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There are many things Minho doesn't understand about Changbin, and he wants to.
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" An alumnus meet that Minho craved to attend, dance with his loved one Chan wouldn't offend
the empty space that longed to be filled, stuck in time slow and stilled "~ minho loves chan. loves too much.
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[ bubble message from Chan]
C: I'm hungry...
It's 5 am
"I'll try not to ruin your appetite before breakfast baby,"
Chan’s ears redden over the implication of it all.
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in which insomniac jisung cannot sleep until its 6:15 am; but manages to pass time listening to a late-night podcast. Only catch, this podcast is hosted by none other than his next-door neighbour and fellow nocturnal, Chan.
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or that one fic that's sorta based on my life... dedicated to minmin <3 and all the chansungers out there ^^
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~ in which long-distance couple minho and chan meet up every six months to make things work between them, just this time around they want to spice up their sex life and what other way than to visit a sex toy shop?
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~ that one fic where minho and chan try out shibari bondage that nobody asked for :')
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It becomes harder for Jisung to hook up with strangers and get his bloody fix when all he can think about is the man he's been seeing not-so-casually for months. Minho doesn't know his true nature, and Jisung wants it to stay that way. But as he starves himself and grows undeniably weaker by the second, the secret becomes increasingly harder to keep.
Minho has always loved taking care of him. Maybe a little too much, in this case. Jisung is all too happy to return the favor.
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30 Jan 2022
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“It’d make my job easier if you took this off,” Jisung says, tugging at the hem of Minho’s hoodie.
“Right,” Minho mutters dryly, but he’s fairly quick to compliantly peel it off and toss it aside, exposing an expanse of soft, untouched skin that Jisung is anxious to claim. “So how should we…”
Jisung’s lips lift into a crooked smirk as he leans back on his hands, legs spread wide. “You can bend over my lap if you’d like.”
Minho sighs. “I’m going to regret this for the rest of my life, aren’t I.”
(or: Minho makes a deal with his annoying neighborhood demon to keep his friend safe, and something between them snaps.)