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Lee Minho steps out from the practice room opposite where Jisung sits, directly in his line of sight. Through Jisung’s eyes, he’s looking as beautiful as ever, even with sweaty hair clinging to his forehead and baggy clothes hanging off his body, face red from exertion.
They end up making eye contact which lasts for approximately 0.5 milliseconds before Jisung swivels his head to the side, as if the obnoxiously bright, neon yellow colored doors to the changing rooms just screamed for his attention.
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A drunk Jisung meets a girl at a party who gives him a fake number to get rid of him. He texts it the next morning.
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"Alright". Having already done this dance hundreds of times by now, it was almost second nature to him. "I've got five rules, stick to them and we won't have any problems. If you can't remember, just ask.” The guy nodded with wide eyes.
"One." He said while removing his coat. “No kissing. Two, no barebacking. Three, I only top." He waited patiently, but Jisung nodded again. "Four, as long as it doesn't hurt me or involves excrements, I’m pretty open” After a long pause: "And five, there's an app on my watch, it calls the police the second I activate it.”
But Jisung still just nodded.
"Alright." He started unclasping the buttons of his cardigan. "What would you like me to do for you?" He saw the way his words literally made the guy startle, his eyes going impossibly wide.
Minho knew from experience that the quiet ones were always the kinkiest ones. So he waited for Jisung to finally ask him to spit on him, or maybe even piss a little. He was for sure the kind of creep who’d ask for a footjob.
"Can we..." He began, voice trembling and small. Minho suppressed the urge to find it cute and waited for the blow he'd known to happen. "Can we just talk for the night?"
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Lee Minho, the final gym leader, is the last thing standing between Jisung and his dreams. Minho is powerful, rude enough to set Jisung’s teeth on edge, and absolutely fucking beautiful. Jisung wants to destroy him. In more ways than one.
OR: fire is super effective against ice, and Minho is super effective against Jisung.
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Minho didn't have to prompt him any further before Jisung spilled more explanation, "Mum wants to meet you.”
That raised Minho's eyebrows, and he cocked his head in question.
Rubbing his neck awkwardly, Jisung looked down at his lap as he admitted, “She thinks we’re dating.”
Or: When alpha Jisung takes omega Minho home for the holidays to appease his mother, Minho certainly doesn't expect to end the trip with an increased knowledge of Jisung's body, and a decreased understanding of where their relationship stands.
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Jisung grins at him. “Are you scared? You are! You should stop hanging out with cats that much.”
“I’m not scared.”, Minho answers. “And I would choose a cat over you any day.”Or:
Jisung has three goals in life: Teaching Minho how to swim, write a better love song than Changbin, and get over the stupid crush he has on his best friend.
Minho struggles with Jisung’s idiocy.