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Jisung shrugs, all too casual. “Just for fun. You know, for the bit.”
“You want us to pretend to be a couple…in therapy. Just for fun.”
“Yeah!” Jisung nods enthusiastically. "Just until the therapist figures it out.”
Minho gives him a long, slow look that suggests he is currently measuring him for a straitjacket. “So. Two sessions, max.”
It’s supposed to be a joke– two best friends and roommates walk into a therapist’s office, and pretend they’re a couple until the therapist figures it out.
But old feelings die harder than old habits, and when everything they’ve been avoiding for five years finally catches up, Minho and Jisung start to realize they may not be pretending as much as they'd like to believe.
or: Minho and Jisung are not a couple– or so they think.
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There he is– Lee Minho, in crisp 4K HD. His face looks normal– polished, polite, borderline charming even, if you don’t know any better. But he does know better. He knows the anatomy of his own disasters. He knows what’s coming.
Because right there, timestamped and screen-recorded by at least ten fan accounts, is the exact moment he fumbles the question. His smile flickers for exactly 0.5 seconds, a tiny glitch in the matrix before his brain visibly crashes.
“Ah,” says Minho-on-screen, expression blank, eyes screaming, “...Like the other members… you can say we met through business.”
Business.
Business.
or: Minho says he and Jisung "met through business"– and Jisung makes it his entire personality.
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Minho stares into those eyes– deep blue, bottomless as the crushing depths where light has never reached. There is hate there. Pure, unadulterated rage. But underneath it– something else. Something impossible. Something wrong.
Something that shouldn’t be there. Not in a siren. Not in a thing.
Something about those eyes makes Minho falter.
He tightens his grip on the knife. His muscles are taut, everything in him– blood, bone, memory– screaming to finish the job, to end this creature beneath him, to end this.
He should kill him. He needs to kill him.
Minho was raised to hunt monsters. Jisung was born to hunt humans.
When Minho chooses to spare Jisung on a siren hunt, his choice becomes a fracture in everything both of them thought they knew about monsters, mercy, and love.
or: Between sea and land, Minho and Jisung find themselves bound by blood, salt, and something impossible to undo.
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- Part 1 of tidebound
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“No.” His eyes glitter with challenge.
Minho raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “No?”
Jisung pouts, lower lip jutting out in a way he definitely knows is unfair. “Come on, hyung, I just got back from the gym! My legs are still trembling.”
Not trembling enough, if you’re here. “I don’t care, Han Jisung,” he deadpans. “Come here. Now.”
Jisung shakes his head, playful but stubborn. “You can’t make me.”
There is a pause. Just a second. Just long enough for Jisung to realize he’s said something very stupid.
or: Jisung twerks for his boyfriend during peak cat reel hours– and gets spanked on a very soft bed for it.
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A sniffle.
Minho turns, confused, and catches Jisung wiping at his cheek.
“…Are you crying?” he asks, frowning.
Jisung blinks at him, glassy-eyed and a tiny bit miserable. He doesn’t even pretend to deny it this time. He lifts his head with the devastated honesty only the heartbroken and intoxicated can manage.
“Yes,” he admits simply. “I’m crying. Because I’m drunk.”
“Oh.” Minho blinks, then lets out a startled laugh. “Oh, no.”
or: Jisung is drunk and can't stop talking about Minho's voice– until he starts talking about love.
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