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Jisung was on his knees now, somehow switching their positions and gazing up at Minho instead. His feet were tucked under himself, knees pressed into Minho’s toes, and palms grasping onto Minho’s own hands on his knees. “You are the one that... Hyung, I am the way I am because of you. Whatever it is, Minho, hyung, will you let me help? I want to take care of you, too. Please let me, Minho.”
Minho couldn't help but think he looked like he was praying. Like Jisung was on his knees begging for forgiveness, or to be shown some kind of sign. Minho wasn’t religious, neither of them were, really. But Minho thought, if anyone should be on their knees it should be him. The only person he’d pray to would be the man in front of him, offering himself to Jisung in any way he saw fit. Offering himself up for the taking.
or, Minho learns to let Jisung take care of him, too.
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21 Oct 2024
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He stands and watches Jisung while coach rambles on about their week. Shit-eating grin, deceptively round cheeks, lightning in his eyes. Minho knows the type, he’s been in the game long enough. Cocksure asshole, boiling over with his own ego, toxic masculinity to boot.
Minho hates him, he doesn’t need to be proven right by talking to Jisung, he knows he hates him by the way Jisung smacks fists with Jeongin, thumps him on the back when they break to start practice.
“I hear he’s gunning for your limelight,” Changbin hooks Minho over the neck with a strong arm, heading down the field. “Better watch out.”
Minho scoffs. “Fat fucking chance. I’d like to see him try.”
(OR: Hotshot quarterback Minho hates cocky transfer player Jisung, but he hates losing more.)
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21 Oct 2024
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“How do you just get roped into a bet for five hundred dollars?” Jisung snorts, sitting back down on the bed with one leg folded up beneath him. He’s still without a shirt, and Minho is having a hard time focusing while his tits are out like that. Jisung’s chest is unfairly sexy.
He forces himself to look in Jisung’s eyes, scowling when he catches the knowing smirk on his face. “I was being judged. He was testing me. That’s not the point—” he swallows the spit pooling in his mouth. “All you have to do is pretend to be my boyfriend for four months.”
“Sorry?” Jisung laughs incredulously, eyebrows shooting up.
“You heard me,” Minho grumbles. This is so fucking stupid. He realizes how stupid this is. “He bet me I couldn’t hold onto a boyfriend for four months. I told him I’m kind of seeing someone already, no big.”
(OR: Minho and his fuckbuddy pretend to date, Minho pretends he's not falling.)
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15 Oct 2024
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Jisung is pretty sure you’re not supposed to hear record scratches in real life when you’re hit with something so out of left field, but right now it screeches very loudly in his head.
Did he hear Minho right? Did he just say daughter?
Oh my god, has Jisung been trying to flirt with a married man?
He’s going to be sick.
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or: Jisung gets stuck in the office after hours babysitting his boss' daughter.
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15 Oct 2024
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Jisung would be lying if he said he wasn’t always curious about Minho’s job. On a drunken night many many months ago, he got so curious that he asked Minho to tell him about some of the scenarios they’re asked to act out and Minho proceeded to tell him about a scenario many customers ask for that’s set in a hot spring where one of the guys offers to give the other a massage and it escalates from there.
It doesn’t really escalate. They never do stuff that might cause them indecency charges out in the open in a random café in downtown Seoul. But Jisung’s mind wandered, and his imagination sparked, and his brain was haunted by flashing images of Minho in a hot spring, giving, or receiving a massage, and things escalating, really escalating from there.
He never asked about his job after that.- - -
or: Jisung starts working at the yaoi café where his best friend, Minho, works.
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12 Oct 2024