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Jisung shrugs, all too casual. “Just for fun. You know, for the bit.”
“You want us to pretend to be a couple…in therapy. Just for fun.”
“Yeah!” Jisung nods enthusiastically. "Just until the therapist figures it out.”
Minho gives him a long, slow look that suggests he is currently measuring him for a straitjacket. “So. Two sessions, max.”
It’s supposed to be a joke– two best friends and roommates walk into a therapist’s office, and pretend they’re a couple until the therapist figures it out.
But old feelings die harder than old habits, and when everything they’ve been avoiding for five years finally catches up, Minho and Jisung start to realize they may not be pretending as much as they'd like to believe.
or: Minho and Jisung are not a couple– or so they think.
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23 May 2026
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“I wish your mom wouldn’t call me that,” he said.
“What?”
“Your boyfriend,” Hyunjin said. “We’re not like that. Did you tell her we were together?”
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After yet another fight about their relationship status, Changbin decided to write a song to try to understand Hyunjin's perspective. Everyone involved has a lot of feelings about this.
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22 May 2026
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In Veyrah, hatred and lust are interlinked.
Veris took most of the planet. The Consortium took the rest. What’s left is a species so genetically compromised that compatibility is currency, and 100% matches are a myth no one ever expected to see.
Until you. Until him.
Namjoon built the death-lottery. You spent six years trying to crack it from the outside.
The first time he walks into your Citadel quarters, your body stops listening to you—pulse jacked up, mouth dry, that low chemical hum in your throat that combat pheromones make when they recognize a kill or a fuck and can’t tell the difference.
Sixty days of forced proximity. Joint missions through the Verge. Compatibility assessments that read your arousal as a data point.
And a slow, humiliating war between the part of you that wants him dead and the part of you that already knows what he smells like when he wants to wreck you.
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21 May 2026
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In Veyrah, hatred and lust are interlinked.
Veris took most of the planet. The Consortium took the rest. What’s left is a species so genetically compromised that compatibility is currency, and 100% matches are a myth no one ever expected to see.
Until you. Until him.
Namjoon built the death-lottery. You spent six years trying to crack it from the outside.
The first time he walks into your Citadel quarters, your body stops listening to you—pulse jacked up, mouth dry, that low chemical hum in your throat that combat pheromones make when they recognize a kill or a fuck and can’t tell the difference.
Sixty days of forced proximity. Joint missions through the Verge. Compatibility assessments that read your arousal as a data point.
And a slow, humiliating war between the part of you that wants him dead and the part of you that already knows what he smells like when he wants to wreck you.
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21 May 2026
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“You’re the first person I’ve been regularly bottoming for. And my cats have never seen me in that way. So what I think, Jisung, is that my cats don’t like you because they saw you, like.” Minho’s ears are about to melt off from how badly they’re burning. “Dominating me.”
The silence between them is deafening. Jisung’s jaw is slack, eyes blinking. He looks like he wants to laugh.
“Don’t laugh,” Minho threatens.
Because he’s a dick, Jisung immediately laughs.
Minho develops an addiction to bottoming for his new boyfriend at the cost of all three of his cat’s respect.
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20 May 2026