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Lee Minho is soft and sharp and dark and bright all at once, like evening sun against shadows.
As he shrugs his backpack off, the strap slips and reveals a small enamel pin on his jacket breast.
A little rainbow with clouds around it. Don't Hide, the slogan reads.
Jisung's heart stops.
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Han Jisung's guide to making your once teenage selfs nugu paraoscial crush turned adult workplace crush think you're homophobic (No, that's not what he set out to do. But, here we are.)
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27 Nov 2025
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“Hyung,” Jisung says, quieter than he means to. “Can I ask you something?”
Minho looks up, glass paused halfway to his mouth. “What is it?”
Jisung could ask about music. Hockey. Anything normal. Anything that wouldn't make his heart try to claw out of his ribs.
Except he doesn’t.
“Can you teach me how to be a dom?”
OR, the one where Jisung asks his roommate to teach him how to be a dom and learns something else entirely.
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25 Nov 2025
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Admittedly, it would be far easier to tell Jisung he’s hot as hell than for Minho to confess he likes him. Desire is clean, elemental— it flares and burns. And attachment is tying one’s wrists in silk cord and setting down on a silver platter, offering not only the body but the marrow inside it. To like someone is to invite consumption. To like, love someone is to sharpen the knife for them.
Minho likes to think he doesn’t surrender to things. Not to feelings, not to Jisung, not to fleeting moments of warmth. It’s all painfully untrue. And for someone struggling with sincerity —his therapist’s delicate euphemism— it is entirely expected. Truth is a currency he spends sparingly, and only when it suits him.
or: Minho works in a tattoo shop in Paris—and so does Jisung, which is the beginning of every problem worth having.
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17 Nov 2025
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“It was nice to meet you,” Minho said, and Jisung had no idea why his heart was racing. His touch was so gentle that Jisung almost couldn’t believe it—he’d expected those muscles to accidentally crush his fingers in his grip.
“Yeah, same,” he said, his voice barely coming out.
He saw Minho eyeing the brace he was wearing, his eyebrows furrowing as he gently ran his fingertips over the padding of it.
“With me, you’d never get hurt like this,” Minho said confidently, and Jisung could feel the blush rushing to his cheeks. “That’s a promise.”
or what happens when Minho becomes the bodyguard for the famous rockstar Han Jisung?
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05 Nov 2025
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“No,” Minho sighs, regretting what he's about to reveal before he’s even revealed it, but he knows it has to get to his little gaggle of gays sooner rather than later. “We’re just sleeping together.”
Felix nearly spits out his water. “What?!” he yells as best he can through his coughing fit. “And the world didn’t implode?”
“Like not just in the same bed?” Hyunjin chirps in, eyes wide. “Like dicks in ass and everything?” Minho just sighs again and looks up at the ceiling. Maybe he should have just kept this in forever.
“Well I guess we know what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object,” Seungmin deadpans, sliding over on his wheelie chair before stopping perfectly in the center of the doorway. “They fuck.”
(OR: Minho and Jisung have slept with everyone except each other. Until that changes. No feelings attached, of course.)
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06 Nov 2025