Londonbound23
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As the song trickles to an end and Minho comes back to talk about whatever—at this point Jisung is too distracted to think straight or process what Minho is saying—Jisung makes up his mind.
He copies the number on the screen of his tablet to his phone and, without a moment of hesitation, pulls one of his earphones out and makes the call go through.
(Minho’s radio program is Jisung’s source of comfort and the only thing that lets him sleep at night. That is, until Minho starts talking shit about Jisung’s team.)
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There he is– Lee Minho, in crisp 4K HD. His face looks normal– polished, polite, borderline charming even, if you don’t know any better. But he does know better. He knows the anatomy of his own disasters. He knows what’s coming.
Because right there, timestamped and screen-recorded by at least ten fan accounts, is the exact moment he fumbles the question. His smile flickers for exactly 0.5 seconds, a tiny glitch in the matrix before his brain visibly crashes.
“Ah,” says Minho-on-screen, expression blank, eyes screaming, “...Like the other members… you can say we met through business.”
Business.
Business.
or: Minho says he and Jisung "met through business"– and Jisung makes it his entire personality.
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Jisung shrugs, all too casual. “Just for fun. You know, for the bit.”
“You want us to pretend to be a couple…in therapy. Just for fun.”
“Yeah!” Jisung nods enthusiastically. "Just until the therapist figures it out.”
Minho gives him a long, slow look that suggests he is currently measuring him for a straitjacket. “So. Two sessions, max.”
It’s supposed to be a joke– two best friends and roommates walk into a therapist’s office, and pretend they’re a couple until the therapist figures it out.
But old feelings die harder than old habits, and when everything they’ve been avoiding for five years finally catches up, Minho and Jisung start to realize they may not be pretending as much as they'd like to believe.
or: Minho and Jisung are not a couple– or so they think.
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Bookmarked by Londonbound23
07 Jun 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
I adored this! It was so funny and so poignant, and I love the journey they went on. One of the most interesting takes on the fake dating trope, and the perfect yearning friends to lovers build. Love it!!
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The bio—#LEEKNOWISCUTE—is a product of observation and good acting. It has to be believable, that’s all, he just wants to blend in. Like a fandom chameleon, or something.
No, a private account is not an option. It’s just not the same.
You wouldn’t get it.
Jisung tries compartmentalizing to cope with the chaos of being Minho’s best friend. It’s great, until all of his compartments collide.
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“Is the seat next to you taken?”
Minho looks up, fixing the round rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and finds the guy that has clearly become familiar against his will standing there, fingers curled around the strap of his bag.
“Ah. Jiwon,” he says. “I suppose this row has enough seats for both of us.”
“Jisung,” he corrects, settling down with one chair of respectful distance between them. He sounds amused by the mistake. Minho is just happy they won’t be bumping elbows. “But you can call me anything you want.”
Minho’s eyebrows shoot up. “Does that line usually work for you?”
“I don’t know,” Jisung laughs, setting his laptop on the desk and pulling out a giant can of an energy drink out of his bag. He pops it open and takes a generous swig. “It’s the first time I’ve ever used it.”
(Minho moves to Seoul with one rule at the forefront of his mind: to not give his heart away to a hockey player. Jisung breaks it for him.)
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Bookmarked by Londonbound23
15 Jun 2024
Bookmarker's Notes
Cuute!
Edited after a second read to add: still cute, so much healing, such softness