fics that rewrote my brain chemistry
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Jisung is having a hard time writing lyrics for a song. He asks for Minho's help, but Minho misunderstands everything. Somehow, Jisung ends up losing his virginity in the process.
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The one where canonverse Minsung fuck in the studio (and they are a bit in love with with each other).
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As if feeling Jisung’s eyes on him, Minho looked away from the pancake mix he was stirring for his mom, and blinked at Jisung. Jisung blinked back.
“Welcome down, Jisungie,” Mom Lee had said. She smiled as Jisung continued to stare at Minho. “This is my son, Minho. Remember me talking about him?”
“Yes,” Jisung mumbled shyly. He bent his head in a pseudo-bow. “Hello, Minho-ssi.”
Or, Jisung and accepting love.
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Never judge a book by its cover, the famous saying goes. People aren’t always who they seem outside.
Most of the time, though, they are. Yeah, most of the time, people are who they seem outside.
Except…when Lee Minho offered to be Jisung's sugar daddy for one semester, Jisung thought he'd tell Jisung to bend over and spread his pretty legs for him. And Jisung won't complain—no, not at all, getting fucked into next Tuesday is nice—but then Lee Minho goes on all fours and asks Jisung to fuck him.
Needless to say, Jisung’s taken for a wild ride.
It doesn’t help that feelings get in the way, and Jisung only has less than one semester to figure out what to do with them—and what to do if Minho decides to end their arrangement by the end of it.
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It’s strange to realize that he wants Jisung to be frustrated with him, just as he is with the younger. Whether the frustration be sexual or not, he likes pushing Jisung’s buttons. To be honest, he’s always enjoyed being a bit impish, just never in this context.
He doesn’t even feel repulsed by it, the thought of poking and prodding at Jisung until the younger man gets him back, shoves him harder until both of them are too pent up to stop themselves—until the line between best friends becomes too faint for them to see, and they unwittingly drag each other across it.
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Jisung is distracting, and Minho can’t help but want to distract him too.
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'Hyunjin has always been different in that regard, and Felix is more careful, more mindful around him. As if the stakes are higher. (Felix loves each and every one of them so much, so he can’t explain why the thought of angering Hyunjin, losing Hyunjin, makes him panic in a much different way than thinking about losing any of the others.)'
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After filming 2 Kids Room with Hyunjin, Felix questions first his words to and then his feelings for Hyunjin. And slowly but surely, it becomes everyone's problem.
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It takes him longer than it should have till he realizes, and he only does realize it when an 8 a.m. class forces him to wake up much earlier than he ever wants, and his sleepy eyes find Minho in the kitchen.
He probably needs pancakes with that coffee.
As Jisung eats away his pancakes with extra chocolate under Minho’s watchful eye, it crashes on him.
He can read minds.or: After a weird day and a thunderstorm, Jisung develops the ability to read minds. As he starts hearing Minho's thoughts, he realizes there's a lot more beyond what his best friend's casual teasing front lets on.
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Jisung leans his head back, lazy. Like he can’t be bothered to pick it up. Like it’s too heavy, or he’s too sleepy. “Do you think it would fuck everything up if we slept together for real?”
“Everything,” Minho says, not quite a question, but not understanding. A general repetition for the benefit of the both of them. Because his throat hurts a little bit, and he needs a second to swallow it down.
He brings his hand back to steering. Both of them right where they’re meant to be.
“Everything, like— us,” Jisung waves his finger between them. “You’re my best friend. And I’m yours. And I’ve always wondered, you know?”
Minho is white knuckling the wheel. He can still feel Jisung beneath his fingertips, or maybe just within his bloodstream. Injected there to sit. Stay.