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“Nothing. It’s just–" Jisung licks his lips. "I can’t visualize this specific.. Uh. Position?” His cheeks grow hot.
“Which one?” Minho asks.
“..Thigh humping.”
“It’s like humping a pillow,” Minho says, stunning Jisung. “Just on another person.”
“..What?”
“Mhm.” And Minho just nods, as if this is a very normal conversation to have. Maybe between other best friends, but not– Not between them. At least, not before this moment. “What, have you never done it?”
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Or: Jisung rides Minho's thigh.Bookmarked by Haus700
28 Jun 2026
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His hands twitched by his sides as the white-tailed merman swam past the front of the glass where he stood gazing. The mermaid waved at the child standing next to Minho, he had never wanted to push a five year old to the floor before. He shoved his hands in his pockets to resist the urge.
When the merman swam so close he could see how lithe he was. His waist was tiny. Sinfully so. The merman’s shoulders weren’t that broad after all, they just looked so compared to his trim waist. Minho could easily wrap his arms around him. The pretty merman would be swallowed up by him, a wriggling fish caught in his paws.Or, Minho goes to the zoo with his family and is immediately entranced by the pretty white-tailed mermaid, he makes it his mission to reel him in.
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26 Jun 2026
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“…I’m not allowed to pop a knot,” he blurts out, unable to take the expression on the omega’s face.
The response he gets is a quick succession of blinks, and a confused head tilt. “Not allowed?”
Minho shuts his eyes, and explains. “Me and my friends have a stupid bet going. None of us are allowed to pop a knot for the whole month.”
Jisung is silent for a moment, eyes quizzical as he searches Minho's face for any hint of a joke. When he finds nothing, he huffs exasperatedly. "You're being serious." A statement, not a question.
or: Minho is dragged into the ordeal of No Knot November right after meeting the only omega who has ever made him pop a knot.
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06 Jun 2026
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Now, every time he jerks off, every time he fucks himself open with whatever shitty excuse for lube he’s using that day—he remembers.
Remembers how good that one was. How it felt. How it tasted. How it made everything slick but not too slick, made his lips tingle, left his mouth watering.
or: jisung had a one night stand years ago and never forgot the taste of the lube, spending years on trying to find that lube, only to find out it was never lube in the first place.
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31 May 2026
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Jisung suddenly remembered how it all started — the moment he first noticed Minho, the exact second he stepped into the church about a year ago, looking like he’d taken a wrong turn on the way to a nightclub. His shirt clung in all the wrong places, and his hair was tousled like he'd just rolled out of bed and couldn’t care less who was watching. He looked like someone who didn’t belong there. Like someone who only came to church to be a distraction.
And it worked — because ever since then, Jisung hadn’t quite remembered how to focus properly around him. Not once. Not even during mass.
(OR: Minho just wanted to tease. Jisung just wanted to pray. Now the rosary’s somewhere it shouldn’t be, and God’s definitely not listening)
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31 May 2026