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Jisung thinks he isn’t cut out for relationships. Minho might just manage to change his mind.
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Minho was just supposed to steal the Crown Jewels. Jisung’s heart wasn’t a part of the deal.
(Or, the most wanted thief in the country meets the Crown Prince.)
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“Want me to knot you?”
Jisung freezes.
Reboots. He forgets everything that was on his mind: grades, thesis paper, finals, everything.
He still hasn't forgotten the first time Minho suggested this. Still thinks it's a fever dream he conjured up even though he woke up the next morning with Minho curled up beside him with the alpha's cum leaking out.
But they never spoke about it. Went about life like it's normal to knot and be knotted by your best friend and it did feel normal.
Jisung just thought it would never happen again.
“Yes please.”
Jisung doesn't know why he doesn't shy away or say no or laugh like it's a big joke and then continue eating.
The thought of Minho's knot being stuffed inside him again is the only thing racking his brain now.
Minho smiles and reaches over to tickle the underside of Jisung's chin, “Good boy. So polite.”
Knot-sitting between friends is completely normal. So what if Jisung harbors feelings for his alpha best friend? Doesn't mean he can't sit on his knot for pure platonic reasons. Right?
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It’s natural—the way a volcano is natural, an ever-present threat, even when dormant, and yet people continue to build homes and lives around it. The way they don’t escape from it, only prepare as best as they can so that when fire and lava come flowing down, they’ll be ready.
Minho can only ever hope for that.
or: a study of color, fire, and love.
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“Minho, listen to me. Whatever you do, don’t bite him, okay?”
“Bite,” Minho repeats foggily, liking the way the word feels in his mouth, between his teeth.
“I wouldn’t usually be concerned about your control, but with you two…”
“Us two.” He thinks about it. He’s never let himself think of them as an us before. Jisung continues to linger by the door, so close, painfully close. Within claiming distance. Just a scant inch or two of door between them.
“He’s your blind spot,” Chan says matter-of-factly.
“Blind spot?”
There’s a short sigh. “This conversation is going nowhere. I’m coming over, okay? Minho? I’m coming.”
“Minho?” Jisung asks again, and he can feel himself smiling, sunning in the sound of his voice.
“Sung-ah,” Minho says warmly, phone slipping from his hand and thunking softly against the carpeted floor. “Omega.”
Jisung presents late, panics, and hides it from his friends. As the weeks pass, Minho is haunted by a mystery scent that calls to him like nothing ever has before.
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When Jisung laid eyes on a man so pretty not even the delicate dew of morning spring could compare, he was immediately falling — quite literally. In the few short moments his eyes strayed from the path in front, he walked right into a lamppost.
A dusty pavement and the throbbing on his forehead was the first sentence in their story. And even as the pretty stranger jogged toward him looking concerned and panicked, helping him back up to his feet, Jisung never quite stopped falling.
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Loving someone means changing yourself into what they want and need, right? Minho would disagree but alas, Jisung is no mind-reader.
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After a less than stellar break-up, Minho has resigned himself to a quiet last two years of college. His plans are ruined, however, when a boy with pretty brown eyes stumbles into his life with his two overexcited friends. Awed by their passion and energy, Minho feels he has no choice but to help them prepare for the winter concert, even if he feels like the stage will fall out from under him and his shoes will pull him down.
(or, alternatively: minho gave up his spark a long time ago. jisung helps him realize he can still shine.)
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Minho is the snow and the ice, the chill in the air, the frost that climbs up houses and settles over the grass. Hyunjin is the newly bloomed flowers and the return of sun rays, the cherry blossoms and the drops of dew.
Minho is the inevitable tempest of Winter; Hyunjin is the gentle kiss of Spring. Naturally, the one that brings life loathes the one that takes it.
(or, alternatively: hyunjin is petty and slowly realizes minho isn't actually all that bad.)
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Jisung decided that he liked the man’s attention. More, more, more. He wanted more of it. He wanted to know why Know had taken such an interest in him. He wanted to know if Know would give him more attention if he asked for it.
The curiosity that had always been kept at bay suddenly surged forth like a tidal wave, crashing over him. He seemingly forgot where it had led him last time, letting his mind fill with those thoughts. It felt like electricity buzzing under his skin, reaching the tips of his fingers. It felt like ivy, winding around his arms and heart, slowly tightening its grip.
He heard the whispering in the back of his head.
It’s not curiosity. It’s obsession.
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Years after hiding away, Jisung finally meets his match.
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To be fair, Chan was right: after three months, the guy broke up with Jisung over text and moved on to someone else within a week. It being his first heartbreak, Jisung had been distraught, spending hours on call with Chan where they just sat and listened to sad music.
It would’ve been sweet if Chan wasn’t how he was with Jisung.
He’d gone to visit Jisung about two weeks after the breakup and brought Changbin with him even though they weren’t dating yet, but Changbin was willing to do anything for him at that point and vice versa. Minho had absolutely no idea what went down, and to this day, still has no clue, because Chan contains multitudes and Changbin is loyal to a fault.
All he knows is that the guy transferred out a couple of weeks later, leaving Jisung an Edible Arrangement apologizing for hurting him. He’d also sent Chan and Changbin a gift card for a nice restaurant in the area, so Minho’s guess as to what happened is as good as anybody’s.
Relationships have never been easy for Minho, but falling in love with your overprotective best friend's brother is a whole different story
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Listen, Jisung’s a curious guy. He’s got a natural desire to take online quizzes and find out all possible aspects of his personality. So he clicks it. Just for fun! Jisung is secure in his sexuality; he’s not expecting to find out he’s gay through some stupid online quiz.
or, Jisung takes one of those online "Am I Gay?" quizzes. Minho helps him figure it out.
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This particular act requires some moon walking and, perhaps, a few hip thrusts when he’s feeling a little spicy. Today seems like as good a time as any to heat it up. Especially when Michael Jackson's Beat It starts playing, prompting him to start singing a verse with all the flair he can muster.
Jisung makes sure to sing the little adverbs at the end of each line as he dances around the small space, letting the balloons flow with him. It might be some of his best work yet.
Once the short snippet is over, Jisung steps forward to hand Minho the bouquet with an apologetic smile. “Uhm, Wooyoung-ssi wanted me to add that he’s packed all your belongings and you can come get them any time.”
Minho fixes him with an unimpressed glare, but he still takes the balloons from his waiting hand. “Wow, that was perhaps the worst way I’ve ever been broken up with. Congrats.”
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Jisung is a singing telegram that gets hired to break up with Minho, but he feels very bad about it. Cue Jisung being just the rebound date Minho needs to get past his heartache. -
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“Well that backfired. C’mere hyung, I’ll tickle those lewd noises right out of you,” Jisung says, laughing evilly and coming up behind Minho so he can wrap his arms around him and go for the belly.
“Kyaaaa! Hannie! Noooo!” Minho cries out, wiggling in his hold. The sound rings in Jisung’s ears, far too similar to the hentai he’d used to get himself off the night before, and that nervous feeling and those sweaty palms come back as he works up Minho’s torso.
“Give it up, Linoring,” he says, though the words come out far more quietly than intended, more of a whisper into Minho’s ear than anything else. He feels Minho pause and tense a little bit beneath him before writhing in his grasp again and letting out a high moan.
“Jisung! Iyaaa!”
Or: Minho tries to deter the members from tickling him by making lewd noises. Jisung likes them way too much.
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Chan's message comes in at 1:17AM.
Minho notices the time first, because he always notices the time when something is about to split his life in two, when his life tilts just enough that everything from that moment forward will be measured as before and after, whether he wants it to be or not.
He's half-asleep, face pressed into his pillow, phone screen casting a dim, bluish glow in the dark, night mode turned on but still too bright for the hour, and for a second he thinks it's just another group chat notification, another meme, another voice note he'll pretend not to smile at before rolling over and letting sleep take him.
Then he reads Chan's name.Channie hyung:
been working on something new with Jisung
I think you should hear it before the whole world does
[mp3 file attached]Chan sends Volcano to Minho before its release.
The one word he couldn't say finally finds its way out. -
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“Okay, but now I’m curious, how many of us have kissed each other?” Yongbok asks.
“Channie-hyung’s kissed everyone,” Minho says. Even if he doesn’t know for sure, it feels right. The cheek kisses, the forehead kisses, the little temple kisses. It’s probably true.
Chan shrugs. “I probably have.”
Hyunjin rolls his eyes. “Not like that.”
“Like what?” Jisung asks.
“Like you mean it,” Hyunjin says. He gets this look on his face. One Minho knows too well. “I bet I can kiss every one of you before you can kiss each other.” -
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Minho is doing it on purpose, trying to bait a fool ass idiot into falling into his trap. And Chan is nothing if not a fool ass idiot.
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It was a bit like this. Minho was peeling open a mandarin orange and offering sweet little slices, but there just weren’t enough slices to go around. And Seungmin didn’t need it anyways—not the way that some of the others did—and Minho knew that. Wanting was a different matter. If it was about wanting, then Seungmin wanted the whole orange.
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There is a rumble in his chest, a start of a growl, upper lip twitching. His fingers curl tightly around Minho's wrist.
"Easy," Minho hums like it's nothing, "you don't wanna get fussy with me."
[or: Minho tilts the universe and reshapes everything Jisung has known his whole life.]
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"Are you still nervous?" Minho asks, retaining that addictive nonchalance to his voice.
Jisung releases a pathetic little laugh between his gritting teeth. “Yeah,” he breathes out. “Just a little bit.”
"Let me smoke you out, then."
Jisung makes the mistake of letting his curious gaze wander, allowing a mesmerized "How?" to escape him. He's done the moment their eyes meet, because then Minho's taking Jisung's jaw in his hand while the other holds what's left of his blunt, dark eyes trailing down to the lips he wants to coax apart.
"Open for me."
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Shotgunning: the practice of inhaling smoke and then exhaling it into another individual's mouth.
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Three years have passed since the start of the zombie apocalypse. Former idol Lee Minho finds himself far away from the golden cage of his past life, now part of a group of survivors who are desperately trying to find a way to survive alongside the Infected. The others are more sexually fluid in the wake of the Apocalypse, and as the group’s token cishet, Minho often feels like an outsider, having developed a cold, surly exterior to match.
Change comes in the form of the Passers' newest recruit, Yang Jeongin, who blasts through Minho's fake exterior and leaves him questioning in ways he never thought possible.
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- Part 1 of Turn left for 성역