VerityInTheBuilding
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“Is the seat next to you taken?”
Minho looks up, fixing the round rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and finds the guy that has clearly become familiar against his will standing there, fingers curled around the strap of his bag.
“Ah. Jiwon,” he says. “I suppose this row has enough seats for both of us.”
“Jisung,” he corrects, settling down with one chair of respectful distance between them. He sounds amused by the mistake. Minho is just happy they won’t be bumping elbows. “But you can call me anything you want.”
Minho’s eyebrows shoot up. “Does that line usually work for you?”
“I don’t know,” Jisung laughs, setting his laptop on the desk and pulling out a giant can of an energy drink out of his bag. He pops it open and takes a generous swig. “It’s the first time I’ve ever used it.”
(Minho moves to Seoul with one rule at the forefront of his mind: to not give his heart away to a hockey player. Jisung breaks it for him.)
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Together with your guest,
Lee Minho is warmly invited to celebrate the wedding ofJisung skimmed lower.
A reserved seat has also been included for your boyfriend.
We can’t wait to finally meet him!He blinked.
Then blinked again.
“… Boyfriend?” he repeated slowly. “But you don’t have a boyfriend.”
Minho made a small noise beside him.
Jisung turned sharply.
Minho suddenly looked deeply interested in the table.
“Ah,” he said after a moment. “They mean you, Jisung.”
Or: Jisung is invited to a wedding as Minho’s plus one and accidentally discovers something very important about himself
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operant conditioning:
a learning process where voluntary behaviors are modified by association with the addition (or removal) of reward or aversive stimuli.
or; Han Jisung is a know-it-all, mouthy, annoying little brat, but Minho is a psychology major. He knows how to correct unwanted behavior.
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This only makes Jisung more outraged.
He says, “You’re so full of shit, you don’t even—”
Minho’s arm shifts again.
Only a little. Only enough that his hand moves from where it had rested easily over Jisung’s chest, up, to his neck. His palm settles there easy, thumb and fingers splaying out effortlessly on either side of his jugular. He doesn’t do anything, doesn’t press. He doesn’t do anything more than simply rest his hand there.
It steals Jisung’s words away anyway.
“I told you already, jagi,” Minho says quietly. He taps the side of Jisung’s neck, soft. Nice and light. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Confidently, Jisung claims no one can fuck him as well as his ex. Minho disagrees.
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He could see Minho again, hovering in the corner of the room. He looked the way he had when he’d left, eyes big and pretty and blank, head cocked. “Nothing I do is worth risking you for. Stay safe or I’ll kill you myself.”