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Zoro dragged a hand down his face. “I don’t get how he’s dating Ace. I mean, it’s Luffy’s brother for fucks sake!”
“Zoro…” Usopp spoke as if at a loss for words.
“Actually—”
Sanji’s body leaned forward before his mind could stop him, and he held his breath, feeling the door’s rough surface brush against his ear, listening.
“It’s killing me.” Zoro’s voice was raw with unspoken emotions.
“I know,” Usopp said. “But that’s not fair.”
“I know! I know it’s not fucking fair,” his voice cracked at the end, and all Sanji could do was take a shaky breath as Zoro continued. “And you’re right. The cook likes him… So, who the hell am I to stand in the way?”
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Or, Sanji overhears a conversation with some shocking information.
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“Minho, listen to me. Whatever you do, don’t bite him, okay?”
“Bite,” Minho repeats foggily, liking the way the word feels in his mouth, between his teeth.
“I wouldn’t usually be concerned about your control, but with you two…”
“Us two.” He thinks about it. He’s never let himself think of them as an us before. Jisung continues to linger by the door, so close, painfully close. Within claiming distance. Just a scant inch or two of door between them.
“He’s your blind spot,” Chan says matter-of-factly.
“Blind spot?”
There’s a short sigh. “This conversation is going nowhere. I’m coming over, okay? Minho? I’m coming.”
“Minho?” Jisung asks again, and he can feel himself smiling, sunning in the sound of his voice.
“Sung-ah,” Minho says warmly, phone slipping from his hand and thunking softly against the carpeted floor. “Omega.”
Jisung presents late, panics, and hides it from his friends. As the weeks pass, Minho is haunted by a mystery scent that calls to him like nothing ever has before.
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Bookmarked by argentumglow
29 Jun 2026
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i can’t put into words how much i loved this fic
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As the song trickles to an end and Minho comes back to talk about whatever—at this point Jisung is too distracted to think straight or process what Minho is saying—Jisung makes up his mind.
He copies the number on the screen of his tablet to his phone and, without a moment of hesitation, pulls one of his earphones out and makes the call go through.
(Minho’s radio program is Jisung’s source of comfort and the only thing that lets him sleep at night. That is, until Minho starts talking shit about Jisung’s team.)
Bookmarked by argentumglow
23 Jun 2026
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the amount of giggling and kicking my feet i did reading this is obscene… sjjsjshshjs
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Without thinking too hard, he taps the quote button on the question How did you know you were bisexual?
He attaches a photo. A candid one. Minho’s now-blond hair is tucked in his backwards cap, sitting at a restaurant table sometime last year. His friend had taken it on their trip to Japan, and Jisung nearly fell over when he saw it. Minho wasn’t even looking at the camera; he was simply sitting there, his perfect side profile in view as his face glowed from the sun.
Even though Jisung didn’t take it, he loves that photo.
He typed: "When I fell in love at first sight with my best friend six years ago. That’s when I knew. I still know now.”
Or: Han Jisung is a famous, openly bisexual, rockstar. He accidentally confesses his love for his best friend on his main twitter account
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Lee Minho. Perfect employee. Always on time, never forgets a project, his vocab is filled with ‘yes sirs’ and ‘yes ma’ams’. He’s organized and always cool, calm, and collected.
But too cool, too calm, and definitely too fucking collected. He was like a fucking robot. His face always looked bored, and smug. As if he thought he was too good to be here.
Which, to be fair, he did seem like he was too good to be here. He was a boring fucking asshole, but he was the kind of boring that would grace the cover magazines. The kind of stoic face models have that make them look like they’re uninterested, like they knew you were beneath them.
So, why the fuck was he working a mid-level office job?
To ruin Jisung’s life, obviously.