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    Jisung shrugs, all too casual. “Just for fun. You know, for the bit.”

    “You want us to pretend to be a couple…in therapy. Just for fun.”

    “Yeah!” Jisung nods enthusiastically. "Just until the therapist figures it out.”

    Minho gives him a long, slow look that suggests he is currently measuring him for a straitjacket. “So. Two sessions, max.”

    It’s supposed to be a joke– two best friends and roommates walk into a therapist’s office, and pretend they’re a couple until the therapist figures it out.

    But old feelings die harder than old habits, and when everything they’ve been avoiding for five years finally catches up, Minho and Jisung start to realize they may not be pretending as much as they'd like to believe.

    or: Minho and Jisung are not a couple– or so they think.

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    Lee Minho has a thing for straight guys, completely unrelated to his best friend's little brother.
    Upon finding out, Han Jisung couldn't be less bothered about it.
    They're soulmates. They're not gay for each other. That would be weird.

    "Han," he calls, sternly. "I want those stupid-as looking little gay aliens tattooed on me."
    "They're not gay," he mumbles. "They're starmates."
     

    or: some people have daddy issues, lee minho has han jisung issues.

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    ”Surely you’ve heard of topping from the bottom,” Minho says.

    Changbin blinks.

    Minho’s grin widens ever so slightly. “Who ever told you that the one with a dick in their mouth or up their ass can’t be in control?” He tuts. “You’re missing out, Binnie.”

    Changbin blinks some more. When Minho puts it so simply it seems obvious, but - “But isn’t that, like? Like, isn’t that the point? Of bottoming?”

    ”Maybe for some people.” Minho shrugs. “But it doesn’t have to be.”

    The request that immediately leaps onto Changbin’s tongue - Show me - feels a little bit too much like a come-on to insert into this moment. “What do you mean?” he asks instead.

     

    or: changbin walks in on minho sucking jisung's dick and has a crisis about it. minho helps him through it.

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    Jisung tugged the shirt free, already pressing it to his nose before his brain caught up.

    And froze.

    Because it wasn’t caramel.

    It wasn’t Chan.

    It was mint.

    Not sharp, antiseptic mint - the kind he usually hated. Softer. Fresher. Like mint tea still steaming on a wooden table.

    He inhaled again, greedy, and fell flat onto his back. The fabric was crushed to his face, his lungs filling like they hadn’t worked properly in years.

    “Oh my fucking god.”

     
    Just Chan’s mistake leads omega Jisung to develop a mint addiction.

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    31 Jul 2026

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    “Minho, listen to me. Whatever you do, don’t bite him, okay?”

    “Bite,” Minho repeats foggily, liking the way the word feels in his mouth, between his teeth.

    “I wouldn’t usually be concerned about your control, but with you two…”

    “Us two.” He thinks about it. He’s never let himself think of them as an us before. Jisung continues to linger by the door, so close, painfully close. Within claiming distance. Just a scant inch or two of door between them.

    “He’s your blind spot,” Chan says matter-of-factly.

    “Blind spot?”

    There’s a short sigh. “This conversation is going nowhere. I’m coming over, okay? Minho? I’m coming.”

    “Minho?” Jisung asks again, and he can feel himself smiling, sunning in the sound of his voice.

    “Sung-ah,” Minho says warmly, phone slipping from his hand and thunking softly against the carpeted floor. “Omega.”

     

    Jisung presents late, panics, and hides it from his friends. As the weeks pass, Minho is haunted by a mystery scent that calls to him like nothing ever has before.

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