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The issue was never Jisung’s jealousy. He could keep it under control. Hide it behind lingering stares and a pouty expression. He nearly broke after Inkigayo a few months back, needing to be reassured for days before he could even look at his boyfriend without tears making in his eyes. But Minho? Well, he was a different story. As much as he enjoyed teasing and flirting with his friends, he didn’t like when the tables were turned. His jealousy wasn’t nearly as tame. A fiery temper, raised voice, thinly veiled threats from a sharp tongue. It turned him into someone he didn’t recognize. Someone he didn’t know. “Doesn’t look like nothing.”
“It’s fanservice.” Chan assured, taking the phone and tucking it into his pocket so the man would stop tormenting himself watching fan-made edits. “We do it too.” This earned him a raised brow and a quiet hum of disapproval. “You know what I mean. It’s part of the job. Nothing to pout over.”
Minho wasn’t pouting. He didn’t pout.
He was totally pouting. “It looks so genuine, though. Like he enjoys the attention.”
“It’s Jisung. He enjoys any attention.”
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Minho claims he doesn't get jealous. Then why does a little fanservice have him seeing red?
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20 Jul 2025
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Minho glanced up—and something in the air snapped.
Maybe it was the lighting. Maybe it was the way Jisung was chewing that goddamn lip, lazy and dangerous. Maybe it was because Minho had been suppressing his entirely inappropriate thirst for weeks now, and Jisung just looked so down for trouble.
He licked his lips. “Kinda want to fuck you in the stockroom.”Jisung didn’t even flinch. He blinked once. Then:
“You're saying that like I’d say no.”
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17 Jul 2025
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Minho looks at him, and smiles. Red mouth. White, bunny teeth. Jisung’s heart between them.
“Sungie,” Minho says. “You need something?”
Minho already knows. Jisung is sure of it.
He answers anyway.
“Just you, hyung-ah,” he whispers. “Just you.”
(Or, Jisung yearns for Minho, who is standing right in front of him.)
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27 Jun 2025
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He switched tabs.
Opened Twitter.
Typed without thinking.
@leebit: This is what passes for gaming now? No wonder no one takes streamers seriously.
He hit post.
Closed the tab.
Walked away.
Did not check the replies.
(He did.)
And tried not to think about glitter. Or vampire lesbians.
Or the way Han bit his lip when he focused.
or jisung is an over confident twink sims streamer and minho is emotionally repressed call of duty streamer. what could possibly go wrong?
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- Part 1 of gaymers
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19 Jun 2025
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“I don’t think I can touch you.” Each word feels like its thrust from Minho's throat; he’s fighting every instinct in a way he’s never had to before. Deranged. “If you let me touch you, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop, Sung-ah. We’ll go too far. I feel like I won’t… be reasonable.”
“That’s fine,” Jisung blurts. Minho startles, stares at him. A blush colors his cheeks, but, bravely, Jisung doesn’t break eye contact. “You don’t have to stop then. Just—do what you need to do.”
Minho nearly chokes on his spit. “No, what’s wrong with you? You don’t have to do everything for me."
Jisung huffs. “Who said I’m doing it for you? I’m a willing participant. Ignore the ropes—willing! I don’t want you to stop. You could—you could do whatever you want to me, hyung. Trust me, I’d want it. I’m genuinely worried I might wake up any minute.” He shakes his wrists. “C’mon—limited time here, and you’re kinda, like, falling apart.”
or: Minho gets sick; Jisung is the best medicine.
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18 Jun 2025