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“I thought I’d lost you,” the man says.
Jisung shrugs, “I’m right here, Minho,” he feels himself saying.
Minho smiles at him fondly, then reaches over and grabs his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Come on,” he says, and then he’s pulling Jisung back through the door with him, into the light.
And then Jisung wakes up.
He blinks his eyes open slowly, pushing his hair away from his face and searching for his clock.
7am. Way too early to be awake on a weekend.
And who the fuck is Minho?
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Forced into a marriage he had no say in and humiliated by the coldness he finds there, Jisung makes it his mission to become a thorn in his husband’s carefully controlled life.
He’s a moth flying closer and closer to a flame—and he is just bored enough to dream of burning.
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Minho loves drinking. He loves going out to drink. In fact, he does so pretty often with his friends and colleagues, and every single time it makes him feel so alive.
Being here with Jisung feels the same. Comfortable, energetic, exciting. But there's the added sensation of adrenaline. The pride he feels from being the first to witness Jisung like this, shamefully feeling thankful that Felix couldn't tag along. Warmth pools in his stomach and urges him to keep pushing, to see even more of this new side of Jisung. To see just how rapidly his own heart can beat in response.
It's dangerous, probably, but Minho had left all notions of risk at the bottom of his second empty mug.
OR: Jisung's best friend's dad takes him out for his first drink on his birthday.
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Minho was everything Jisung had ever wanted and never thought he deserved. As he learned what it meant to belong to someone else, he drifted between the pull of Minho’s love and the fading outline of the life he once knew.
He had expected love to be many things—affection, passion, infatuation—but he had never expected it to come with talons, hidden beneath the guise of devotion.
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Minho is picking up the last piece of clothing when he sees it. The reason he was so worked up in the shower. Why he almost messed up the steps during his dance break twice today—which Hyunjin found absolutely hilarious.
Jisung's fucking belt.
Minho sucks in a breath, dropping the rest of the clothes, and picks it up gently—as if it could bite him. Or start yelling all of his depraved thoughts about his best friend back at him. Repeat all his whispered words from earlier in the shower, his whines and moans and his begging for Jisung to come to him. To love him back.
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Minho is in love and hides it well. At least until Jisung takes his breath away… literally.