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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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He’s calm. He’s cool. He’s not thinking about the shape of Jisung’s mouth, or how well the suit fits him, or the way his eyes lit up just now, or whether he still smells like bergamot and broken dreams of a lifetime.
He’s fine. This is fine.
This is totally, completely fine.
At least that’s what Minho tries to convince himself about until, from the corner of his eye, catches Jisung starting to walk over.
Now, he is not so sure. Now, he might actually die.
Four years of yearning. Two years together. One year apart.
Minho thought he’d buried the what-ifs– until a wedding, a slow dance, two best men and strawberry champagne remind him just how unfinished some stories can be.
What begins as awkward glances slowly unfolds into painfully familiar tension. But before they can even think about something new, Minho and Jisung have to untangle everything that pulled them apart.
or: Minho thinks it’s over between him and Jisung– but some knots simply take longer to tie.
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“Call it a deal,” Minho says, leaning casually on the bar, enjoying the easy flow of the conversation. “You can come to the bar after a bad date, and I’ll be the one to listen. One drink. One rant. I’ll mix something different for you every time.”
Because you’re different. And I’m interested. And I really, really want to see you again.
Jisung has a type: hopeless. From the guy who talks about his ex to the omegaverse influencer and the one who brings a ferret to dinner, every week is another romantic disaster. Enter Minho, the bartender who knows just how to turn bad dates into the perfect drinks.
It starts as a joke– one drink, one rant, every time. But somewhere between The Mansplainer and The Lovers, between doodled coasters and unspoken glances, Minho starts to notice the problem isn’t that Jisung can’t find the right guy.
It’s that Jisung keeps coming back to the bar.
or: Every bad date deserves a good drink– and Jisung deserves the bartender who makes it.
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Jisung doesn’t move– doesn’t breathe. He just stares.
His voice, when it comes, is quiet. “What did you say?”
His eyes search for Minho’s, wide and unsure and a little stunned. Like something has cracked open inside him.
He could take it back. Laugh it off. Play it cool. Change the subject. But something in the way Jisung looks at him makes him want to take the step. To jump. To finally just fall.
“I said”, he whispers, “Maybe I was born to meet you.”
The air goes still. So does time.
or: Jisung doesn't believe in fate. Minho believes in everything that doesn't make sense– until suddenly, it does.