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“This is Minho,” his mother said, not standing at Jisung’s entrance. “He’ll be staying with you when we’re not around.”
Jisung nodded. It was too erratic; he must have looked crazy. Minho was still smiling. Jisung felt like the layers of his skin were being peeled back and examined. He felt like a twitching body on an autopsy table. He felt like he was going to have a heart attack under all of the attention. He felt like he was going to die.
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- Part 2 of Fate or Something Worse
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07 Jul 2026
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I didn’t have this bookmarked even though I have read it 10 times?
In my minsung bible.
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Minho smiled his conspirator’s smile, utterly devastating.“If niceness was the only qualifier then I’d be good mate potential. Isn’t that funny?”
Jisung looked away. “So hilarious, hyung.”
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They hadn’t talked at length about the future. Jisung thought they were forever, though, the kind of bone-deep, unfaltering devotion that you would put a match to everything you had for, that turned half-smiles into love songs and drove you a little mad. The kind that could break your heart.
They were forever, Jisung used to think.
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05 Jul 2026
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"There it is," Hyunjin says, pointing at Jisung's contemplative face. "You're not heartbroken, just horny and vindictive."
"You know me so well, baby." Jisung claps his hands once. "Now focus. Tell me what Mr. Lee is into."
Hyunjin blinks. "What?"
Jisung crouches in front of him, eyes gleaming as he takes Hyunjin's limp hands in his for good measure. "Does he like twinks with perky asses? Whiny bottoms? Come on, give me something to work with!"
"How would I know?" Hyunjin says and sighs like a man who knows he won't get out of this alive. Not if he doesn't play along. So he shrugs. "From what I know he likes expensive bourbon, cats and arguing with judges."
Jisung considers that for a moment, then nods. "I can work with that."
Hyunjin whimpers. "Of course you can."
Or: Jisung's boyfriend cheats on him. He decides to fuck his dad in retaliation.
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They met when they were kids. He was so exhilarated to be understood, to have connected some loose circuitry and finally feel his energy flowing like it was supposed to. He never thought about that feeling, bright and alive with electricity, safe and complete, as something that could be romantic.
He truly never thought about it. Jisung was one thing, so he probably wasn’t another.
But he was wrong. Jisung has always been everything he could be, everything at once. A chameleon, a many-limbed cephalopod, a jack of all trades, a genius. Minho’s best friend, his longest companion, his greatest source of annoyance, of anxiety. His family, his dongsaeng. And now, the focal point of his desire.
Of course. Of course if anyone could push and pull at Minho’s emotions, his subconscious, his sex drive, it would be clever, oblivious, determined Jisung.
When Jisung announces that his male TA wants to date him, Minho nosedives into an obsessive spiral. He can't fight his own jealousy, the dense tangle of his repressed desire, or the increasing awareness that maybe they've been more than friends all along.