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“She's mentioned you before,” Seungmin hummed, a slight bit of mischief in his eye when he looked at Chan again, his lips pulling into another, more secretive smile. “She told me we need to get married.”
Chan groaned, rubbing a hand over his face, “I don’t know why a six year old is so concerned with my love life.”
Seungmin laughed and Chan decided in that moment that he wanted to hear the sound forever. “Oh, what did she tell me last week? ‘Uncle Channie is making things too difficult - he doesn’t want a girlfriend, he wants a boyfriend. Where do I find him a boyfriend?’” Seungmin laughed even harder at the look of horror on Chan’s face.
in which Chan falls for his niece's kindergarten teacher who is every bit as sweet and adorable as Chan could have expected.
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04 Jan 2026
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“We may not be dating anymore, but I know how you drench yourself in your mate’s scent.”
“Well, if you hadn’t cornered me here—”
“I didn’t corner you—”
“If you hadn’t cornered me here, hyung and I would already be busy fixing that.”
“Hyung?”
“You do know you’re not the only man older than me in my life that I’m close with, right?” Not that he even is in Jisung’s life anymore. It’s been two years. However, not two years long enough that Jisung doesn’t remember how Minho used to metaphorically snap his teeth at anyone who Jisung dared to call hyung in his presence that wasn’t him.
It definitely doesn’t still get Jisung hot under the collar, and he’s definitely not testing to see if it still gets Minho to bite.
OR: Jisung broke up with Minho two years ago, and Hyunjin and Jisung are bound in a fake engagement. And Jisung’s really not great at lying.
And they’re all stuck on a cruise ship together.
Awesome.
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“Truth or dare, Jisung-ssi. You have to pick one.”
Jisung screws his eyes shut, pinches the bridge of his nose and grits out, “Dare.”
The grin on Seungmin’s face is so big that it threatens to split his face in half, Cheshire cat-like. “I dare you, Jisung-ssi, to sleep on the same bed as your roommate Lee Minho-ssi for the entirety of this retreat.”
Jisung’s stomach falls out his ass.
“What.”
office rivals lee minho and han jisung get paired up to sleep in the same cabin for a week-long company retreat. what happens next will shock you.
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“Seriously though, Ji,” Hyunjin continues as if the conversation hadn’t just unlocked Jisung’s worst memories of walking in on his best friends in various compromising positions. “If you really want help, why don’t you try out a heat assistant?”
“A what?” Chan chokes out.
Jisung can feel Hyunjin’s eye roll without looking in his direction. “A heat assistant, hyung. There’s rut assistants too, you know. It’s totally normal.”(or: Jisung's heats are becoming unbearable, and at Hyunjin's suggestion, tries out an app that assigns heat assistants. His assistant is the last person he'd expect.)
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Minho would’ve chuckled at the big, black fuzzy caterpillar of a hat on the guy onstage if he hadn’t gotten stuck on his bright, round eyes. Or his soft pink-tinted cheeks. Or the awkward, but cute way his feet nervously turned inward as he adjusted the strap of his guitar. Or the gentle twinge of brunette slipping over his forehead.
Maybe the array of buttons on his jacket was part of it too.
“Hi, I’m-” Mic feedback screeched and the poor guy winced as he scrunched his face. “Sorry…I’m HAN. Han Jisung is my real name, but you know, needed a stage name.” He bit his lip and slid his fingers over the fret of his red electric guitar. “It’s bingo night? That’s cool.”
He was so awkward that Minho wanted to eat him. In an endearing way, not like a cannibal or something. Though his clipboard was meant for taking bingo attendance, Minho couldn’t help but pencil in “Han Jisung” above the margins, just so he wouldn’t forget.
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03 Jan 2026