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In a split second he’s whipping the material, slapping it against Jisung’s thigh with a crack. He whimpers in pain and Minho has to twist his other hand into a fist to stop himself from grabbing him.
“Hyung’s mean,” Jisung mumbles as he gets back into position, reaching forward to grab the handles of the weight machine. Minho makes his way up behind him, back against his chest, and lays his chin on the younger’s shoulder.
“Hyung will be nice,” he mutters up against the younger’s ear, relishing in the shiver that travels down his spine. “Just be good.”
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Minho can see his hands shake when he puts them up in front of his body. “I - I think there’s been a mistake.” His voice is soft, deep but quiet, and Minho has to bite down on his tongue to stop himself from reacting when Jisung’s voice cracks. “I don’t… Where am I? Am I dreaming?”
Minho sighs, stepping towards the boy again, who only takes another step back and clenches his eyes shut, as if he can’t see what’s happening around him it’ll make it all less real. Usually, suicide cases are straightforward, most of them resigned from the complications of life and ready for whatever comes next. Obviously, that wasn’t going to be the case this time around.
Minho takes another step, using the moment he’s not being watched to lessen the space between them. “You’re not dreaming. You’re dead.”
or: Minho is a ferryman. Jisung is dead. They meet at the end of the world.
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"Do you ever think about the world, Hyung?"
Namjoon only thinks about the world. How to make it better, easier to navigate; how to fix everything and wrap it up in a big bow and give it to him like a gift. It's scary, broken; there's war and famine and things go wrong every day. The world is the final destination, the last piece of the puzzle. He only thinks about the world.
"Sometimes." He says instead and pulls the body next to him further into his side.
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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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“You don’t think it’s weird that I carry a stuffed animal with me everywhere?” he asked bluntly.
And not only that, but he had a whole hoard of them at home.
Minho shook his head again. “Why would I think that’s weird?”
Jisung wanted to roll his eyes.
Because everyone thought it was weird. Everyone except Felix. Felix even had to explain it to Chan, because from the outside, it wasn’t easy to understand why a 26-year-old had such an emotional attachment to a stuffed animal. Even his therapist had tried to get him to break the habit of bringing Mr. Bear everywhere. But he couldn’t.
Or Jisung struggles to find someone who understands him, until he meets Minho, the sweetest man he’s ever met.
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24 Jan 2026
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“…I’m not allowed to pop a knot,” he blurts out, unable to take the expression on the omega’s face.
The response he gets is a quick succession of blinks, and a confused head tilt. “Not allowed?”
Minho shuts his eyes, and explains. “Me and my friends have a stupid bet going. None of us are allowed to pop a knot for the whole month.”
Jisung is silent for a moment, eyes quizzical as he searches Minho's face for any hint of a joke. When he finds nothing, he huffs exasperatedly. "You're being serious." A statement, not a question.
or: Minho is dragged into the ordeal of No Knot November right after meeting the only omega who has ever made him pop a knot.
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02 Jan 2026
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“We may not be dating anymore, but I know how you drench yourself in your mate’s scent.”
“Well, if you hadn’t cornered me here—”
“I didn’t corner you—”
“If you hadn’t cornered me here, hyung and I would already be busy fixing that.”
“Hyung?”
“You do know you’re not the only man older than me in my life that I’m close with, right?” Not that he even is in Jisung’s life anymore. It’s been two years. However, not two years long enough that Jisung doesn’t remember how Minho used to metaphorically snap his teeth at anyone who Jisung dared to call hyung in his presence that wasn’t him.
It definitely doesn’t still get Jisung hot under the collar, and he’s definitely not testing to see if it still gets Minho to bite.
OR: Jisung broke up with Minho two years ago, and Hyunjin and Jisung are bound in a fake engagement. And Jisung’s really not great at lying.
And they’re all stuck on a cruise ship together.
Awesome.
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28 Dec 2025
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“Hello?” Minho says, because it doesn’t seem like the guy on the other side of the doorway is going to speak first.
“Um, is... does Bang Chan still live here? Or Seo Changbin?” he asks, quietly, nervously.
“Yeah, Chan's my roommate,” Minho replies, unsure where this is going.
“Is... is he here?” The guy asks, frowning now, eyebrows knitted together. He seems... jittery. Like he could turn around and run off at any moment.
“Yeah, do you want me to get him?” Minho asks.
The man blinks a few times, then looks over his shoulder like he really is considering making a break for it, then turns back to Minho with his mouth pressed together. He nods, a short jerk of the head, “Yeah,” he breathes, “I’m, uh, I’m his brother.”
That gives Minho pause. “Brother?” he echoes. He can’t recall Chan ever mentioning having a brother.
The guy- Chan's brother??- doesn’t seem caught off guard by Minho's confusion at all. “Yeah. I’m Jisung,” is all he says.
Minho hasn’t heard Chan mention the name Jisung before either.
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24 Dec 2025