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“You can–ah–” Jisung’s hips kick up but Minho’s right hand is quick to pin him right back down, easily. “If I fall asleep, just keep going–”
Minho stops. Blinks. “Jisung.”
Jisung begs, albeit sleepily. “Pleasepleaseplease don’t stop. Hyung, please.”
“We’ve never talked about this.” He takes Jisung’s lower lip between his teeth and tugs, like doing so would drag to the surface any of Jisung's remaining consciousness and he’d hear how ridiculous he sounds for suggesting Minho fuck him while he sleeps. “We need to talk about this.”
Ridiculous, he repeats to himself, trying to conjure some rationale in a place where it should’ve been so, so abundant and intuitive.
Right?
Or: With the next leg of the tour coming up, Jisung is exhausted. Minho tells him to sleep, but Jisung has something else in mind.
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20 Jun 2026
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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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01 Jun 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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08 Mar 2026
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Han Jisung’s life had been shaken up; his boss had fallen seriously ill, and his son Lee Minho was taking over.
It felt cliche, sickeningly dramatic even, to say Jisung’s heart stuttered upon meeting him. Minho had a type of untouchable beauty, his face an impossible combination of soft and sharp. But when the man finally looked up to meet Jisung’s gaze, his eyes were cold—nearly a glare.
“To be honest, I was originally going to find someone on my own,” Minho admitted, “but… let’s give it a try.”
Or: Alpha Jisung meets his new CEO Minho who tries to hide his omega subgender.
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23 Feb 2026
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“If we’re doing this, we need written rules,” he said, spelling out “Rule Number One:” on the paper in front of him.
“Rules?” Minho asked, sounding confused.
“Yes, rules.”
“What kind of rules?”
Or Jisung’s broken heart leads him to make an arrangement with his mysterious classmate Minho. He believes everything will work out, as long as neither of them breaks the rules.
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16 Feb 2026

