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Minho doesn’t claim to be a perfect person. He doesn’t believe in God and he’s never gone to church or whatever else is supposed to make someone a moral human being. But he’s generally good, he thinks.
So, hearing how his neighbor pleasures himself isn’t his fault. He wasn’t actively listening for it, okay? So he got hard a few times. And? Is he not allowed to touch himself at the same time in his own shower?
or: minho spends months listening to his new neighbor masturbate in the shower until a plumbing issue forces him to do something about it.
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26 Jun 2026
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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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26 Jun 2026
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“Would you still think I’m a good roommate if I admitted I’ve spent the last few months pretending I don’t wanna kiss you all over?”
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- Part 1 of the perfect roommate
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08 Jun 2026
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It's funny, how you can wake in the morning and have no idea where the day will take you, where you'll be at the end of it. So many normal days pass without a thing changing. Ten, thirty, eighty, one-thousand days go by without a single incident. And then—
"Oh, Jisung! This is my cousin, Minho!"
—Minho.
Jisung thought he knew what love was, convinced himself as much. He's starting to think he's had it all wrong.
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04 Jun 2026
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“Why do you think Changbinnie won’t let me fuck him?” He sighs, leaning back against the sticky leather booth.
“What?” Jisung chokes, eyes going wide. His cheeks bloom and Minho laughs too loudly at his sudden distress, “You- hyung,” He sputters, a sweet pink.
Minho laughs again and Jisung glares.
“I don’t know,” Jisung sighs when he realizes Minho is being serious, “Have you tried just asking him why?”
“No,” Minho waves his hand in dismissal, “Too easy.”
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24 May 2026