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Three boys, one apartment, zero survival instincts.
Minho is doing his best not to murder the new roommate with cutlery.
Jisung is doing his best to survive an ever-growing list of apartment rules he somehow breaks just by existing.
Hyunjin is doing his best to pretend that inviting a third roommate in won’t make their whole life implode.
Roommates AU with too much pining, weaponized free dinners, terrible decisions in love, and one very patient neighbor who did not sign up to feed an entire building.
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Minho bans Jisung from touching him ever again. One small problem: Jisung really, really wants to.
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04 Feb 2026
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At the age of 18, Han Jisung took the exams to join the police force. At 20, he was considered a prodigy at the local police station where he worked. He quickly rose through the ranks and at the age of 24, he joined the South Korean federal police force.
At 25, he was assigned to the case on the Lee Group, the most influential and dangerous organised crime organisation in the country.
Since the death of his parents, Jisung has been driven by a single goal: revenge.
He will infiltrate the Lee Group in order to destroy it from within and ensure that Lee Minho, the head of the organisation, ultimately pays for the death of his parents.
Like a parasite, he would infiltrate Lee Minho's perfect system, feed on it, and poison every fibre of it, slowly and meticulously, until the whole thing collapsed in on itself.
He was no longer Han Jisung, the child shattered by the pain. He was both a shadow and a weapon. And that weapon had only one target. Lee Minho.
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04 Feb 2026
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Minho’s heart drops, eyes scanning every inch of the inside of the safe.
It’s empty.
“Is this what you’re looking for?”
A voice calls out to interrupt his thoughts, masculine and teasing.
In the moment it takes Minho to react he decides that it must be the owner of the house. But when he finishes turning his head, a stranger stares back at him.
He wears a long black coat, soaked from the rain, a hood pulled over his eyes. He leans casually against the wall of the bedroom, smirking. In a gloved hand he holds a small, black box. Perfectly sized to the inside of the safe.
Minho freezes in place, lowering his body into a fighting stance. “Who the fuck are you?”
The man lazily pulls a pocket watch out of his coat pocket, and examines it closely. “Took you ten minutes to get it open. Not bad,” he tuts, “But you cut it close. You’re lucky she’s a chain smoker.” He gestures toward the garden, where the housekeeper was still smoking, oblivious, out in the rain. “Otherwise you would’ve gotten caught.”
(OR: Minho is a veteran thief. Jisung beats him at his own game.)
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06 Jan 2026
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Two clammy hands cradle an empty bottle of heat suppressants like a corpse.
He gives the bottle a meager little shake. Nothing rattles within.
Panic settles in and Jisung jerks to life. He fights with the childproof cap—resorting to using the cuff of his sweater to help since his hands are useless—and stares, in disbelieving agony, into a barren bottle.
The tears come on so quickly that he doesn’t even register a way to stop them before they’re rolling down his cheeks and landing on the label that he’s considered his religion for over 365 days.
Take 2 pills 1x a day. Failure to do so will have immediate effects and could lead to flash heat(s).
Or: Jisung’s suppressants run out on a bus. He starts panicking, until a quiet alpha switches seats and whispers, “Breathe. I’ve got you.”
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30 Dec 2025
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Prince Han is .. beautiful, for lack of a better word. His hair falls over his forehead and eyes in gentle curls, a deep shade of brown at his roots, but a light chestnut at the very ends. Worn down by summer and salt water.
His lips are shiny, the apples of his cheeks a deep cherry red — sunburned, it seems, despite it being October. Perhaps the picture had been taken while summer was still around.
But would Minho throw his morals to the ground and step on them only for the eyes of a beautiful boy?
or; Minho never really believed in fate — until Han Jisung.
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30 Dec 2025