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favorite aus: ⤷  13 - ghost hunters

“Of course they’re not showing up on film,” Kibum’s voice is staticy over the phone, but Minho can still tell how annoyed he is, “they’re ghosts, for god’s sake.”

“I know that, but...I don’t know. They’re just both so pretty, and...they don’t seem aggressive? One of them is playful, yeah, but...they don’t seem like they’d hurt anyone. Not on purpose.”

“Don’t get soft on me now - you're not the Ghost Whisperer, Choi. Your job isn’t to determine if they’re dangerous or not, that’s Jinki’s. You’re just-”

“I know what my job is, Kibum.” Minho sees a faint smudge of color out of the corner of his eye, and when he looks up, he can see one of the ghosts across the room. It doesn’t move, and neither does Minho, and the ghost allows Minho to reach over and pick up his camera with an unreadable expression on its face. Even though Minho already knows how the picture will turn out, he takes it anyway, carefully places the polaroid next to him. Kibum is still talking, but Minho tunes him out, instead watching the ghost as it watches him. He...kind of almost doesn’t want them to be exorcised anymore, wants to stay and watch them for...at least a while.

As if knowing what he’s thinking, a shy (or maybe coy, or maybe smug?) little smile flirts with the ghost’s lips, and it raises a hand in a fluttering wave before disappearing from Minho’s sight.

When Minho raises his hand to run through his hair, it’s trembling, but when he feels a chill of air brush over the back of his neck, he doesn’t feel scared. It feels more like the ghost that is definitely there is just...observing. Watching him like he’s watching them.

“I’m not scared of you. Either of you.” he calls out. He doesn’t know if either of the ghosts have heard him, but that doesn’t really matter. They all know that he’ll stay until he gets his job done, no matter what.

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favorite aus: ⤷  10 - sugar daddy au

Lee Jinki is a good man: kind, attractive, and rich. It was supposed to be a one night stand, and Kibum had been okay with that, except that Jinki didn’t want to send him home in the morning on a hungry stomach, and cooking together had been strangely domestic and had turned into hours of just...doing nothing together. But Kibum had had to go eventually, and they exchanged numbers just before Kibum had to go so Jinki could make sure he got home safely.

And then the gifts had started: bouquets of roses, bottles of wine more expensive than Kibum’s rent, jewelry that Kibum couldn’t even begin to guess the price.

Jinki’s not his sugar daddy, not really. When Kibum brings it up, Jinki just laughs and shakes his head and says that this is just his way of courting Kibum. That if he wants it to stop, it can.

When Kibum says that it can, Jinki’s whole face falls, but when Kibum says that it’s because he wants to date Jinki (for real, for real), he can’t get Jinki to stop smiling for nearly an hour.

He doesn’t really mind, not when Jinki’s warm smile is pressed against his.

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favorite aus: ⤷  7 - mafia au

They’re more of a family than any of the other groups out there, and even if Jinki wasn’t the one to start it, they all know that they’re just as much his as the Family is. And Jinki can be ruthless, they all know, but only the ones closest to him know that that ruthlessness is protectiveness that runs deeper than even the fierce loyalty they have for him. And if that loyalty extends beyond what is proper for a Family, Jinki has learned to turn a blind eye. Because even if Kibum is just a little bit soft for Minho, and even if he’s overheard whispers about being in love from his right hand man to their youngest, he knows that at least with those four, that if the time were to come, they would all put the Family above whatever relationship is formed in a heartbeat.

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favorite aus: ⤷  11 - friends to lovers au

In all the years that Jonghyun and Taemin have known each other, they’ve been practically inseparable. They’ve been fast friends from childhood, and stayed that way, only somehow growing closer. There have been endless sleepovers and trips to the playground as children, study sessions and movie dates when they grow older, and it’s somewhere in between Taemin’s junior year of high school and Jonghyun’s first year of college that everything comes full circle, and finally, finally, Taemin asks Jonghyun out.

And it’d been inevitable, and they’ve been tumbling towards this for years now - they both know that. But being able to just lean over and kiss Taemin quiet or hold his hand when they’re out together makes Jonghyun feel floaty and warm, and being able to invite Jonghyun over for drinks at night and then coffee in the morning, with endless kisses and touches in between makes Taemin feel endless bursts of fondness for his best friend, his boyfriend, his Jonghyun.

Even if (especially when) Jonghyun shows up late at night, unannounced, with takeout in his hands and a pout on his lips, insisting that he’s sleepy and that Taemin’s bed is softer and better than his own. And that’s not true at all, but Taemin doesn’t mind at all, not when he can have nights like these, with Jonghyun held close and safe and small in his arms throughout the night.

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favorite aus: ⤷  5 - roadtrip au

“Do you want to go out this weekend?”

“To where?”

“Just...somewhere, I don’t know where. Wherever we want to go.” Kibum turns to look at Minho, and he’s far too proud to beg, too stubborn to stand down, and Minho is so weak for him.

“Okay.”

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favorite aus: ⤷  8 - witch au

They’re not nearly a coven in any sense of the word - it’s just the two of them, but that’s okay. Two is more than enough, and two works well enough for them. Two is fine when Taemin’s days start with Jonghyun pressing puffy lips to his cheek and a smooth crystal into his hand, whether it be for protection or good luck or energy, and two is enough when Jonghyun’s days end with Taemin curled up in their lap, whether in his human form or in his more preferred cat form. Two is enough when Jonghyun peeks into Taemin’s room to see him sorting through different leaves and potions, and two is enough when Taemin can sit down and have Jonghyun give him a free reading. Two is enough when they can sink into the tub together with scented candles lighting the room, and two is enough when they can collapse into bed together at the end of the day. Two is more than enough for them both, but when Jonghyun comes home with a new witch in tow (their name is Minho, they tell Taemin, but sometimes they prefer Minjung, and maybe they’re not a coven now, but they will be soon.)

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favorite aus: ⤷  6 - domestic au

After months and months of living together, they’ve slipped into a sort of routine, one that has Jonghyun rolling out of bed at odd hours in the morning to start up the coffee machine and get started with his day, one that has Jinki stumbling out of bed and soothing Taemin back to sleep with quiet noises, one that has Taemin finally shuffling into the kitchen just as Jonghyun comes out of the bathroom and Jinki finishes making them breakfast. And then there are sleepy kisses pressed to puffy lips and quiet words passed between them all as they settle down at the table. Jonghyun works from home, and Taemin still has classes, but they all get dressed together and Jonghyun leaves his partners with quick kisses as they leave their cozy apartment. And after work, after school come their dates, whether it’s just pizza and a movie, or a walk to the coffee shop that’s around the corner, or just a trip down to the river to walk along the bridge when it’s warm enough. It’s not much, but it’s enough, because they have each other, and that’s what’s most important.

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favorite aus: ⤷  12 - dance au

Taemin doesn’t know Japanese that well, and Koharu doesn’t know Korean at all, but they both know dance, and with that, it’s almost like there’s no language barrier at all. Koharu comes up with new movements almost as easy as breathing, and even if Taemin can’t understand what she’s saying as she gestures to him, he can read the pride in her smile when he picks up her choreography one step at a time. And even though Taemin is probably butchering her language, Koharu is patient and only laughs a little when he tries to speak Japanese to her.

They fit together oddly well, like two pieces of a puzzle, and Taemin respects Koharu both as a person and as a dancer, even if he can’t tell her that yet. It takes Koharu just a few routines to become Taemin’s best friend, and that’s where they stay, even once Taemin becomes more fluent and the time they spend together, talking and eating and dancing and just being, builds.

And Taemin is grateful for that.