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Minho didn't care what went on behind closed doors.
He knew what Chan was usually up to. He didn't want to know what Hyunjin was up to.
But it was weird... that he had a sneaky feeling his best friend's shy and nocturnal roommate was up to something. Especially when he finds way too many coincidences to count between him and his favourite camboy.- Language:
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10 Jul 2026
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“I am so tired, hyung,” his shoulders droop. Oh no. “I don’t understand why I can’t have one peaceful week? That’s all I’m asking for, really! Just one,’
“Life isn’t meant to be fair, Jisungie. If it was, then wouldn’t it be too easy? Sometimes, you need to spice things up. It makes you stronger.” Minho brushes the back of his hand against Jisung’s icy cheek. “You are strong.”
or; minho was blessed with an unlucky best friend and cursed with perfervid feelings for said unlucky best friend.
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08 Jul 2026
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It's funny, how you can wake in the morning and have no idea where the day will take you, where you'll be at the end of it. So many normal days pass without a thing changing. Ten, thirty, eighty, one-thousand days go by without a single incident. And then—
"Oh, Jisung! This is my cousin, Minho!"
—Minho.
Jisung thought he knew what love was, convinced himself as much. He's starting to think he's had it all wrong.
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22 Jun 2026
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As the song trickles to an end and Minho comes back to talk about whatever—at this point Jisung is too distracted to think straight or process what Minho is saying—Jisung makes up his mind.
He copies the number on the screen of his tablet to his phone and, without a moment of hesitation, pulls one of his earphones out and makes the call go through.
(Minho’s radio program is Jisung’s source of comfort and the only thing that lets him sleep at night. That is, until Minho starts talking shit about Jisung’s team.)
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21 Jun 2026
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A sniffle.
Minho turns, confused, and catches Jisung wiping at his cheek.
“…Are you crying?” he asks, frowning.
Jisung blinks at him, glassy-eyed and a tiny bit miserable. He doesn’t even pretend to deny it this time. He lifts his head with the devastated honesty only the heartbroken and intoxicated can manage.
“Yes,” he admits simply. “I’m crying. Because I’m drunk.”
“Oh.” Minho blinks, then lets out a startled laugh. “Oh, no.”
or: Jisung is drunk and can't stop talking about Minho's voice– until he starts talking about love.
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14 Jun 2026