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The only reason that Jisung's eyes keep flickering to his professor's lips as he talks is because he's trying to really digest what he's saying, and that's it. It's not because he's thinking about what it would be like to feel the shape of them on his own, if they're as soft as they look, if they're as sweet as the words that leave them. Would they taste like his regular drink at the campus cafe?
(or: Jisung is happy, and he is in love.)
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Kevin nods towards Sangyeon. “Tell him what’s been happening recently.”
They’re in a dressing room, which is as private as they get. It’s no different in his room, in the corridors, in photo studios. At one point you learn to just accept the buzz of people that constantly surrounds you at work.
“I got mobbed the other day,” he dances around the subject. “The venue bodyguards didn’t do much to help. And the swatting. And the photos.”
And then he asks Kevin to fill Sangyeon in, and he does. There’s no need for him to rant on after all, that was just another show, because when do these stop? And Chanhee is free to sit down in his chair again, push his sunglasses back on, think about what he can't stand the very sight of Sangyeon.or
Chanhee gets a bodyguard. Chanhee does not like having a bodyguard for a myriad of reasons. Chanhee attempts to make the bodyguard's work as difficult as possible, but he bites off more than he can chew - Sangyeon isn't the right person to play cat and mouse with.
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“Do I know you?” the stranger asks, squinting into Jisung’s face. Then he splits into something of a maniacal smile. Snaps his fingers, pokes one into Jisung’s sternum. “You. You’re Jiwon, from 1-Up.”
“Oh my god,” Jisung squeaks when he finds his voice. And around a bewildered laugh, “J.ONE, not Jiwon.”
“What’d you say?”
“J—never mind.”
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Han Jisung, songwriter-producer and ex-idol, never drinks past his alcohol tolerance. That is, until one night, after a stressful workweek and yet another breakup, he does… and ends up so wasted he accidentally confesses to the man of his dreams, who also happens to be his best friend's boyfriend.
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“How long are you sticking around?”
“At least a month.”
Jeongin’s brows creep up toward his hairline. “Right,” he says eventually. “Um.” He massages at his closed eyelids, like Hyunjin is giving him a migraine. “You still know your way around, right? Like, do you need a tour of where the bathroom is? Laundry? Linen closet?”
Hyunjin’s lip curls, halfway to a snarl. “I think I’ll manage.”
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Signed to a modeling agency at seventeen and working a nonstop five years since, all Hyunjin wants to do now is go home. But this summer, only his best friend’s brother is in town.
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11 Jan 2023
Bookmarker's Notes
this is a beautiful piece of work. and i hate when fics are inspired by a taylor swift song because they are awfully good and gut wrenchingly emotional.