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There’s a guy in front of him, leaning on the wall at the other side of the door. He’s looking at him, so intensely that Minho almost stops breathing.
The guy, probably around his age, fully turns to Minho and starts approaching him. He has a cigarette in one of his hands, and the other is tucked inside black jeans that match a shirt as dark as the night.
The closer he gets, the more confused Minho feels. Even if he doesn’t plan on moving Minho feels a pull towards him, one that is almost natural, intuitive.
Almost face to face, the man is so close Minho smells the woody undertones of his cologne. He can see a mole in his left cheek, and a shine in his eyes that are no match for the starry sky.
“Do you have a light?”or
On a business trip to Busan, everything back home, including the relationship with his boyfriend, weights Minho down. Everything feels blank and dull, until a certain man called Han Jisung reminds him how color feels like.
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- Part 3 of Rain sounds
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25 May 2026
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"Let me tell you what I want," he says, feeling Jisung shudder under the brush of his lips. "I want you naked and shaking while I take my time eating you out, until your thighs are trembling and you're crying for me to fuck you."
Jisung's breath audibly hitches. His hand white-knuckles the edge of the marble bar top as Minho brushes his lips across the shell of Jisung's ear, the soft curls of his hair tickling Minho's nose. Jisung's scent hits him like heat slamming through an open door. Peaches and citrus, a sugary sweet layer over the powdery florals from before.
Minho feels like he snorted a line of coke.
Or: Minho and Jisung meet at a wedding after parasocially pining for each other through social media. Naturally, sparks fly.
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15 May 2026
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"Call me hyung, I'm older than you, brat." Minho snaps back, ignoring Jisung's words entirely. He's not happy to be sharing a room with Jisung.
He's not.
"Yeah but you don't act like it. You should be calling me hyung, huh? I've been in the industry longer than you anyways, so it would sunbaenim to you."
All of the irritation from earlier in the day suddenly comes flooding back into Minho. "I would never fucking call you that."
"That's a shame, there's so much I could teach you," Jisung hums. Once again, Minho can hear the smile in his words, as if he likes getting a rise out of Minho. Little brat. He tacks on, "Seeing that I'm better than you, and all."
Even though he won't be able to see it, Minho shoots a glare at Jisung. "You aren't better than me."
or: minho doesn't know if he wants to choke, kiss, or fuck his new bandmate. probably all three.
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10 May 2026
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“What is it, pretty?” The king’s hand caressed his jaw, hooking it up as he looked down at him, eyes filled with a mix of thinning patience and pure desire.
“I’m at your feet, your majesty.”
or, the surrender of war to another kingdom comes with more stipulations than prince Han Jisung could have ever imagined, especially his forced hand in marriage to the handsome, cruel king known as the god of bloodshed, Lee Minho
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27 Mar 2026
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“This isn’t for me. But you look like you’re on the verge of tears because of how worked up you are right now, Sung-ah… I’m just saying. If you wanted to use my thigh for a little bit, it wouldn’t count.”
“How would that not count..?”
Jisung pondered the words. He’s not actually touching Minho. They’re both wearing clothes.
“I’m not inside you. I’m not touching you anywhere that would count towards that. I’m just sitting here and admiring you, as I usually do, and giving you permission to do what you need while you sit on my thigh.”
Whatever he needed to do. On Minho’s thick, built, fucking gorgeous thigh.Bookmarked by jay0615
18 Mar 2026