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“Don’t tell Chan hyung I said this,” Jisung starts, his voice a murmur, a secret between the two of them. “But I hate the new dorms.”
Minho doesn’t tell him about the dreams he has. There are things they share with each other, and things they don’t. It’s a comfortable habit, a familiar truth. Minho thinks— he thinks if he tells Jisung he dreams of a future he spends with him, it would break the habit, and it would cost him the comfort of waking up from those dreams to find Jisung wrapped in his arms.
“Yeah,” he says, because he may not share everything with Jisung, but he is not a liar, he cannot deny that he too hates them. But he can’t let them soak in the truth for too long a time either. He follows it in the same breath with, “We should get up.”
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or: Jisung keeps sleeping in Minho's bed. Minho keeps dreaming of him.
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- Part 1 of a love letter to us
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“Hello, how can I help— oh.” Hyunjin places a hand over the receiver and turns his body towards Minho. “It’s for you.”
Minho frowns. He knows it’s Jisung. Again.
“Fuuuuuuck my life.” He groans.
Hyunjin grins like an idiot and transfers the call because he likes to watch Minho suffer.
“Hey baby.” Jisung breathes heavily into the mic. “I missed your voice. How’s work?”
“I don’t know you.” Minho says flatly. He really needs a smoke break now. “How many numbers do I need to block, Jisung? I don’t understand how you keep getting through.”
A small gasp. “You remembered my name!”
(or: minho works at a call center, jisung won't stop fucking calling)
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“How often can he possibly be having sex that it’s disturbing you this much?” Hyunjin asks, disbelieving.
“He has sex, like, every day. And then again at night, sometimes.” Jisung makes a noise of distress. He drags his hands down his face before balling them into fists beneath his chin. “It’s just . . . so distracting, Hyunjin.”
“Distracting,” Hyunjin repeats, giving Jisung a meaningful smirk. “Oh, I bet it is.”
“Aw,” Jisung whines. “Why’d you have to say it like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you think I wish I were the one he were fucking, instead.”
“Because you do, don’t you, or are we pretending we both don’t know that?” Hyunjin’s gaze flits over to Minho before it swiftly cuts back to Jisung, all-knowing. “You’d let him do anything to you. Am I wrong?”
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In which PhD student Han Jisung unleashes a succubus from a magical book, winds up living with him, and then forms a sex pact with him.
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"Yeah, babe, it’s cool. How’s that boyfriend of yours?”
Gosh, why did Minhee have to bring him up? She didn’t know how he was, but she knew that they were over. She would have to deal with that backlash in the morning.
“Oh, we just broke up, like five minutes ago, actually. I guess he wasn’t right for me either.” Jisu expected to get a sympathetic smile, or at least a hum, but instead Minhee’s grin widened exponentially.
“Yeah? Great, he wasn’t good enough for you anyway, pretty girl. I gotta get back to work, but we can talk about it over break, if that’s okay with you.”
Or, Jisu finally has an orgasm, and probably gets a girlfriend.
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How could someone this handsome guard anyone? Wouldn’t he be more of a distraction than a threat? Maybe that’s his secret weapon—maybe he uses his face to hypnotize people into leaving the person he's protecting alone. It sounds like the plot of an anime. There should be an anime like that out there; Jisung makes a note to search bodyguard anime when he’s home for the evening.
Jisung hires a human anti-anxiety pill.