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“So, Bin and I have been invited to a party..."
Jisung drones Chan out, distracts himself by running the silver ball of his tongue piercing against the roof of his mouth. He already decided he's not going out tonight.
“...what do you say? Think you can keep Minho distracted?”
Jisung grimaces, “Who the fuck is Minho?”
The optimistic smile on Chan’s face fractures, “Felix’s older brother.”
“Who the fuck is Felix?”
And the smile is gone, “The guy I’m like, really super into!” Chan deflates and slumps against the doorframe, looking defeated before he even had a chance to play.
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or;; Jisung will do just about anything for easy money. Keeping Lee Minho distracted for the night seems simple enough.
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11 Jul 2026
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His mom turns to him slightly, “And this is Minho.”
Jisung’s eyes freeze, trapped in a snow storm. His mouth falls open, practically drooling as she introduces him. The man is beautiful. He couldn’t be more than a couple of years older than him.
“Your new step-brother.”
His mom’s voice is slurred in his head as he tries to pull himself together. The blood rushes to and from his ears, getting whiplash from seeing the most beautiful he’s ever met to…
“My what?” He shakes his head, trying to drain the blood from his ears and his cock. He must have gone slightly insane for a second. Just lost in Minho because that couldn’t have been what she said.
“Step-brother!” She shouts as she stands next to Jiyong, holding his arm with both hands. “I’m getting married!” She shoves her hand out in front of her, showing him a diamond ring bigger than he’s ever seen. Although, to be fair, he’s never actually seen one before.
His eyes shift between his mom and the man and the ring and Minho and all so fast that his head starts to spin. “Married?”
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jisung brings guys home to fuck hoping his mom will catch him so he can set her off and show her new fiance who she really is
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06 Jul 2026
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“Actually, I was thinking…” Jisung inhales, still staring down at their fingers. “What if… you know, just while we’re single… maybe we can… help each other out?”
“Help each other out?” Minho’s voice goes raspy. “Like, what do you mean?”
“I mean, you must get frustrated sometimes, too, right? We can just do that for each other, as friends.”
“You mean… hook up?”
Jisung looks up at Minho, his eyes shining. A hint of questioning in them but something stronger takes over. Something determined. “Yeah. Could be fun.”
“Um, I thought you were straight, though?”
“I am.” Jisung sits up, climbing into Minho’s lap, straddling him with a leg on each side of his hips. “But this would just be a favor, a deal between friends. While we’re single.”
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jisung's gf breaks up with him so him and minho start hooking up while they're single. jisung's straight, so it's just as friends, okay? until minho gets a boyfriend and jisung loses his shit :)
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05 Jul 2026
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Forced into a marriage he had no say in and humiliated by the coldness he finds there, Jisung makes it his mission to become a thorn in his husband’s carefully controlled life.
He’s a moth flying closer and closer to a flame—and he is just angry enough to dream of burning.
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01 Jul 2026
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“Do you have any idea how old I am, pretty thing?” Minho asks the boy as the door shuts behind them. Jisung, he’d said his name was, on the short walk back to Minho's apartment. A pretty name for a pretty boy Minho thinks.
“And just how old are you, hm?” he questions as he turns, beginning to back him against the door. “I know you’re at least eighteen,” he says “They wouldn’t have let you inside the bar if you weren’t.” he reaches his hand up, cupping Jisung’s chin in his palm.
“Old enough,” the boy answers with a puff of his chest, clearly trying his best to keep his shaky eyes from breaking contact with Minhos.
Minho’s grip tightens against the boy's jaw. “That’s not an answer,” he tsks “Tell me or this stops right now.”
“T-twenty, I’m twenty.” he concedes. “Twenty-one in September.”
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Minho really shouldn’t want, but he just has to have.
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22 Jun 2026