Quartet Fest - Round 1
QUARTET FEST is a fic fest dedicated to any and all iterations of Lee Know/3RACHA of Stray Kids!
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When Jisung was young, there had been a monster under his bed.
He wasn't able to sleep on many nights because of it. Nobody believed him, though, so all he could do was move out of their old antique house when he turned eighteen and move into a new apartment with his two lovely hyungs, and for five years, he finally had peaceful, quiet nights.
Then on his twenty-fourth birthday, things happened.
First Jisung met a strange, pretty man in his local McDonalds. And oh, his childhood monster was also back to visit him again.
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Tonight, Lee Minho will find a mate, his Alpha. One of equal status and power, and live the rest of his life exactly as his mother planned.
Tonight will decide the rest of Minho's life, whether it will be shackled to an Alpha he will never love or shipped off to a foreign land with some prince.
Tonight, Minho will have to choose between living his life according to the rules or risking it all on a group of strangers that smell like a home he's never had.
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Prompt 017
Minho has been able to see ghosts his entire life. He’s learned to live with them.
But after falling for the exchange student, Chan, he quickly realises this new kid has two ghosts constantly following him around. And they’re not particularly quiet.
Let’s just say it’s not easy trying to have a normal conversation with someone, when you have two invisible toddlers arguing behind you at all times…
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This is heavily inspired by the BBC series ‘Ghosts’ and shares a lot of the same humorous tropes and scenes, it’s super funny I highly suggest watching it! -
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Minho is cold, especially at night. Which brings him in his roommates' bed, a couple he's very close to, in a desperate act to find warmth.
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“You fuck him yet?”
“What?” Chan wheezes. When he checks, Jisung looks dead serious, if still gazing dreamily in MINHO’s vague direction. “No!”
“But you want to,” Jisung reasons. Drums his tented fingers together like the evil engineer he is.
“Don’t say that here!” Chan hisses fiercely. “I’m, like, seven thousand percent sure he has sonic hearing!”
“Oh, he does,” Jisung mutters. When his eyes lock with Chan’s and discover the deadpan there, he frowns. “What?”
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Chan makes an impulse purchase in the form of lifelike android MINHO.