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Jisung has divination running through his veins. He knows his worth, and he knows his God. At least- he thought he did. Now, God looks a little less holy and a little more feline, but still sacred in His grace. Jisung is willing to fall, if it means feeling salvation at the hands of a creature that looks like a saint.
Or: church boy Jisung just met Lee Minho, who isn’t like the other boys in the flock. Jisung feels a twist in his gut- needs to figure Minho out, even if Minho drags Jisung down with him.
Bookmarked by strayingoff
27 Jan 2026
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this delicious treat of a fic mmm hmmmm mmm
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It's the first thing Jisung tells his new roommate when they move into their dorm. He has insomnia, and he stays up late. Really late. Sometimes all night.
Minho simply blinks and nods, bending down to unwrap a bundle of clothes and move them into his dresser.
Jisung tries not to stare at his ass.
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Jisung has insomnia. His new roommate Minho might be the cure.
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24 Jan 2026
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Jisung thrives in the face of a challenge, and Professor Lee Minho is the most compelling he's ever faced. When intellect, impulse, and attraction intertwine, their scholarly interactions become a battlefield of seduction, logic, and desire.
“You know, you look young to be a professor.”
“I’m probably old enough to be your father.”
“That doesn’t mean much. My dad had me young. And honestly, poor impulse control might just run in the family.”
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Jisung draws in a breath that sounds too loud in this intimate stillness, his chest rising under Minho's arm. His phone tilts uselessly in his hand, forgotten and gone dark, and he sets it aside on the nightstand without really looking or thinking about it. The rest of the world fades. All he can feel is that warmth and weight, the steady pressure, the way his body seems to orient itself around that single point of contact.
"Hyung?"
"Yeah?" Minho murmurs, his voice a sleepy rumble against Jisung's shoulder.
Jisung hesitates. "Can I ask you something?"
Minho's fingers still. A small pause stretches between them. "Okay."
"Why do you–" Jisung exhales, the words slipping out rougher and much more uncertain than he expects. "Why here? You always touch… yeah, you always– here."
Minho’s hands always end up in the same place. Jisung finally asks why.
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10 Jan 2026
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jisung discovered that minho has slept with all their friends except for him. he takes that very personally. so, minho offers to fuck him to assuage his curiosity.
Bookmarked by strayingoff
09 Jan 2026