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“Look, I know it's hard being a control freak with the constant need to… I dunno, dominate everything within a 2-mile radius—”
“—when have I ever—”
“—which is exactly why you need to change, hyung.” Felix shakes Minho by the shoulders, so vigorously his vision starts to spin. “Getting thrown around in bed is a wonderful, vulnerable, mind-numbing, soul-awakening experience which’ll reset your poor little neurons.”
“My neurons,” says Minho through gritted teeth, “Do not need resetting.”
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After sucking off the wrong person at a club bathroom glory hole, a series of events occur, each one turning Minho's life just a little off-kilter. -
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He stands there, spending an embarrassingly, sickeningly long amount of time staring at Minho’s thighs, because this stranger is somehow doing things to his libido that he hasn’t experienced in ages. Hence-
Minho’s thighs.
Jisung idly wonders how he’d look with shorts on, and the mere thought sends his brain spiralling into a very horny abyss. He jolts with surprise when Minho calls his name from where he’d been tapping against the planks on the ceiling.
“No wires or pipes here, right?”(OR)
Jisung finds a new hyperfixation in the form of his stupidly hot beeman. -
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Chan smiles that wicked smirk of his, lifting his arms lazily above his head. The shirt moves with him, black mesh creating new patterns upon the defined lines of his chest. Jeongin’s sure he’s drooling by now.
“Why, Innie?” he coos, again with that mocking voice. “Like what you see?”
Jeongin rubs a hand over his red, swollen lips. “It’s the most useless top in existence.”
Chan laughs in response, leaning a little, flicking his fingers on Jeongin’s nose.
“Yeah. Just like you.”(OR)
Bang Chan and his useless top(s). -
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Jisung was a man of absolutely no self control.
He knew damn well that he was going to regret this, regret saying the words out loud, regret thinking about it in the first place. But he wasn’t a seasoned criminal. He wasn’t even built to last a day without a bath. The fact that he had made it so far without completely losing it was a testament to how close to the edge he had already been walking on.
He opened up his wallet, counting the bills. Just for good measure. There was nothing to measure.
“Hey, Minho?”
“Yeah?”
Forgive me, dear mother, for I have sinned.
“Can we rob a department store?”
Minho made a short sound, as if he’d suppressed a laugh. “Why, I thought you’d never ask."(OR)
One fateful day, two strangers wake up together in a car with no memory of what happened, only to discover that they somehow became wanted criminals overnight.*not abandoned! author just got sidetracked for a while*
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This was just a nightmare after all.
Minho smirked, and then they were kissing, teeth clicking together and tongues swirling in unison. It was messy and disorganised, and Minho’s iron grip on his jaw was so tight it was bruising him. But Chan couldn’t get enough of those soft, plush lips against his, and the way Minho’s body burned like a brand over his limp body.
He couldn't stop kissing him back.(OR)
Chan is an ordinary, hardworking insomniac. Minho is his sleep paralysis demon.
They have sex every night.
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“I’m Jisung, by the way,” he said, tucking his gun into the holster at his side. Minho traced the movement with his gaze, his body still braced for impact. Jisung cracked a smile. “Sorry for putting a gun to your head.”
(A year ago, Minho left the Agency and vowed to never return to his life as an assassin. Today, Jisung knocks on his door. Jisung, who has been dead for almost two years.)
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It’s funny, Jisung thinks, the way things work out in the end.
As in… they don’t.
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Jisung is twenty-two when the tributes of the 100th annual Hunger Games are reaped from ages eighteen to thirty.
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20 Sep 2026
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“Jisung-ah?”
“Yes?”
On the other line, Lee Minho huff-laughs. “Voice got deep, huh?”
Han Jisung has everything lined up: a successful career, a sleek apartment in Gangnam, a girlfriend he cares deeply for. Even a diamond ring in a nightstand drawer, awaiting just the right moment.
A prepaid call from Seobu Penitentiary upsets the balance.
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19 Sep 2026
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It starts with a box. A small square of cardboard sitting innocuously in the hallway in front of Minho’s door when he gets back from his Social Exclusion lecture. There’s a strip of silver tape across the top and a typed label with the address of the alpha dorm building but no name or return address.
That box is the sole reason for the calamities to press upon him.
Well, no, it isn’t but Minho occasionally endeavours to enjoy the luxury of blaming someone or something else for his hardships.
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19 Sep 2026
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When Jisung is between the cameras and his group members, he rarely has control over the nonsense that leaves his mouth. He responds naturally, bolstered by their presence; in so many ways, they make him unafraid to be himself.
Sometimes, that gets him into trouble.
Jisung and Minho make a bet that changes everything.
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15 Sep 2026