. "Am not! This is injustice. I demand-" One of them pulls open a fancy wooden door and shoves him inside, where he barely keeps himself from falling over. The door is slammed shut behind him.

Minsung Enemies

"What the fuck are you doing here??" Jisung's being harsh, risking ruining the mood at his best friend's birthday party, but he can't bring himself to feel bad. Not when Lee fucking Minho is somehow sitting in Jisung's very own (shared with Changbin) apartment. "Hyunjin invited me." He's so nonchalant about it, it only makes the fury in Jisung's blood rise.

Minsung Omegaverse 2

Minho x Popular Omega Jisung

Lee Know Omegaverse

Minho's routine is perfect. He wakes up early - very early - and showers, completes his hair and skincare routine, goes downstairs to cook breakfast for the rest of the house omegas, eats his own portion - a perfectly reasonable amount of food to eat - before going back upstairs to wake up each of his housemates with a smile and going back to his room to do his hair and makeup, leaving him enough time to complete most of his chores before morning classes begin. Minho's routine is perfect. Minho is perfect. He's the perfect omega. He's smart, driven, graceful, dedicated to the idea of being perfect for his future alpha.

Han Jisung

Prince of Hell Jisung

Minsung Dispatch

***HAN JISUNG AND LEE MINHO SPOTTED INTIMATELY TOGETHER AFTER LA FASHION EVENT: CHEATING OR ENGAGED?*** *Controversy arised at photos leaked of the two, due to the fact that the Korean-American actor, singer, and music producer Han Jisung has been publicly engaged since last September, though the identity of his fiancé(e?) is unknown. Many at first assumed that this was a classic story of a celebrity being caught cheating, but as it's blown up, another theory has arisen; could Lee Minho, Korean actor and former idol, be Han Jisung's mystery fiancé?*

Minsung Mafia

Hyeejin and Dohyun are sitting at the receptionist desk and pretending to be doing their work when a man walks through the door to the office and walks up to the desk, smiling as he looks at them. "Hello! I'm looking for Lee Minho." His smile is heart-shaped, hair tousled in a way that somehow looks good and not messy. He looks like he belongs on a stage, or a magazine cover, not a mafia's headquarters. Hyeejin and Dohyun exchange a glance. *This* man is looking for Lee Minho? Their boss, a man so terrifying even they are too scared to gossip about within the walls of the office for fear of somehow being heard by him and drawing his ire. This man, who can best be described as soft, and fragile-looking. Who looks like the kind of person Lee Minho-nim chews up and spits out without a second glance. "...are you suuure?" Hyeejin asks tentatively.

FWB Minsung

Unrequited Love

Minsung Omegaverse

Jisung yawns from where he lazes on the couch. Minho's couch. The elder is in the kitchen, cooking or preparing snacks or something. Jisung's still trying to shake off the last dredges of his just ended heat. Technically, it's supposed to be over by now, and yet his cramps haven't gotten the memo.

Minsung

Jisung huffs, slumping down in the passenger seat of Minho's too-expensive car. "You're overreacting," Jisung says as he fiddles with the emerald necklace around his neck. He's pretty sure Minho put a tracker in it before he gifted it to him.

Minsung

It was just supposed to be a simple misson. Sneak in, steal the information, sneak out. The place was only about as guarded as Minho would expect for a gang as large as theirs. It seemed like an easy enough mission. Until Minho's snuck in, hiding in the shadows as he makes his way to the right room- and stops. There, lounging on a plush sofa and surrounded by men in stuffy business suits, is the prettiest hybrid Minho's ever seen.

Minsung Sci-Fi

After months of work, Jisung's project is finally complete, ready to be turned on and tested. Lee Minho, version VIII.

3RACHA

Jisung's in Chan and Changbin's bed, squished between them with all of their legs tangled together. Somehow, in all their years of friendship and then even more years of two parts friendship one part committed relationship, they manage to never make him feel like a third wheel, he's never been an unnecessary extra- it's like those three piece heart necklaces where the outside two pieces can make a heart, and Jisung's the middle one, fit in between to make an even better heart.

Minsung Omegaverse

Minho's nose twitches, and he sighs, the knife in his hand quickening as he cuts up vegetables with a vicious pace. Everywhere he goes, ever since he joined the Bang pack, he's been smelling it. Chocolate and sour cherries and *omega*. Han Jisung. The Bang pack's darling omega, who can do anything and everything seemingly perfectly. Who had to stop accepting courting gifts just two days after the courting season started because he'd already received too many.

Minsung

Minho's getting annoyed with his roommate, Jisung.

Hybrid Lee Know

"Ah, this one is a real beauty. Number 117, or Lino, they like to call him. A shorthair hybrid. What makes our Lino so special- yes, there, you see. A particularly high percentage of cat in his DNA gives him those teeth, those eyes, and that beautiful tail. A real rare beauty. Of course, he's never been touched, perfectly healthy, all tests up to date. So, ladies and gentlemen, we'll begin the bid at $50,000!"

Minsung Fantasy

Werewolf Jisung

Fem Han Jisung

Jisu flips her hair as she idly listens to Chaebin's gushing about some girl in her music class. "Her freckles, oh my god, she was blessed by the sun god, do you think she'd let me kiss them? Or even just count them-"

Minsung Mafia

Jisung pushes the door to Minho's apartment open, casually dropping his bag and kicking his shoes off. He knows Minho doesn't have work today, and has therefore decided to surprise his boyfriend by gracing him with Jisung's lovely presence. Everything is quiet - oddly silent, really - as he pads down the hallway. Until he's frozen in his tracks by that distinct *click* sound, and he looks up to see a man he's never met, standing in Minho's apartment and pointing a gun at Jisung's head.

Vampires Minsung

Vampire Jisung x Vampire Minho

Minsung Omegaverse

"New omega coming in today." Jisung perks up at Chan's words. "Really?" "Mhm." Jisung watches Chan pull something up on his laptop. "Uhh... Lee Minho's his name. Graduated with a degree in dance, got married barely a month later, divorced last April."

Minsung Omegaverse

Lee Minho doesn't date alphas. Everyone knows it. No matter how many line up to try their luck with him, they're all turned away. He might let one into his nest for a night, occasionally, and everyone knows when it happens because that alpha never misses a chance to brag about scoring *the* Lee Minho. But he much prefers betas, or other omegas, and he'll even date one once in a while, though it's never been for longer than two months. And never an alpha. Of course not; he doesn't date alphas.

Minsung Swordfight

Jisung pushes his sword forward with not a blink of an eye to spare, Minho's blade coming down on his so furiously he almost thinks he sees sparks.

Minsung 13

Jisung is Chan's little brother.

Minsung HighSchool 2

Golden Boy Minho x High School Outcast Jisung

Minsung Serial Kille

Writer Minho x Serial Killer(?) Jisung

Minsung

Assassin Minho x Weapons Dealer(?) Jisung

Minsung

Reverse Fake Dating

Minsung Royalty

Prince Minho x Concubine Jisung

Minsung Fantasy

Demon Jisung bound to Minho

Minsung Royalty

King Minho, Soulmates

Minsung HeroxVillain

***After his most recent string of attacks, J.One has become Korea's Number One Most Wanted Villain.*** Minho stares at the television as it plays the news, explaining how he'd hit several known hero bases, damaged operations and managed to escape each and every single time. He balls his hands into fists in frustration. He's one of Korea's greatest heroes, and the one and only time he had a shot at catching J.One, he slipped up. The other four in his team sit around him, watching the news in similarly dejected moods. "How the hell does he do it?"

Minsung Mafia

Jisung exits the kitchen after grabbing a glass of water, padding toward the stairs to go back to sleep. Then there's a creak at the door, and Minho steps inside- still wearing his business suit, and covered in blood.

Minsung Psych Ward

New Arrival Jisung

Fantasy Minsung

Lee Minho. Lee Know, the most powerful alpha in- maybe all of Seoul. Known for his fierce brutality, for having never lost a fight in his life, for destroying all who challenge him with vicious precision. Known for his power. And yet... it's not even his. Minho trudges through the snow-covered ground of dead leaves and sticks. It's a two hour trek, cold and miserable and painfully quiet, until he reaches his destination, the unassuming hut so far out of the way Minho wouldn't be surprised if he's the only human to have ever reached it. He climbs the steps, exhaling softly before he knocks on the door. It swings open exactly three seconds later, no one standing in the entrance. Minho steps inside as if it's perfectly normal for a door to open itself- after all, here, at least, it is. "Minho-ssi, yes?" The voice comes from inside, just barely audible over the barking noises. "Channie, shh. Let me hear our guest." The barking peters off. Minho walks down the hallway after removing his shoes and coat, stopping when he reaches the main room. A cauldron in the center of the room, bubbling and steaming with something as its owner stands on the opposite side of the room from Minho. Han Jisung. Jisung doesn't even look up, engrossed in a book. "Minho-ssi. What brings you back so soon?" "..." Minho sighs, bracing himself. "...I need more power."

Minsung Omegaverse

Infertile Jisung

Pregnant Han Jisung

Minsung (mpreg)

Royalty Minsung

Married Minsung

Minsung Mates

Jisung holds the young pup in his arms as she squirms, tries to jump out of his hold and go back to playing. "No, Yun-ah, I'm sorry, it's time to shift back. It's almost dinner, your mama's missing you." He speaks softly, gently, as the pup gradually calms, before finally morphing back into human form. He smiles at her, places her down and takes her hand in his. She pouts but doesn't fight him. As he turns around to guide them both back to the pack main hall, he's startled by the sight of a man standing right in his path, barely fifteen feet away. Jisung's definitely never seen him before. He would remember anyone who looked... like *that*.

Minsung Omegaverse

Omega Jisung, Heat Room

Minsung ATLA AU 2

Jisung sits upon the throne of the Fire Lord, just a little bit bored out of him mind. His main advisor approaches. "There's one more requesting an audience with you today. A waterbender. Says he's come all the way from the Southern Water Tribe and has a request of the Fire Lord."

Dance Captain Minho

Minsung

Hybrid Minho

Minho hates the muzzle. Hates it with all the passion in the world. Just because he bites or snarls or bares his teeth or tries to scratch a caretaker doesn't mean he should have to wear that metal contraption from hell.

Exes Minsung

Jisung sighs as he leaves the studio. It went well, all things considered, with Chan and Changbin there to help him when inspiration flatlined. But now he's tired, and he still has to go get groceries, and he can't even comprehend the thought of doing more cooking than putting instant ramyeon in the microwave, and- Someone grabs his arms and tugs him into an empty alley. He flails slightly as he’s pushed harshly into a wall. "Hey, what-" "Shut up." A rough voice, ugly face. "You're that rapper, aren't you?" A sick grin. "Bet someone'll pay a crap ton of money for you." Jisung's mouth is still open in a mix of pain and shock, still frozen still from the surprise. And then someone's grabbing the would-be kidnapper, shoving him off to the side, hard enough that he slams into the opposite brick wall and collapses to the ground. Jisung breathes in, out, harsh and heavy, trying to comprehend- "What the fuck is happening?" His supposed savior holds a hand out to steady him. "Sorry about that, I probably should have realized what was going on sooner-" "Who the fuck *are you*?" Jisung shakes the hand off just a bit frantically. The man holds his hands up in the air placatingly. "Sorry, sorry. Um- okay, so, don't freak out..." "Too fucking late for that, dude!" Jisung is this close to starting to hyperventilate. "Okay, well- I'm trying my best here!" The man looks strangely... uneasy. "I... I work for Lee Minho." ...Oh. An exhale escapes him, harsh and this close to a bitter laugh. "You- what??" Lee Minho. Jisung hasn't seen Minho in... what, seven years? Since they split. Since Jisung's parents were entirely clear- Lee Minho was the worst of influences, and Jisung was to never see him again. At fifteen, Jisung didn't understand at all. Was it because he was gay? He'd argued and fought, and hadn't given up until they'd caved and told him the real reason. Minho's parents were mafia. Jisung's high school boyfriend was a fucking future mafia boss.

Villain Minho

Minsung

Housewife Jisung

Jisung pads around the kitchen, humming idly as he prepares dinner for two with his little pink apron is tied tightly around his waist.

Demon Summoner 한지성

Han Jisung summons a demon

Minsung Fantasy 6

Mer Minho

Minsung

SKZ Family High School AU

Minsung 3

"Jisung-ah...?"

Minsung Omegaverse

Han Jisung. The prettiest omega on campus, if you ask anyone with at least two brain cells to rub together. Minho needs him.

Minsung Fantasy 5

Prince Jisung x Fae Minho

Minsung Royalty

Prince Minho, "May I have this dance?"

Minsu

Lee Minhee is, in Jisu's official opinion, a work of art. A being sculpted by the hands of God herself and specifically designed to personally ruin Han Jisu's life. Cat eyes that shine with stars in them. Silky purple strands of hair that Jisu's fingers twitch and beg to run through. An unpredictable mix of sinfully cute and unfairly irresistible; kitten-soft pink sweater one day, a strappy little thing the next. It makes her eyes water. And her mouth. And her-

Minsung Royalty

Han Jisung. *King* Han Jisung. Some would say he rules with an iron fist. Revered by some, but feared by all. Besides Minho, of course.

Minsung High School

Of course Jisung knows who Lee Minho is. Everyone knows who Lee Minho is. The school's resident 'bad boy', if one were to use stereotypical cliches to describe him. Constantly skips school, gets into fights, the whole deal. Everyone knows who Lee Minho is.

Minsung HighSchool 3

Korean Exchange Student Minho

Minsung Mafia

Jisung trudges inside, sighing softly to himself as he hangs his coat in the entryway. His shoulders feel stiff, heavy, yet somehow simultaneously drooping with his exhaustion. Seojoon hadn't returned home yesterday. He'd been a good husband, all things considered, spoiling Jisung with money and gifts of all sorts even though the passion they'd once had had long since simmered to a sort of weary acceptance of their cohabitation. But Jisung wouldn't have thought he'd be the type of man to just up aand leave without so much as a note or text. And he didn't take any of his things, either... "Hello." Jisung starts, nearly jumping as he whirls around, to see- *Oh.* *Fuck.* *Lee Minho is sitting on my couch.* *So-much-larger-than-life-that-Jisung-almost-thought-he-was-fictional Crime Boss Lee Know is sitting on the couch.* "Your husband is no longer among us." Crime Boss Lee Minho reaches into his pocket, extracting a gun and pointing it directly at Jisung's head. "Unfortunately, your late husband owed my organization a sizable amount of money... and you'll be the payment."

Minsung Secret R 2

Popular Minho, Secret Relationship

Minsung Omegaverse 5

New pack member.

Minsung Criminals

"Fancy seeing you here." Jisung smirks, and it infuriates Minho almost as much as it turns him on. 'Here' is one of Seoul's most prestigious museums at 2:30 AM, halfway through stealing a piece of artwork that in Minho's expert opinion looks like shit but will probably still sell for several billion won. This painting was only meant to be in town for a few more weeks, so *of course* Jisung is here too. Minho should have expected it, honestly.

Minsung

Jisung didn't mean to anger Minho. He didn't, really. He'd only been standing awkwardly near the food tables, trying not to make eye contact with any of the absurdly rich and powerful people in this room. Minho had left him with a soft murmur of 'be good' in order to talk with some business partners that were also here. Jisung hadn't meant for the unfamiliar man to approach him, to take his hand from where it was limp at his side and press a kiss to it- he knows he should have pulled back, should have said sorry but excuse me and run off before Minho returned, inserted himself in front of Jisung and shooed the man off with an icy, the exact words he'd said having swum far over Jisung's foggy, anxiety-ridden head. He'd left quickly with an apology to Minho and Minho had turned to Jisung, had barely looked at him, words clipped. *"Go to the car. I'll be there in five minutes. We're leaving."*

Minsung 7MinInHeaven

Seven Minutes in Heaven

Minsung Omegaverse 4

Omega Jisung secretly in heat.

Omegaverse Minsung

"Minho-yah, how are you? Are you eating enough? Sleeping enough? Making sure you don't overexert?" "Are you taking your scent blockers? You're not getting overwhelmed by all of your roommates, are you? I'm telling you, we can get an apartment near you and you can move back in with us, living with all those alphas must be--" Minho cuts his parents off from their rapid-fire through the phone speaker. "I'm fine, I'm fine! You really don't have to do that, I promise. I'm eating fine, I'm sleeping fine, practice is hard but everything is going well, and, yes, *of course* I'm taking my scent blockers. Living with the others is..."

Minsung Omegaverse 3

Jisung works as a heat aid.

Minsung Parent

"Han Jisung. Here to drop off Dohyun, it's his first day." The man - Han Jisung, as Minho has just learned - is ridiculously cute, with his khakis and circular-framed glasses and puffy cheeks, and also surprisingly young for a father of a four year old child.

Minsung Robot

"Welcome home, Minho-ssi!" Minho only nods in reply as he allows the android to pull his jacket off and fold it neatly, Jisung's movements smooth and methodical. The robot doesn't mind the lack of verbal response, of course. "How was work?"

Minsung Famous Han

Han Jisung of 3RACHA isn't just famous. He's *famous* famous. Practically everyone in the country knows his name, even if they're not fans of his group. And, you know, he's hot. With such a massive fan following and objectively good looks, it's no surprise that he has a large number of fangirls (and fanboys). So when he's on stage and someone screams out *"MARRY ME!"* so loud it can actually be heard over the roaring crowd? That's not a massive shock. What sends the entire fucking world into a tizzy is when he puts the microphone up to his mouth as responds, "Sorry, I don't think my boyfriend would like that." Minho finds this out the next morning with the rest of the world, when every fan-taken angle of the seven-second clip has gone viral on every platform, and Minho stares at it in shock, the TikTok auto-looping over and over and over. Just yesterday, not a soul on the Earth besides the two of them knew that Lee Minho is dating *the* Han Jisung. And, well, that's still true, because nobody knows it's him, but now everybody has heard him say he has one. 'Han Jisung's Boyfriend???' is trending on Twitter and everything.

Minsung

Minho returns to the dorm, kicking off his jacket and shoes as he walks inside. He freezes when he steps into the living room, staring at the scene before him. Jisung, Chan, and Changbin sit in a circle, and in the center is a truly comically pile of envelopes in every color, shape, and size, surrounded by a few significantly smaller piles. "...What are you doing?" Minho has to ask. They look up in unison, Jisung grinning widely at Minho. "Oh, you're back, hyung!" He waves a neon pink letter in the air as if that explains anything. "We're going through all the confessions Jisung's gotten," Chan elaborates. "and sorting them by gender and year."

Minsung Fantasy

Werecat Minho x Human(?) Jisung

Outcasted Jisung

Minsung, Hated Jisung

Minsung

Jisung sighs as he lazes at Minho's feet, stretching his limbs and yawning. He's soaking up the sunlight, smiling to himself, perfectly satisfied.

Minsung High School

Holy shit, Unfairly Hot Boy is talking to him.

Minsung SKZ Family

*Minhee looks up at him, a smirk on her lips as she speaks.* "Come on, Han-ah, you know you want to." *Jisung feels dizzy with the way her gaze makes him feel, the guilt and shame in the pit of his stomach. This is wrong, this is so wrong... and yet he just can't help himself.*

Minsung Fantasy 3

Slacker Prince Jisung

Minsung 5

Famous Han Jisung attending college.

Minsung 9

Minho's ignoring Jisung.

Minsung Obsession

Minho clenches his fists. His friends just don't understand. They think he's just a little too obsessed with his favorite idol, equal parts delusional and desperate. They don't understand. Jisungie is *his*.

Minsung Fantasy

Minho descends the basements steps, feeling the air get thicker with every step. He's been wondering what's down there ever since Felix invited him to live in the younger prince's castle a few months ago and Minho - bored and with nothing requiring him to return to his father's estate until he takes over lordship - said sure. That was when he was first introduced to the absolute magical extravagance that is the royal castle of Levanter. It floats in the center of a lake so shiny it looks like the water is made of silver, a magical bridge that only appears for Prince Felix and anyone he deems friendly. The whole place hums with a sort of energy that had made Minho felt strangely nervous and jumpy for the first few days until he eventually got used to it. There's designs and runes and strange writing carved into all sorts of things, walls and columns and sculptures and ceilings, which apparently all contributes to the magic. Glimmering arrows appear to guide visitors if they so much as utter the words 'dining room', which had been one piece of magic that Minho had taken liberal advantage of in his first few weeks. Decor and design and even the very base layout of the castle are subject to change at any moment, sometimes at Felix's will, and sometimes seemingly at random. And yet it doesn't occur to Minho until three months after his arrival to actually ask *how* in the world any of it is possible. Apparently, the answer lives in the basement. "Oh! I should have thought to explain it to you, sorry." Felix had grinned sheepishly when Minho had asked. "It's all thanks to Jisung." Jisung. A genius faerie who has lived under Minho's feet this whole time. "No one's really sure how long he's been here." Minho had gone to Jeongin after Felix had been pulled away mid-conversation for princely duties. "Longer than any of us have been alive."

Minsung

Lee Minho is driving Jisung absolutely insane. He's absurdly hot, kind of a massive flirt, and Jisung is confident enough in himself to believe that Minho is interested. But whenever Jisung flirts back, does or says anything even mildly suggestive, Minho's eyes go wide and he runs off as quickly as possible. Frankly, it's ridiculous. Today, this game of cat and mouse will end, or Jisung will die trying.

Minsung OpenRelation

Open Relationship Minsung

Minsung 5

Deity Jisung x Human Minho in trouble

Minsung Omegaverse

College AU, Omega Jisung (in heat)

Minsung Soulmates

On your eighteenth birthday, you get a mark. Not your first mark, not for most. Most manage to form at least one deep emotional connection throughout childhood. Jisung himself has had two familial marks from infancy - his parents - and two emotional that developed during his adolescent years. Chan and Changbin. But in your eighteenth, you get a romantic mark. Different from the others. *More*. Jisung's eighteenth birthday begins in three, two, one...

Minsung OmegaxAlpha

Lee Minho smells like heaven. Cinnamon and honey and spun-sugar, thick and soft and sweet. Jisung feels a little drunk on it. Jisung's probably staring, but he can't bring himself to care, because not only does Minho smell amazing, he's really, really hot. Compared to him, Jisung is so...juvenile. Strawberry and cheesecake, childishly sweet, and a face that still has him constantly getting ID'ed even at twenty-four. *Minho is so far out of his league.* "Jisung? Are you there?"

Minsung Superpowers

The guards patting Minho down are careful, thorough. It makes sense, sure, but it's still irritating just how long the security process has been. "Alright. You're clear to enter. Just remember--" Minho cuts the guard off. "I know, I know, don't mention my power, and definitely don't use it." The guard huffs a little at being interrupted, but nods. "No exceptions. He's dangerous." Minho barely refrains from rolling his eyes. He knows, God he knows, he'd had to jump through so many hoops just to get the chance to do this. He walks into the room.

Minsung

"Hey? Did you hear?" "Yea, someone said they saw Lee Minho outside!" "*The* Lee Minho? No way!" "No way the real Lee Minho is *here*." Jisung pushes through the throngs of people, all only talking about one thing. Lee Minho. He finally spots Changbin and Felix, has to push his way over to reach where they're stood.

Minsung DnD AU

Something grabs Jisung's arm and pulls him into an alley, making him stumble as he turns to find the source. What the... "You're Han Jisung, aren't you? The sorcerer?" A man stares at Jisung. An absurdly handsome one, but that's not important right now. "Uh- yes, what...?" Jisung stares back. "I need your help." And the man raises his hand, and Jisung sees what he's holding: a small and *very* sharp-looking dagger. Jisung eyes the weapon. "...for what?" "To steal the Crown of Levanter."

Minsung Fantasy

Jisung sits on a high up branch of a tree, letting his legs swing back and forth in the air as he leans sideways against the trunk. He probably shouldn't be hanging out this close to the edge of the forest, Chan-hyung would be so mad if he knew. Oh, well. It's not like anything is actually going to happen to him. He's just starting to get bored, contemplating heading back home, when he spots movement at the ground far below. A human. Huh.

Minsung Superheroes

Jisung exhales heavily, staring at the training target in front of him. Perfect. As usual. He sighs. Sure, his performance is as good as ever, but- his heart's not in it. He feels... off. He heads off soon enough, back to the dorms. He enters and tosses his bag into the corner, spotting Chan and Hyunjin sitting on one of the couches. Chan sees him and calls out. "Hey, Jisung-ah. We're getting a new student!"

Minsung 10

Minho in the Mirror

Minsung Fantasy 8

Telepathic Necklaces

Minsung Royalty

Prince Jisung x Concubine Minho

EWB Minsung

Enemies with Benefits

Jisung

Jisung sits on the roof, legs dangling over the dark streets while he's perched on the railing. It's so dark, so cold. The *swish* of a blade through air. Footsteps so quiet that even with his hearing, Jisung only barely hears.

Han Jisung Fantasy

Vampire Jisung

Vampire Han Jisung

Jisung giggles as he practically skips down the street. It's light, high-pitched, in stark contrast to the glinting fangs that fill his mouth and the barely dried blood visible staining the skin around it.

Lee Minho Royalty

King Minho

Han Jisung Fantasy

Jisung rolls his eyes and huffs as he nearly trips on yet another tree root. Fucking annoying. He doesn't understand why Eomma sent him out to do this; they have *magic* for mundane tasks, things that no one wants to do. He shouldn't have to waste him time on it. Whatever. What Eomma wants, Eomma gets. Which is why Jisung's now traipsing through the woods.

Minsung Mafia

Minho used to be a ghost in the house, always consumed by his work as a mafia boss. Jisung never saw him for more than a few hours a day, and even then, his mind was always elsewhere, focused on work or just anything but Jisung, really. He likes to think he tried his best to talk to him, to connect, but Minho would just nod, barely listening. It felt like living with a stranger, a man he couldn't recognize. And then Jisung got pregnant. Suddenly, Minho's home by 5pm every single day. He's attentive, practically falling over himself to fulfill Jisung's every possible need. He runs errands, cooks breakfast and dinner even though they have hired chefs, and on one day when Jisung had been almost curious as to how far his pampering could go, even rubbed the younger's feet at his request. Minho's so... different, so present, it's almost unnerving. Jisung is just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

httyd minsung

God, Minho hates Han Jisung. Hates that bastard and all the free passes he gets for being the chief's son and how fucking useless he is with an axe and most of all, Minho hates how somehow, against all odds, Jisung is *good* at dragon training. "What trick are you pulling??" Minho shoves Jisung into the side of the arena. The dragon they were supposed to *fight* is laying on its back five feet away, fucking sticking its tongue out and panting with lazy satisfaction after Jisung did *something*, the useless, cheating bastard.

Minsung Pirates 2

A familiar face from Jisung's past.

Minsung Royalty

Minho's stuck in a meeting.

Artist Lee Know

Minho needs to draw like it's air. No. Without air, his lungs would be empty. Without pencils in Minho's hands running over paper, his soul would be empty. But these days, his pencils hit paper and nothing comes out. Graphite stains sheets of white, but the end results are- nothing. Candids full of people with nothing in their eyes, useless drawings of birds and fruits and even random furniture around his apartment, anything to try and fill the holes in his soul that tear open with each failure of a piece. He only tries to draw his cats once, nearly screaming out loud at the end result of a sketch of Soonie- *empty*. It's utterly, completely *empty* Minho's art has lost its meaning.

Minsung Secret R

"Oh my god, isn't that J.One?!" Felix loudly whispers, eyes and grin both wide in surprise. Hyunjin and Seungmin turn to look where he's gesturing. Minho is also startled, but for slightly - okay, *very* - different reasons. The figure Felix has spotted is. in fact, J.One, also known as Han Jisung, also known as Minho's... boyfriend.

Minsung OlderBrother

Minho is Felix's older brother.

Single Parent Jisung

Yujin sits on the chair next to Jisung's, chattering on and on as Jisung sits in front of his laptop and tries his hardest to get his work done. He can't afford to fall behind, can't afford any risk to his occupation. He wouldn't have brought Yujin if he'd had any choice- the neighbor who he usually pays to watch her when he has to go to work is sick.

Minsung

Chan opens the door just a few seconds after Minho knocks. "Hi! Come in, come in. My roommate's here, I hope that's okay. He promised to be quiet." Chan looks pointedly at someone inside the apartment. "Yea, that's fine." Minho steps inside, removing his shoes. "Where are we working?" Chan walks further into the home, Minho following. "My room, probably. Do you want anything to eat first? We've got some snacks." Minho nods absently as he enters Chan's living room. There's a boy sitting on the floor between the couch and the television, controller in hand and eyes fixed on the screen. Chan enters the kitchen, calling out behind him. "Jisungie, you want anything to eat?" The boy glances up, turning to look. "Yea- " but he pauses mid-sentence as his eyes land on Minho, eyes widening and mouth falling open slightly. "Min- Lee Minho-ssi?"

Minsung Descendants

Descendants AU

Minsung

Minho sits on the roof, feet hanging over the edge as he looks out at the sunset. It's nice. Calm. Peaceful. He glances over at Jisung. The dim sunlight falls across his face, painting him in soft orange and pink. In Minho's opinion, he's at least ten times more breathtaking than the scenery.

Minsung Fantasy

When Minho wakes up, he's not in the royal quarters, in his bed of soft silk sheets. Instead- he's on a mattress, in a room much smaller and much less familiar than his own. How did he... "Oh- you're awake." There's a man, bare except for loose pants and holding a mug with both hands. "Hope you're not feeling too hungover, but- this will help with the headache."

Minsung Royalty

Minho can already hear the sounds of yelling as he hurries down the hallway. Jisung's voice, equal parts frantic and indignant. "No, I didn't break in, the prince invited me- because we're *friends*, dipshit, not everyone has a three feet long stick up their ass like you bastards-"

FutureVision Minsung

The first time Jisung saw his own wedding was at six. He hadn't known what it was then, only seen the faintest blurry image of pink flowers. They'd appeared frequently in his visions after that, just one sight in a see of other unrelated one, but- then it had grown. There was an arch, an altar, a carefully tailored suit, his father's smiling face. There was nothing to prove that it was his wedding, or a wedding at all, but- Jisung knew. He just knew. And then the man. He first appeared faceless, just an inch taller than Jisung, with carefully styled dark hair. The man Jisung was going to marry. The man he only saw in his dreams.

Yandere Lee Know

Minsung

Minsung Friends

Jisung sighs as his date continues on and on about stocks or investment banking or *something* that Jisung stopped following after fifteen minutes and six attempts to interject. He sent Minho an SOS ten minutes ago, he'll be here any second to save Jisung from his misery.

Minsung Mates 2

Minho overhears something.

Minsung

Jisung's sitting on the couch and watching some documentary when the doorbell rings. He sighs, standing up to go open it, disappointed but not surprised. Minho has a key, of course he does, it's his own house, which means it's not Minho. Jisung's had dinner cooked and ready to be served for an hour and a half, and even though Minho was already so very late Jisung was still holding out hope that he'd come home soon enough to eat it. Jisung opens the door, and sure enough, it's one of his husband's bodyguards and not Minho himself.

Queen Minho

The omega sighs, stretching out in his throne as he waits for the next suitor. Only two days until his heat begins, but he has yet to choose his partner. He's the queen, after all. And yet still unmated. He refuses to take any less than the best.

Minsung

"Come over tonight? The usual rate."

Minsung

Minho makes a wish.

Wife Guy Minsung

Everyone knows about Lee Minho and his obsession with his wife. He never stops talking about her. When he first started working at the office, everyone thought he was so cold and intimidating, never talking to anyone unless necessary and rarely attending any of the work get-togethers on Friday nights. They'd gossip about him on those days sometimes, some people thinking him rather mysterious, others snorting and calling him stuck-up, a couple of the bolder giggling about how hot he is- and even most who didn't verbally agree couldn't help but admit they had a point. He had a handsome face, sharp features and dark, catlike eyes. But none of that mattered when he was so unfriendly. Until Felix went up to him one day and struck up a conversation, where Minho was his normal cool, distant self- until Felix asked if he lived with anyone. And then Lee Minho's sharp face lit up like someone had turned on the torches in his eyes as he proudly answered that he lived with his jagiya, an honest-to-god smile on his face (Seungmin grinned as the story was later relayed in the lunch room and he stole the entire pot of who would get Lee Minho to smile first). As the conversation continued, Felix learned more details that were hardly believed, by himself or the others who heard them later; that they'd lived together for almost as many years as they'd been married, that Minho's jagi was a music producer at JYP, that she's the sweetest and cutest person alive according to Minho (though the way he delivers the information might make one think that it was simply a 100% certain fact of life), that they *raised three cats together*. "Okay, you're definitely making this shit up now. No way Lee Grump Minho has *cats*. And a wife?!" "I'm telling you, it's what he said!! You ask him if you don’t believe me!" And Changbin was forced to admit to bewildered defeat as the exact same information was confirmed to him from the mouth of Lee Minho himself, along with... significantly more gushing about his beloved 'little jagi.'

Minsung

"C'mon, Yujin-ah, you don't want to be late, yeah?" Yujin nods and hops out of the car. "Let's go!" They walk into the building, down the hallway, and once they're in front of the dance room, he leans down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Alright, have fun." "Remember, you have to pick me up at 6! Don't be late!" She pouts up at him, arms crossed. "Yah, I know. What, you think I'd be late?" Another voice, lower and amused and oh-so-familiar. "Probably, considering you've been at least once every week for the last four." Jisung looks up and sees- *ah, fuck.* Jisung's not weird. He's really not. He's just... really, really attracted to his daughter's dance teacher. Okay, maybe he is weird. Because the thought that pops into his head when his eyes land on Lee Minho - who's leaning against the doorframe in a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants - feels like it should put him in a prison cell. Lee Minho, who's twenty-something and unreasonably hot and who's always so sweet to little Yujin that he has her hurrying out the door before every dance class and constantly chattering on about her favorite teacher. And Jisung, who's- god, he's *thirty* already. Way to make himself feel old. Fresh out of his twenties with a five-year-old daughter, too young to quite get along with any of the other parents but just a little bit too removed from his youth to relate to people he'd have once called peers. And definitely too old to be crushing on- anyone, really, but especially a hot guy in his twenties.

Minsung Argument

"Come on, Jisung-ah." "Hyung, I don't understand-"

Minsung

When Jisung wakes up, the air tastes like bitter cold and the utter lack of hope. There's forty five tally marks on the wall. There were already eight when Jisung started adding more. There were twenty three when they switched from knife-made scratches to dried blood. There were forty five when Jisung realized that Minho isn't coming.

Jisung Omegaverse

Jisung sighs, pushing up to his feet and glancing at Chan and Changbin. "I'm gonna head out." Chan raises an eyebrow. "Already?" Changbin just snorts. "He just wants the first chance to get back home to his pretty little omega."

Princess Han Jisung

Jisung wakes up as he always does, in his bedchambers, surrounded by lavish pink and silks. He rises quickly, starts his daily routine and completes it with practiced ease. Bathes, dresses, applies just enough makeup. It's finished off by sitting in front of his mirror, carefully brushing the shiny black hair that falls far past his shoulders. He stares into the mirror, and Princess Han Jisu stares back.

Minsung Sci-Fi

Android Jisung

Writing Soulmates AU

Anything you write on yourself appears on the skin of your soulmate. Some never write a single thing, others scrawling their own name and information all over their arms in the hopes that their soulmate will do the same.

Minsung Fantasy 9

Fae Jisung x Lost Human Minho

Lee Know Hybrid AU

Minho's just coming down the stairs as he hears the doorbell ring. The new hybrid is here.

Minsung Fantasy

Jisung sighs as he grips tighter onto the strap of his leather satchel. He's been walking through the forest for hours, barely avoiding tripping over sticks and roots and even small skittering creatures. But he can't turn back now- he has to be close by now, he has to be. It's twenty more minutes before he feels it- a step forward, and suddenly, his entire body tingles. Jisung blinks once, twice- and his eyes slip shut as he drops to the forest floor. -- "Oi. Wake up." The voice Jisung hears when his eyes flutter open is harsh, yet also almost... bubbly. Floaty. "Wha..." Jisung's own voice is rough and croaky, and he coughs as he sits up, eyes finally absorbing his surroundings. It's like he's thinking at a quarter of the normal speed, the way his brain pauses between each thought with the effort of processing them. ...he's sitting in a bed. A cot, really. ...there's a boy standing at his bedside. ...the boy is pretty. ...the pretty boy has wings.

Minsung 4

Immortal Jisung, Neighbors

Bookstore Minho

Minho sighs, sinking into the surprisingly comfortable beanbag chair. He's still on his shift, technically, but no one comes into a bookstore at 3pm on a Monday. He considers picking up a book before deciding he's too lazy to get up and pulls out his phone to scroll Instagram instead.

Minsung

"They call him Rhino."

Minsung Fantasy 7

Genie Minho

Minsung 11

Jisung hears the door open, footsteps entering, creaking shut. He steps out of kitchen just as Minho calls for him. "Jisung-ah."

Serial Killer Minho

Minho sighs as the knife digs through flesh, as muffled screams fade out into silence. At one time, this was the part he delighted in the most. Watching the light leave someone's eyes... cliche, maybe, but deeply satisfying nonetheless. But now? No, now he waits for what comes after.

Minsung Tutoring

Tutor Minho

Teacher Han Jisung

If you were to ask most of the school's music elective students, they'd tell you Mr. Han is their favorite teacher. Admittedly, he has the advantage of being a music teacher and not teaching a more academic class, but he's also genuinely nice to his students, willing to joke around and more forgiving about minor transgressions than most other teachers.

Minsung Omegaverse

Omega Jisung

Minsung

Jisung sighs. His morning routine is simple; wake up, down the fresh cup of coffee that's placed on his bedside table by one of the servants, then head downstairs to where Minho is already awake and has started his work.

Minsung Mafia AU

Mafia Boss Minho x Right Hand Man Jisung

Cat Lino

Schoolkid Jisung

Minsung Omegaverse

"I'm Lee Minho." The omega standing in front of him smirks. Shit, fuck, he clearly knows the effect he's having on Jisung.

Minsung 5

Popular Blog Writer Minho, Anonymous Letters

Neighbors Minsung

Jisung doesn't know this man's name- or anything about him, really, but he'd like to go home with someone tonight, and this is one is attractive enough. "So, your place?" Jisung purses his lips at the question. How does he explain the strangeness that is his neighbor? That if Minho suspects Jisung has anyone over, he'll run into his apartment and beat the visitor with a broom until they run away...

Minsung High School

High School Academic Rivals

Minsung

The inside of the tower is dark, so dark even Minho's lantern barely lets him see two feet in front of his face. It makes him uneasy, very uneasy- but he can't turn back now. He's so close... It's dead silent, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's failed to find what he's looking for. He keeps wandering around the darkness, until he finds a set of stairs, old and decrepit, but still functional enough. It's a long climb, his thoughts and fears growing a bit too loud in the quiet darkness. Until he hears it. Is that... bubbling? A boiling sound? He can't tell. But it's *something*, something he definitely isn't imagining. There's something there, and so there must be some*one* there too.

Minsung ATLA AU

"The hell do you mean, you're the *Avatar*?" Jisung stares at the boy standing in front of him. His name was what, again? Oh, right. Lee Minho, he'd introduced himself as. He's... admittedly *very* easy on the eyes, but he might be insane, considering that he's just walked into the Air Temple claiming to be the motherfucking Avatar.

Sunnyu Fantasy

There's a rumor going around that Choi Chanhee is a vampire. It makes sense, kind of. The boy's always been so pale and skinny, his hair always seems to be the exact same length - short and a little curly - and and these days people are claiming they've never seen him eat anything. But it would be very unfortunate for Kim Sunwoo, who just so happens to be both a werewolf and also maybe a tiny bit hopelessly in love with him.

Han Jisung

Jisung steps out into the night, finds himself surrounded by buildings so decrepit they *must* be abandoned and nearly-comically dark alleyways.

Han Jisung

Jisung sits on the roof, staring out at the landscape of Seoul. He sees light, skyscrapers, billboards. He's pretty sure he can see at least two that have his face on it. He's...famous. Successful. He knows that. And yet here he is. Alone. Just a little bit empty. He can't help but wonder if maybe none of this was worth it.

Minsung Sci-Fi

"Captain! There's a ship approaching." Jeongin calls from the control room, voice echoing with the distance. Minho sighs internally, pushing himself up to head towards the main area.

skz hybrid pack

lino is stray kids' foster kitty.

Minsung Mafia 3

Minho torturing a victim, Jisung's into it.

Han Jisung Android

When Jisung is powered back on, the first thing he registers is the rope tied around his middle and the chains keeping him attached to the floor. "Guys, he's awake," a male voice from Jisung's right calls, its source just out of view. Footsteps approach, six other males coming into view one by one.

Han Jisung

When Jisung opens the door, he's greeted by three soldiers in full metal armor and wielding swords sheathed at their sides. "Han Jisung. You must come with us."

Minsung 2

Never Have I Ever gone wrong

Bully Kim Sunwoo

High School, Sunnyu

Minsung Psycho

Minho's so beautiful. Jisung kind of wants to peel his skin open. "Hey, Jisung-ah." His smile is hypnotizing, sending Jisung down spirals of thoughts that he recognizes probably aren't quite... *sane*.

Minsung Superhero AU

No such thing as a day off for superheroes.

Minsung Hybrids

Jisung's shaken awaken by Chan- at what time, he's not sure, but early enough the sun hasn't yet risen to shine its light through the window. "What?" He asks groggily, sitting up and squinting his eyes at the older. "Sorry, but- the night guard was attacked by a feral hybrid. They detained him, but he's still struggling and no one's managed to get close." That wakes Jisung right up. He pushes himself up out of bed and onto his feet. This is Jisung's specialty. He's have called himself an expert on hybrids at one point, though he's no longer quite conceited enough to say such a thing out loud anymore. Might have even claimed that he had a certain way with hybrids that can't be learned or taught. He's definitely the most knowledgeable in the castle on how to deal with this particular situation, a feral and dangerous hybrid.

Minsung

Jisung pushes the door open, tossing his shoes and bag away and collapsing onto the couch. Chan sits on one end, looking at something on his phone, and Jisung lays down so his head is in the older's lap and his feet rest on the opposite arm of the sofa. Chan doesn't react besides shifting his eyes from his phone to Jisung's face. "Rough day?"

Minsung

Jisung creeps through the hallways, keeping his footsteps as quiet as humanly possible. God, how did he end up here? It's all Changbin's fault. And Chan's. But mostly Changbin's. He was the one who'd dared Jisung to go into the supposedly haunted mansion during the dead of night. And all because Jisung said he doesn't believe in ghosts! Because they're not real. Changbin is the one who's stupid for actually believing in that crap, or the dumb rumor about the one that lives in this stupid big house.

Minsung Superpowers

It's a Wednesday when Minho gets the call. He gets rehab cases all the time, but this is the first one to come with a big, bright *CLASSIFIED* sticker. He cracks it open on Thursday night. Han Jisung. Used to be part of a defunct government experiment - Project 143. He enrolled in the program at 15, until it was shut down six years later. He was turned out onto the streets and soon turned to a life of crime, quickly becoming high profile due to his unique abilities and appearance, both results of 143. As such, a special team was created with the sole objective of detaining him before his existence could cause even more of a stir, finally succeeding only last month. There's a mugshot attached at the end, along with a few photos from during the program. In each one Minho's immediately drawn to the same thing: his eyes. One's only a normal brown, wide and round, but the other is entirely red, with only a predatory slit. The files are tight-lipped about the specifics of his abilities, but it's explicitly clear that the man is *Dangerous* with a capital D, and the brightly colored bands that suppress his powers are never to be removed under any circumstances. He's scheduled to arrive on Saturday.

Han Jisung

Jisung steps out into the cold air of almost-midnight, huffing to himself as he trudges down the street resolutely without looking back. Stupid Seojoon. Stupid, stupid Seojoon. Always getting mad about literally anything. It's like he doesn't trust Jisung for anything! And this fight had been one of their worst yet.

Han Jisung

Noble's Son Han Jisung Kidnapped by Stray Kids

Han Jisung

Every morning is the same. Jisung wakes before the sun, sitting up and changing into a fresh copy of the same uniform. It's specifically designed for him: all black except for the bright green stripes that go around the torso and arms, which serve both the purpose of making him stand out and being used as functional power dampeners if the need for them arises. He looks in the mirror, then, even if the view never changes. He stares into his own non-matching ones- one a perfectly human brown, the other nothing but a terrifyingly predatory red slit. His hair is a stark blond, and his veins glow faintly neon green, a faint like that will darken over the course of the day. He's superhuman. He's dangerous. (He's a monster.) Then he heads downstairs to sit at the dining table while the boss and his family eats. Jisung doesn't need food, so he never eats any. (Sometimes he wonders, though, when he watches the little girl dig into a piece of cake after dinner, if he might enjoy it if he did.) His presence is ignored, as it always is. Only twice has he ever been useful during mealtime; once when a spy snuck in and attempted to feed the boss something poisoned, and another when a bullet was shot into the window. Neither worked, of course. Because of Jisung. After breakfast is when the days start to vary. Sometimes he trails after the boss all day, usually when he goes out for business. Sometimes the wife. Once or twice even one of the children, but that's rare, because they find him terrifying. (He understands. He used to be scared of monsters too.) Sometimes someone else will come by, usually a friend of the boss, and he'll be told he's to act as guard for them for however many days- usually a much more action-filled assignment. Sometimes he stays invisible. Sometimes the boss tells him not to, when he has a meeting or such, because Jisung's presence serves as a power play, the inhuman figure a reminder not to dare cross him. Every day is the same.

Han Jisung

Jisung lounges on the raised platform, high enough to see most of the bustling market. Occasionally, a vendor will try to approach him, hoping to obtain some fraction of Jisung's blatantly displayed wealth, all turned away by Chan before they can get close enough to try. Frankly, Jisung is bored. He understands why he has to be here, status and all that, but that doesn't stop it from being boring as hell.

King Lee Minho

Minho looks over his six concubines, lined up in a row. He has to choose one to marry, he's already overdue to do so. Felix. Long, blond, hair, known around the kingdom as the perfect picture of a prince. But Minho knows that Chan is courting him, and has no interest in getting between the concubine and the castle's head guard. Minju. Pretty, but not particularly Minho's type. Seonghwa. Hmm. Minho would honestly consider him, but he knows Seonghwa has no interest, is only here for the temporary status but has aspirations to sail the seas someday. Yujin. Yujin is Yujin. Yeonjun. Maybe the most liked by the kingdom. Jisung. Most subjects consider him the black sheep of the lot. He's beautiful, that much is objectively true, but- oh, his eyes. Eye, really. One is perfectly normal, wide and round and brown, but the other- all red, with only a dark slit down the center. Like a predator's. The 'demon concubine', they call him.

Minsung Royalty

Jisung's lips curls in a sneer at the dinner presented to him. A commoner might find it acceptable, extravagant, even- but even the suggestion of comparing Jisung to a commoner is ludicrous. He recognizes the plate in front of him for what it is- inedible slop. Everything about his current situation is just as unbearable as this particular meal. He's... kidnapped, really, there's no other way to put it. Although being kidnapped would suggest that he's been taken from a place that he would like to be, and considering his palace home was ransacked by the men of the same person who'd taken him from it, he doesn't think he'd rather be there. It's *tainted* now. He supposes it could be worse. He hasn't been harmed (though he has been *manhandled* by commoner filth), and he does have a bed- a poor excuse for one. He's able to roam about, not locked in one room like the victims in some of those fiction novels he'd enjoyed entertaining himself with as a teenager. But it could also be far better. This is all that stupid cat's fault. The half-human, half- what is he again, a leapord? Jisung doesn't bother to remember. 'Lee Know', he likes to call himself, but Jisung isn't going to dignify his piss-poor attempt to give himself some stupid nickname. Especially not after he'd pulled Jisung from his very nice bed in the middle of the night and kept him *here*. Really, if he was going to kidnap a prince, he could've at least done it appropriately. Respectfully.