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Minho smiled his conspirator’s smile, utterly devastating.“If niceness was the only qualifier then I’d be good mate potential. Isn’t that funny?”
Jisung looked away. “So hilarious, hyung.”
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Today, Jisung's been stuck on the idea of riding Minhee's thigh. The fantasy changes like the wind; it started as just Jisung frantically grinding against her bare thigh, Minhee whispering praise and encouragement to her until she comes. But after her brain had repeated the scenario to her three times or so, it had shifted. Minhee holding her still right at the precipice of coming; Minhee making her come over and over until she cried, until it hurt. That particular visual had forced Minhee to take a seat at her desk, hiding her semi and pulling her water bottle out of her bag to clear her suddenly dry throat.
Or: Omega Jisung fantasises about her hot older alpha professor fucking her all the time. She doesn’t know Minhee can read her mind.
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10 Jun 2026
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HNNGGHG ALPHA MINHEE COCK AND OMEGA JISUNG SLICK MY FAVORITE THING IN THE WHOLE WORLDDDDD
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Jisung often dreamed in black and white. He saw keys, a stool, an empty crowd and a piano that outgrew him. And then came the colour, he supposed. Colour in purple bruises, stained bandages and red gloves that suddenly made it all better.
Or Jisung was a prodigy in a life he wanted nothing more than to forget and Minho was now the main event.
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“Will you be my girlfriend?”
Minhee freezes.
Jisung’s hold on her loosens.
Minhee misses burning her finger on the stovetop by a hair’s breadth. Is she dreaming, again? Weird. Her dreams are never so—well, clothed, for one. And real.
The residual heat from the pan kisses the surface of Minhee’s palm. It would burn her if she got too close, and the threat of the heat, imminent and radiating, is enough to confirm what Minhee finds really, really hard to believe: this is definitely not a dream.
Minhee turns around. “What,” she asks, mind blank. She must have misheard that, surely—
“Don’t look so—is it that bad of an ask? My fake girlfriend, I meant. Will you be my fake girlfriend?”
OR: Jisung asks Minhee for a favour. Minhee commits, despite her heart on the line.
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“I think you’re lying, all the time. I think you think about me too.”
Jisung is close again, in a place he should never have entered. A place Minho had willingly opened to him, luring him into his den. A wolf trapping an unsuspecting lamb; pretty, blinking up at him with trembling eyes. Trembling eyes, but a steady, manly voice. Half a man; apparently more of one than Minho himself.
“Because I do think about you, professor Lee.”
For the sake of his less-than-likely redemption, Minho wants to think he’s not the one who bridges the distance. For the sake of his poor, rotten soul, he decides to think it’s Jisung who leans in further. And if his own back is no longer touching the wood of his chair, and he’s leaning over the desk just barely, then it’s a secret between him and hell.
Or Professor Minho shouldn’t fall for his new research assistant and his sweet, sad, angry eyes. He still does.