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In a split second he’s whipping the material, slapping it against Jisung’s thigh with a crack. He whimpers in pain and Minho has to twist his other hand into a fist to stop himself from grabbing him.
“Hyung’s mean,” Jisung mumbles as he gets back into position, reaching forward to grab the handles of the weight machine. Minho makes his way up behind him, back against his chest, and lays his chin on the younger’s shoulder.
“Hyung will be nice,” he mutters up against the younger’s ear, relishing in the shiver that travels down his spine. “Just be good.”
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Minho can see his hands shake when he puts them up in front of his body. “I - I think there’s been a mistake.” His voice is soft, deep but quiet, and Minho has to bite down on his tongue to stop himself from reacting when Jisung’s voice cracks. “I don’t… Where am I? Am I dreaming?”
Minho sighs, stepping towards the boy again, who only takes another step back and clenches his eyes shut, as if he can’t see what’s happening around him it’ll make it all less real. Usually, suicide cases are straightforward, most of them resigned from the complications of life and ready for whatever comes next. Obviously, that wasn’t going to be the case this time around.
Minho takes another step, using the moment he’s not being watched to lessen the space between them. “You’re not dreaming. You’re dead.”
or: Minho is a ferryman. Jisung is dead. They meet at the end of the world.
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"Do you ever think about the world, Hyung?"
Namjoon only thinks about the world. How to make it better, easier to navigate; how to fix everything and wrap it up in a big bow and give it to him like a gift. It's scary, broken; there's war and famine and things go wrong every day. The world is the final destination, the last piece of the puzzle. He only thinks about the world.
"Sometimes." He says instead and pulls the body next to him further into his side.
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"Call me hyung, I'm older than you, brat." Minho snaps back, ignoring Jisung's words entirely. He's not happy to be sharing a room with Jisung.
He's not.
"Yeah but you don't act like it. You should be calling me hyung, huh? I've been in the industry longer than you anyways, so it would sunbaenim to you."
All of the irritation from earlier in the day suddenly comes flooding back into Minho. "I would never fucking call you that."
"That's a shame, there's so much I could teach you," Jisung hums. Once again, Minho can hear the smile in his words, as if he likes getting a rise out of Minho. Little brat. He tacks on, "Seeing that I'm better than you, and all."
Even though he won't be able to see it, Minho shoots a glare at Jisung. "You aren't better than me."
or: minho doesn't know if he wants to choke, kiss, or fuck his new bandmate. probably all three.
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06 May 2026
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“It’s kind of funny when you really stop and think about it.”
“No it’s not,” Jisung whines. “The bed is literally in the shape of a heart, hyung.”
“Well, it’s like I’m always saying,” Minho says as he taps his keycard against the door’s reader. It beeps, a green dot appearing. “You’re the other half of my heart, Jisungie.”
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Minho plans a trip with Jisung over Valentine's Day weekend, but there’s a mixup in the hotel’s system and now they have to spend four days in the Lovers’ Suite with only one heart-shaped bed and years worth of thinly veiled sexual tension.
Written for Day 2 of SKZ Week 143 ♡ prompt: “make the most of it” and “forced proximity”.
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24 Feb 2026
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Two clammy hands cradle an empty bottle of heat suppressants like a corpse.
He gives the bottle a meager little shake. Nothing rattles within.
Panic settles in and Jisung jerks to life. He fights with the childproof cap—resorting to using the cuff of his sweater to help since his hands are useless—and stares, in disbelieving agony, into a barren bottle.
The tears come on so quickly that he doesn’t even register a way to stop them before they’re rolling down his cheeks and landing on the label that he’s considered his religion for over 365 days.
Take 2 pills 1x a day. Failure to do so will have immediate effects and could lead to flash heat(s).
Or: Jisung’s suppressants run out on a bus. He starts panicking, until a quiet alpha switches seats and whispers, “Breathe. I’ve got you.”
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26 Jan 2026
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“You don’t think it’s weird that I carry a stuffed animal with me everywhere?” he asked bluntly.
And not only that, but he had a whole hoard of them at home.
Minho shook his head again. “Why would I think that’s weird?”
Jisung wanted to roll his eyes.
Because everyone thought it was weird. Everyone except Felix. Felix even had to explain it to Chan, because from the outside, it wasn’t easy to understand why a 26-year-old had such an emotional attachment to a stuffed animal. Even his therapist had tried to get him to break the habit of bringing Mr. Bear everywhere. But he couldn’t.
Or Jisung struggles to find someone who understands him, until he meets Minho, the sweetest man he’s ever met.
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24 Jan 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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