minhospudding
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Sebuah amplop cokelat misterius tanpa pengirim mendarat di kotak pos kontrakannya Seonghyeon, berisi peringatan akurat yang menyelamatkannya dari kecelakaan besar. Siapakah pengirimnya?
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“This punishment was supposed to humiliate me... why does everyone else look like they’re about to pass out?”
Juhoon thinks it’s just a stupid Mario Kart bet. He doesn't know that lounging on the kitchen counter in a crop top and miniskirt is currently giving James a meltdown, causing Martin’s brain to short-circuit, giving Seonghyeon a tactical heart attack and making Keonho ready to fight a wall.
What started as a prank ends with four desperately blushing boys silently holding their breath every time he moves, praying the twenty-four hours never actually end.
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- Part 3 of love letters to jju
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Jisung's hands froze mid-fold. The linen slipped, crumpling on the table.
He didn't turn around. Didn't say a word. Just stood there, breathing slow, willing his heart to stop racing.Behind him, footsteps padded closer, unhurried, soft against the tiles.
"I thought," Minho went on, almost light, "I'd let you decide. Would you rather spend the rest of your contract elbow-deep in the filters you love, or on deck, scrubbing salt off the rails like a good little barnacle?"
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or: overworked and constantly humiliated, dish boy Jisung tries to get his revenge on the cruise star, Minho.
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13 Feb 2026
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this is one of the best minsung fic ever man
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Tired of being the only one of his friends who doesn’t have a mate, Jisung signs up for the yearly campus-wide mating run. His best friend Minho is not amused.
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- Part 1 of chasing the rabbit, hunting the fox
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“Sorry, I’m—” Jisung winces as Dr. Lee pushes his leg closer to his chest. A hand is braced on the top of his left thigh, spreading his legs further apart. “I’m not very flexible.”
“That’s okay.” Dr. Lee drags his knuckles down Jisung’s IT band, making his quad jump. “Feel how tight that is?”
Oh, no. Head, meet gutter.
“Yeah, it’s so—” he swallows. “So tight.”
“It’s pulling on your knee. Makes it feel like a nail gun going into your leg, right?”
“Something like that.”
“We need to loosen you up, yeah? So it won’t hurt so much.”
Jisung closes his eyes to hide how they roll up into the back of his head.
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jisung really wants to fuck his chiropractor.