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"Are you still nervous?" Minho asks, retaining that addictive nonchalance to his voice.
Jisung releases a pathetic little laugh between his gritting teeth. “Yeah,” he breathes out. “Just a little bit.”
"Let me smoke you out, then."
Jisung makes the mistake of letting his curious gaze wander, allowing a mesmerized "How?" to escape him. He's done the moment their eyes meet, because then Minho's taking Jisung's jaw in his hand while the other holds what's left of his blunt, dark eyes trailing down to the lips he wants to coax apart.
"Open for me."
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Shotgunning: the practice of inhaling smoke and then exhaling it into another individual's mouth.
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27 Jun 2026
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Removing his hoodie didn't relieve the irritation. The itch lived under his skin permanently. Something wasn't right. Not wrong, the feeling was smoky and insubstantial. He was trapped somewhere in the vagaries of not-fine and not-devastated. Like winter had come and wood worm was boring its way inside his soft parts, if he made it to the spring the holes would be revealed.
The rot was growing, travelling through his insides. Suffocating. He needed air. Maybe the rain would wash it free.
At some point the music had stopped and the only rhythm he could hear was his own harsh breathing. The squeak of his shoes on the floor was jarring, a record scratch halt as he moved towards the door.
"Stay," Minho whispered.
Or: Jisung is overwhelmed and overstimulated. Minho asks him to stay.
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03 May 2026
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It’s been a long time since Minho has met anyone new. Since he’s had to get to know someone. He doesn’t remember how to make small talk—but, honestly, considering Jisung was teasing him about getting stroked off by Seungmin earlier, haven’t they blown right past small talk? Minho opens his mouth to ask Jisung something, but before whatever inane question he still hasn’t decided on can start to form, Jisung beats him to it: “If you could go anywhere tonight, where would you go?”
“I thought you were just taking me to your place.”
“I’m a total fucking stranger, man. I could be taking you anywhere. To kill you.”
“You’re not a stranger,” Minho points out placidly, shrugging. “I know your middle name.”
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P206: On the eve of his wedding, Minho is enchanted by cater-waiter Jisung—and all the possibilities he represents for a different (better?) life.
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14 Apr 2026
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“Is that a Twinkie in your pants,” Minho says, letting his eyes drag deliberately down to Jisung’s crotch and back up, “or are you just happy to see me?”
Jisung blinks, looks down at himself. Then reaches into his pocket.
“Yeah,” Jisung says, completely deadpan. “It is a Twinkie.”
minho tries (and repeatedly fails) to flirt with jisung using the same pickup line, only to be thwarted by increasingly absurd items in jisung's pockets.
or: 5 times minho asks jisung about the content of his pockets, and one time jisung asks him back.
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13 Apr 2026
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Han Jisung, an insect archivist, preserves fragile things for a living because control is the only way he knows to quiet his symmetry OCD.
Lee Minho, a greenhouse owner who cultivates flowers, unsettles that order with steady patience. To love Minho, he must risk letting the lines blur and accept that not everything beautiful can be carefully displayed.
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30 Mar 2026