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Hyunjin hesitated, quickly realizing he hated the idea of Jeongin being alone for his favorite day of the year. He swallowed, then spoke before he could talk himself out of it. “You could stay here,” he said.
Jeongin blinked and looked over at him. “Here?”
“For Christmas,” Hyunjin clarified, keeping his tone casual, like it wasn’t a big thing. “If you want to, I mean.”
or: jeongin has no plans for the holidays, hyunjin feels sick about it.
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“What the—” Jeongin turned back to Hyunjin, pointing at the retreating figure like he’d just seen a ghost. “Did you tell him?”
Hyunjin had already ducked behind him, hiding the bottom half of his face behind his scarf. “I didn’t! I swear!” he exclaimed, “He must’ve heard it from someone else, maybe one of your classmates... or the barista!”
“How would the barista even-" Jeongin paused, dragging a hand down his face. "Do you know many people have said it to me today?”
Hyunjin rocked on his heels. “I stopped counting after eight.”
“That was before noon.”
or: it’s jeongin’s birthday and hyunjin wakes with love brimming over. loud, golden, impossible to hide.
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Jisung stayed curled at the end of the couch, hunched into the same ratty hoodie he’d worn for days. “There’s nothing to say,” he muttered, flat, distant.
“There’s always something to say,” Minho replied gently this time, like he was afraid of scaring him further away.
Jisung’s mouth twisted before the bitterness could be swallowed down. He pushed up off the couch, chest tightening, eyes hot. “Yeah?” he snapped, voice raw. “Like what? That I wake up every day and wish I wasn’t still here? That no matter how hard you try, you can’t fix me and I’m dragging you down with me?”
Minho didn’t react right away. He didn’t raise his voice, but his expression faltered—just a flicker of something cracking behind his eyes. “You don’t have to be fixed.”
“But I do. ” Jisung’s voice cracked on the words. His hands shook, knotted into the too-long sleeves of his hoodie. “You say that like this isn’t killing you too. Like it’s fine that I’m not the person you fell in love with anymore.”
or: jisung falls inward—slow, ache-limned, quiet—and minho, with both arms, learns to cradle what remains. they move forward, or backward, or somewhere in between.
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- Part 1 of lenkerverse
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There was another one.
Hyunjin paused in the doorway, hands still damp from the dishes he’d just finished, the faint scent of lemon soap clinging to his skin as his eyes locked onto Jeongin. A roll of tape was clenched between his teeth, precariously held, while one hand gripped a fresh CB97 tour poster, unfurled and shining like a sacred scroll newly discovered.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Hyunjin muttered.
Jeongin turned his head over his shoulder, that familiar mischievous grin spreading wide, like he’d been caught doing something delightfully wrong but refused to regret it. “Limited edition,” he said, “Signed. Gold ink. Look at that linework.”
or: hyunjin cares a little too much about what his roommate jeongin is interested in, jeongin doesn't even know hes looking.
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Jeongin took a shaky breath, stepping just a fraction closer. The space between them seemed to pulse with possibility. “I used to think dancing was the only way I could feel.”
Hyunjin’s gaze softened, voice barely a breath. “And now?”
“Now,” Jeongin said, eyes locking with Hyunjin’s, “I feel when you look at me.”
or: hyunjin always seems to see what jeongin is trying to hide.
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- Part 1 of pas de deux (a dance for two)
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"If you could do anything," Jisung continues. "No consequences. What would you do?"
"I would kiss you,” Minho says.
"You can.”
"I can't."
“I can keep a secret, Minho,” Jisung says, leaning over the center console, taking up Minho’s space because he knows how much Minho likes Jisung taking up his space.
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Or: Jisung is a university senior running from what happened last semester. Minho is his older, crush-worthy professor who makes for a mind-numbing distraction.
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26 Jan 2026
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Minho has never hated himself more than he does in this moment, because the first thought that crosses his mind once his eyes land on the face in front of him is please, please be the roommate, please be the roommate.
“Thanks a lot for letting us stay here,” the taller of the two says with a smile that’s courteous, yet still seems genuine. “I’m—” not the roommate, not the roommate, Minho pleads silently “—Seungmin. It’s nice to meet you.
Seungmin. The roommate. Minho smiles anyway, gives him a quick, polite handshake, and then turns back to who can only be his cousin’s boyfriend.
“That makes you Jisung, then?”
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25 Jan 2026
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Hey,
I used to live in your house. I’m drunk in Seoul, and it’s the only address I know.
Happy Holidays.
Jisung.
Or: On the path that leads Jisung to try to navigate between his dreams and the ghost of a dead rock star father, he finds Minho.
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- Part 1 of Who we are
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25 Jan 2026
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"There it is," Hyunjin says, pointing at Jisung's contemplative face. "You're not heartbroken, just horny and vindictive."
"You know me so well, baby." Jisung claps his hands once. "Now focus. Tell me what Mr. Lee is into."
Hyunjin blinks. "What?"
Jisung crouches in front of him, eyes gleaming as he takes Hyunjin's limp hands in his for good measure. "Does he like twinks with perky asses? Whiny bottoms? Come on, give me something to work with!"
"How would I know?" Hyunjin says and sighs like a man who knows he won't get out of this alive. Not if he doesn't play along. So he shrugs. "From what I know he likes expensive bourbon, cats and arguing with judges."
Jisung considers that for a moment, then nods. "I can work with that."
Hyunjin whimpers. "Of course you can."
Or: Jisung's boyfriend cheats on him. He decides to fuck his dad in retaliation.
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19 Jan 2026
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“I’m not enough for you anymore, is that it?!” Jisung barrels on, breathless. His eyes sting, his throat burns. He chokes on his own spit a little as he shouts, feeling like his insides are spilling out onto the floor with every word. When he throws his phone towards the couch, it hits the ground with a sharp crunch. “You have to pick up other guys and fuck them too?! I bet your hoodie is covered in some stranger’s come, that’s why you’re never wearing-”
When he rips Minho’s hoodie out of his arms, he stops in his tracks, eyes widening. Instead of streaks of white he’s met with splatters of red, bloodstains covering the grey fabric.
“Huh…?”
(or; jisung assumes his boyfriend is cheating on him. the truth is far from what he feared.)
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13 Jan 2026