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It was Jisung who’d bought the weed, a few pre-rolls from the dispensary next to the office building they’ve been in and out of for days.
He doesn’t get high regularly, none of them do, but it’s nice when they come to America. A special treat, he likes to think.
So after their last meeting of the day, they’d sat on the back patio of their house and lit the first joint.
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16 Jun 2026
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Manager Lee Minho definitely works out. He works out from head to toe, toes included. Changbin's seen those toes now. He has to see the whole body. He has to.
"Do you work out, Manager Lee?" Changbin asks. "What do you do for exercise?" He ogles the senior employee's waist, the place where his shirt tucks into his pants.
Manager Lee swings on his winter jacket and it all gets covered up. "I box," he says.
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The whistle from behind him is weak. Minho shouldn't dignify it with a response, but he can't help himself. He looks over his shoulder to see Jisung, propped up on the pillows, one arm behind his head and the comforter down around his hips. Lazy, cocky, eyelids sleep-heavy, posed like some kind of underwear ad. "Nice view," he says, lingering on Minho's ass.
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15 Jun 2026
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Minho sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I had no idea you worked here, but this doesn’t have to be weird. Don’t make it weird.”
“What doesn’t have to be weird?” Jisung presses. “Why are you here?”
“I’m teaching a ballet class.” He wiggles his hands in the air unenthusiastically. “Surprise.”
“You’re teaching—” Jisung pinches the bridge of his nose. Of course.
Of course the instructor of the ballet class he just signed his daughter up for is the amazing one night stand who won't leave his mind. The guy who works at a fucking sex shop and had Jisung tied up in his bed over the weekend.
Fucking hell.
(in which — between frequent hook-ups and his daughter's endless adoration for her new dance teacher — Jisung is screwed.)
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Because Minho’s life sucks, STRAY KIDS I.N FUNNY/CLUMSY MOMENTS COMPILATION #3 🤣 continues to play. In the video, Jeongin groans throatily as he drops a camera. In his lap, Minho’s dick twitches. In the doorway, Jisung points and guffaws. It’s full-bodied, so sudden he launches into a coughing fit that miraculously doesn’t stop him. Even as his eyes water he keeps pointing, his tongue sticking out like a toddler as he wheezes. Minho imagines cutting it out of his mouth. Instead, he settles for rolling stiffly onto his side to face the wall, because it feels less awkward than taking his sticky hand off his dick. He never got around to pulling his pants all the way down anyway, so at least like this he isn’t mooning Jisung. The moon… that’s a good idea. Minho can rocket launch himself there to never be seen again.
“Oh, god,” Jisung says, fighting to catch his breath as he holds himself up against the doorframe. “Oh. Hyung. Wow. That’s crazy. Is- don’t tell me it’s him dropping things. It can’t be! You’d die of chafing. Is it-? Oh my god, is it the noises? Jeonginnie’s silly old man noises?”
(Minho gets off to Jeongin's silly noises. It's supposed to be a secret.)