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Lee Minho has a crush.
It’s only the second week of the semester, and Minho is already head over heels in love with the boy who sits in front of him, Lee Felix. After overhearing that Felix is in desperate need of a new base on the cheerleading team, Minho devises a plan to sweep him off his feet.
What he doesn’t account for is being paired with top flyer Han Jisung instead. Within a matter of weeks, his life is thrown into a nauseating full up stunt — a complete 360 from everything he thought he knew about love.
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11 Aug 2025
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Even though they briefly discussed it last night, Chan sees the physical evidence as Minho kisses Hyunjin before his eyes. He’s falling for him. Hard. Or super soft, depending on how one looks at it. He’s grateful, relieved, and a bunch of other things to feel happy about it though, Chan can’t deny that. All this talking won’t do them any good if either of them walk around holding grudges or keep things inside, but at least on Chan’s end, that’s thankfully not an issue.
“Okay?” he hears Minho murmur between kisses, easily adjusting his own body in time with Hyunjin’s increasing proximity. “Okay, pretty?”
“Mm,” Hyunjin nods dutifully after crawling all the way into Minho’s lap, drawing another soft chuckle out of Chan’s charmed husband. “This is good. Like kissing you.”
“How sweet you are,” Minho coos, eyes flicking over to meet Chan’s for a second before returning to their pretty boyfriend. “Come here, yeah? Let me kiss that pretty mouth again.”
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- Part 5 of two times the trouble
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02 Aug 2025
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Me
guess what
Felix Yongbok
what?
Me
met this guy last night at the bar and look what I woke up to
Jisung doesn't know what compels him to say yes when Minho asks him out for a dance and a drink and to spend the night with him, but he does. In the morning, Minho's cat is sitting face to face with him (and the rest is history).
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31 Jul 2025
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“You can–ah–” Jisung’s hips kick up but Minho’s right hand is quick to pin him right back down, easily. “If I fall asleep, just keep going–”
Minho stops. Blinks. “Jisung.”
Jisung begs, albeit sleepily. “Pleasepleaseplease don’t stop. Hyung, please.”
“We’ve never talked about this.” He takes Jisung’s lower lip between his teeth and tugs, like doing so would drag to the surface any of Jisung's remaining consciousness and he’d hear how ridiculous he sounds for suggesting Minho fuck him while he sleeps. “We need to talk about this.”
Ridiculous, he repeats to himself, trying to conjure some rationale in a place where it should’ve been so, so abundant and intuitive.
Right?
Or: With the next leg of the tour coming up, Jisung is exhausted. Minho tells him to sleep, but Jisung has something else in mind.
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01 Jul 2025
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Minho laughed, soft and airy. “I’m trying so hard to be a good hyung to you and encourage you to take care of yourself and all you care about is my filthy sock?”
Hyunjin wanted to feel ashamed but the immediate feeling to Minho’s words was a rush of arousal swirling in his stomach. He didn’t reply, he didn’t have to at this point, and Minho grinned slyly. “It’s crazy. You’re so pretty and perfect with your eight step skincare routine and your manicured nails. No one would ever think that you’d get off to having my sock stuffed in your mouth.”
Maybe it was the phrasing. Maybe Hyunjin had an unknown thing for degradation. Regardless, a weak moan was spilling from his lips before he even felt it coming. His eyes went wide and he slapped both hands over his mouth, staring up at Minho with humiliation that he caught too late to try and hide.
Minho’s smile dropped, gaze was thick with something that Hyunjin was unable to read. A few seconds passed, Hyunjin trying to comprehend what might be going through Minho’s head before his smirk eased back and he held up the sock a little higher. “You want it?” he asked.
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01 Jul 2025