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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.

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    23 May 2026

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    “Jisung.” Minho’s thumb stills on Jisung’s cheek. “You deserve to be treated right.”

    “I know.” Jisung whispers.

    “Let me treat you right. Be mine tonight.” Minho whispers back.

    He must be drunk. Jisung must be too. Because he nods.

    “Let’s dance, hyung.” Jisung says, slipping his fingers into the short hair on the back of Minho’s neck.

    Minho shivers, and nods. Agrees to something that will surely leave his heart aching.

    He leads Jisung out of the bathroom, and back to the crowded living room. He weaves them through the waves of people until he doesn’t know which way is out.

    He pulls Jisung in by the waist, spinning him in his grasp so his back meets Minho’s chest. “Don’t worry about Seungmin. Don’t think about him when you’re with me.”

    “I never do.” Jisung breathes, his head falling back onto Minho’s shoulder. And then they’re dancing.

    or: Minho is sick of seeing Jisung's tears.

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    05 May 2026

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    Minho makes a noise in his throat, something between a groan and grunt. “Don’t. Please. Not when I’m here, not when you have me.”

    “Do I?” Jisung asks, somewhat bravely. “Do I have you?”

    “Yes, you will always have me.”

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    Jisung jerks off to a recurring fantasy of his best friend, Minho, who discovers him when he comes home unexpectedly early from dance practice. Jisung realizes three things all at once. One, he loves writing music more than life itself. Two, he really fucking hates his degree-path. And three, he might actually be in love with Lee Minho.

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    09 Mar 2026