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Jisung's hands froze mid-fold. The linen slipped, crumpling on the table.
He didn't turn around. Didn't say a word. Just stood there, breathing slow, willing his heart to stop racing.Behind him, footsteps padded closer, unhurried, soft against the tiles.
"I thought," Minho went on, almost light, "I'd let you decide. Would you rather spend the rest of your contract elbow-deep in the filters you love, or on deck, scrubbing salt off the rails like a good little barnacle?"
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or: overworked and constantly humiliated, dish boy Jisung tries to get his revenge on the cruise star, Minho.
Bookmarked by Pixie365
30 Mar 2026

