Vazonas
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“Can I be blunt?”
“Sure, Jisung-ah,” Minho responded half mindedly, in the process of making a cocktail for another patron.
“I wanna fuck you, like, really, really bad.”
Minho let out a loud, snorty laugh. “And they say chivalry is dead.”
OR: minho is a bartender and jisung is the new singer who performs every friday night at minhos bar and they both wanna jump each others bones
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"There it is," Hyunjin says, pointing at Jisung's contemplative face. "You're not heartbroken, just horny and vindictive."
"You know me so well, baby." Jisung claps his hands once. "Now focus. Tell me what Mr. Lee is into."
Hyunjin blinks. "What?"
Jisung crouches in front of him, eyes gleaming as he takes Hyunjin's limp hands in his for good measure. "Does he like twinks with perky asses? Whiny bottoms? Come on, give me something to work with!"
"How would I know?" Hyunjin says and sighs like a man who knows he won't get out of this alive. Not if he doesn't play along. So he shrugs. "From what I know he likes expensive bourbon, cats and arguing with judges."
Jisung considers that for a moment, then nods. "I can work with that."
Hyunjin whimpers. "Of course you can."
Or: Jisung's boyfriend cheats on him. He decides to fuck his dad in retaliation.
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“I already told you,” Jisung can still feel Minho’s presence under his skin, hear the roar of his motorcycle engine deep in his core. There’s a certain fear when he thinks of him, like he’ll fall prey to an endless yearning. “That’s my best friend. We met at summer camp.”
“Sure,” Felix’s knowing smirk comes easy, bending a corner of his mouth. “And does Minho know that? That you’re just friends? He wants you.”
It feels like Jisung’s world freezes.
There’s no way.
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Some loves don’t heal, they haunt. They burn.
In the chaos of their youth, Jisung and Minho meant everything to each other. Years later, they reunite — one searching for redemption, the other carrying a lit match. -
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Minho’s gaze lingers long enough to make Jisung lightheaded. “I’ll beat you next time.”
“Pick the game,” Jisung shoots back because his pride doesn’t know when to quit.
“Oh, I’ve got a few in mind.” Minho’s thumb traces the rim of his cup, smile flickering. “Hope you can keep up.”
Something tightens low in Jisung’s stomach, hot and dangerous. He hates how much he wants to pick another fight—or start something worse—just to keep Minho here, looking at him like that.
OR, the one where Jisung calls it rivalry, but everyone else calls it foreplay.
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A classic tale of two idiots in love who think their feelings are one sided.
Jisung lets his sexual frustration on the internet, streaming as a camboy pretending his best friend is watching.
Minho lets his out by the internet, picturing camboys as Jisung, including camboy Jisung himself.