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Minho is watching him like a damn hawk, no longer chewing but following the movement of Jisung’s jaw so intently that he might as well be mimicking each bite. When Jisung swallows, Minho does too. When Jisung smiles, Minho lets out a laugh that sounds like it’s been punched right out of his chest.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he says, quiet. Disbelieving, almost. “You’re gonna kill me, Jisung-ah.”
Jisung twists his fingers together, tipping his head to the side. “Kiss me before you go?”
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Or: Jisung's friend-of-a-friend has had a Twitter crush on him for weeks. They fuck about it.
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07 Jun 2026
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They both stare at each other for a moment, and it finally, truly dawns on them. Something has changed. Switched. Been flipped around.
“You’re not my Minho.”
“And you’re not my Jisung.”
or: jisung is transported to a universe where he's dating minho. he handles it.
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07 Jun 2026
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Two clammy hands cradle an empty bottle of heat suppressants like a corpse.
He gives the bottle a meager little shake. Nothing rattles within.
Panic settles in and Jisung jerks to life. He fights with the childproof cap—resorting to using the cuff of his sweater to help since his hands are useless—and stares, in disbelieving agony, into a barren bottle.
The tears come on so quickly that he doesn’t even register a way to stop them before they’re rolling down his cheeks and landing on the label that he’s considered his religion for over 365 days.
Take 2 pills 1x a day. Failure to do so will have immediate effects and could lead to flash heat(s).
Or: Jisung’s suppressants run out on a bus. He starts panicking, until a quiet alpha switches seats and whispers, “Breathe. I’ve got you.”
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05 Jun 2026
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They’ve got busy schedules, and can’t always find time—or the energy—to full on fuck. And it’s not that anything else wasn’t fun, or enough. They just…needed something.
Found something.
Like something.
Something that can be quick. Can be stretched out. Can be whatever they want and lets them unwind in a whole new way.
Lately though, time stopped being the reason. They’re off schedule, have days to kill, and while railing each other on every surface of their apartment is their favorite pastime, they’d lost track in the past few days how often they–
“Hyung please–” Jisung is hardly asking; already clutching the oversized Leebit between his thighs on the bed, suffocating his offputting little face with a honey grip.
Or: Minho and Jisung have discovered a mutual love for plushie fucking.
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04 Jun 2026
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“Hi, pretty boy.” The words had melted out of Jisung like honey, and Minho submerged into the sweetness like the greediest bee in the hive.
Maybe it was because he was exhausted, maybe it was the sight of a teddy bear the size of Jisung on the bed, or maybe it was the way Jisung beckoned him closer with those lean fingers and flourished his hand over the bunny jacket like a treat, a prize, one that Minho didn’t know if he earned—but that he wanted so very bad.
Whatever it was, Minho blacked out. Sank. Deep and immediate.
Or: Minho is learning to want.
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04 Jun 2026