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Minho is straight. He’s straight. He’s straight. He’s straight.
But Jisung—
No. He’s straight. He’s straight. He’s straight.
…until he isn’t.
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“Is… is that what you would do, then..?” Jisung asks in a small voice, scared to be even slightly too loud. “And if I call the police..?”
A silent moment passes, before a low chuckle rises from Minho’s throat, forcing Jisung’s stomach to twist into knots.
“I’d have you bound and in my hands before the police even get in the car,” he murmurs, the pad of his thumb now digging just slightly painfully into Jisung’s jaw. “Is that really want you want, precious?”
(OR: jisung's stalker finally makes a move)
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Minho’s gaze flicks downwards, as if checking something out, and then it flicks up again. Suddenly closer. The library is warmer. He didn’t turn the heating up too high again, did he?
“You’re looking good, Jisung-ssi.”
“Hyung,” Jisung murmurs softly. “Hyung’s fine.”
OR: Jisung is a virgin dilf, and Minho, a notorious college fuckboy, happens to think it’s hot.
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Minho and Jisung take a trip together, drink too many liquids on the road, and are both too stubborn to be the first to admit that they need to stop for a bathroom break.
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There’s a moment of silence. Minho sets his book aside. Jisung is staring at his hands where he’s wringing the duvet. They both know they don’t have to take this into further inspection now, or ever. It’s a question of whether or not they want to do it.
“Mommy,” Jisung whispers, looking at Minho through his lashes.
“Yes?” Softly, so softly.