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“Are you making fun of me?”
Jisung sputters, not having expected a question so bold for someone who had just been bowing to him mere minutes before. He regains his composure–or what's left of it, anyway–and starts defending himself. “What?! No, of course not! Sorry, it was just a dumb joke, I–” He stops abruptly as he sees the growing smirk on Minho's face. That little–
Jisung whines, hiding his face with his hands in embarrassment. “Hyung.” The honorific slips from his lips unintentionally, and he doesn't even realize it until Minho starts to cackle.
“Sorry, sorry,” he says, and Jisung peeks through his fingers to see the remnants of his smile; beautiful, so fucking beautiful.
Or, Jisung visits his grandparents' mansion during summer vacation and meets the stableboy; Minho
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Jisung stops midair with the neckline of his—Minho's, really—hoodie to his nose. He stares at his pen, pausing his writing to let his brain process what he's been unconsciously doing the whole class (the whole day? Week? Month?).
His heart trembles and so do his eyes as he looks down on the hoodie. It's a nice hoodie, big and cozy, perfect for when he's cold or when he simply misses his best friend. Like he's been doing just now; he's inhaling Minho's scent because it's nice and warm and calms him down whenever he feels anxious.
At least, that's what he's trying to tell himself, anyway.
Or, Jisung realizes he's in love with Minho and everything kind of goes to shit
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“What are you making?” Jisung asks, signing with his hands, too, and Minho shouldn't find it as endearing as he does. That's literally his way of communicating, you jerk, he scolds himself and tries to act nonchalant as he stirs.
“Just some kimchi stew. Didn't feel like getting takeout tonight. You want some? I accidentally made too much.”
That's a lie. Of course he didn't accidentally make too much, he's not that stupid. It's all an elaborate mission to befriend Jisung; but the younger doesn't need to know about that.
Minho watches as Jisung's eyes sparkle and he gulps heavily.
“It looks delicious,” he whispers, his gaze not leaving the stew once. Minho thinks it's adorable, and he almost says as much, but he promptly bites his tongue and mentally shakes his head. Don't ruin this now.
Or, Minho gets a new roommate who's hard of hearing and Minho is, well, weak for cute boys
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With that out of the way, Minho does not get jealous easily.
So why, pray tell, is said boyfriend doing everything in his powers to make him jealous right now?
Minho is looking at him in disbelief from across the office, glaring daggers into the back of Minjun's head as she stands in the doorway of Chan's office door. Chan, the ribald that he is, is leaning against the doorframe with a crooked smile on his face, arms crossed and sleeves bunched at his elbows—his suit jacket is gone, and if Minho didn't know any better he'd think something—he's afraid to say what—happened in there.
To say Minho is furious would be an understatement. Minjun has been after Chan ever since she started working here (which is close to two years now) and her obvious flirtations never went over Minho's head. He's kind of surprised his boyfriend hadn't noticed—or maybe he had and he's trying to maintain a professional relationship for the sake of not making anything awkward.
Though right now, it's really hard to believe whatever their meeting was about was purely professional.
Or, Minho is jealous and they fuck in the office
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“Fuck,” she echoes her thoughts, putting her head into her hands and groaning pitifully.
“What?” Hyejin asks distractedly, eyes glued to her phone and most likely texting Jiyeon.
Jisu groans as an answer, letting the silence engulf them, the professor's voice only a background noise compared to the blood rushing through her ears. “Fucking lost my notebook. Must've forgot it when I was throwing in my things—” Then, realization hits her. “Oh, my god!” She yells a little too loud, the professor scolding her, and Jisu mutters a soft apology. “When I was running here—” she starts the explanation, body turned towards Hyejin who watches her closely, “—I crashed into someone,” she sighs dreamily, looking into the distance. “God, she was so pretty. I think she's the love of my life.”
“And I think you have brain damage,” Hyejin deadpans. Jisu sends her a glare.
Or, Jisu has an assignement, Minhee is pretty, and it all falls into a place somehow
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"I wanted you to come ask if I'd seen them," he shrugs.
Then he pulls the sweater from Minho's neck and wraps it around his body. Minho chuckles but he stops once Jisung gives him a stare that conveys his annoyance. "You never did. For three months."
"I'm sorry. I didn't think the hottest person I'd ever met would be stealing my gym pamphlets," Minho says, shifting closer so he's pressed up against Jisung's side and Jisung is sighing.
Or: Minho has a crush on his omega neighbor. What he doesn't know is said neighbor's name and whether or not that pup he saw him with in the park is his. (Minho wants him either way.)
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12 Oct 2024