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Hyunjin wants to be everything to Seungmin, more than a safe place, more than the guy he can be soft with, more than the friend he had the stupid idea to start hooking up with without any assurances or a defined relationship, so they didn’t fuck up their friendship.
He wishes they had never started this. It only gets harder every day to keep himself from falling apart. And Seungmin is right there, none the wiser, being fucking perfect as always.
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02 Jan 2026
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“Why the fuck would you think that I would say yes to him when I have us—when I have you?” Jisung tries to stabilize his voice, losing all the will within to continue this game with Minho. “Do you really see me as some kind of insincere prick who would say yes to someone else when they’re so clearly in love with their best friend? Or, are you maybe the insensitive prick who’s been giving their best friend false hope into thinking there could be something between the two?”
Jisung thinks they’re just two best friends tip-toeing at the line of something more since forever, but apparently that’s not common knowledge for all (read: Minho).
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03 Dec 2025
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Minho rubbed his thumb against Jisung’s cheek, dimpling it with his nail. “I’m still here, jagi. You’re still mine.”
Jisung closed his eyes and swallowed the grief. After a moment he nodded. “Still yours. You’re still mine.”
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24 Nov 2025
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“Sungie,” Minho murmured, voice hoarse, raw with restraint hanging on by a thread. “You taste—” He cut himself off, shaking his head slightly, but not pulling away. Not this time. Instead, he inhaled deeply, letting the scent consume him, his lips lingering just a little longer against Jisung’s skin. “I don’t know how to stop.”
Jisung let out a breathy sob, his fingers clutching tighter, his voice nothing but a whisper now. “Don’t stop.”
Minho’s resolve crumbled, and for the first time, he didn’t try to put the pieces back together. He let himself sink into the warmth, into the need, into Jisung.
And he didn’t stop.------
Minho had always been good at keeping things in order—his space, his thoughts, his control. But then Jisung messed with all three, and now he was stuck trying to convince himself it wasn’t already too late.
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24 Nov 2025
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When Minho finishes up cooking, he kisses Jisung as he hands him his bowl. When Jisung leaves to go to the studio, he kisses Minho goodbye.
It becomes just another part of their routine. Kisses good morning, goodnight, hello, goodbye, or just because. Nothing ever more than a short, sweet peck, never anywhere aside from in their own apartment. It becomes as easy as breathing, to kiss Minho and be kissed by him, like they’ve been doing it this whole time. Jisung can’t remember why they hadn’t been doing it the whole time.
They still don’t talk about it.
They’re still not together.
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19 Nov 2025