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    The Jisung standing in the kitchen doorway is unlike any of Minho’s memories.

    He’s grown out of his awkward gawkiness entirely. His tousled hair curls at his nape, stylishly cut. He has what look like designer glasses perched on his nose, and he’s wearing a shirt that draws attention to both his broad shoulders and slight waist. When he catches Minho’s eye, he gives him a familiar smile—once sweet and goofy as a preteen, now totally disarming.

    He’s horrendously Minho’s type. Like, embarrassingly.

    His mind spins and spins until he can’t make out any singular thought in the chaos. His inner monologue is one solid, whirring thing.

    “Been a long time since I had a proper bug sighting,” he says, trying not to sound as winded as he feels. He’s staring. He can’t help it. He’s looking at an apparition of the kind of pretty-eyed guy he’d approach in a bar, here in Chan’s nice kitchen, wearing little Jisung’s smile.

    When Minho reconnects with his childhood friends, he finds himself struggling with unexpected feelings for Chan's little brother Jisung.

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    It took Shane till the afternoon to ask, which meant he had probably been thinking about it silently all morning, turning it over in his mind.

    “What do you like about it?”

    Shane wants to be shown off. Ilya wants him to get what he wants.

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    There’s something else troubling Shane now, Ilya knows. He can wait; with Shane’s weight on his front, his face so close to his own, and the sun setting, he can wait forever. “You think she’d like me? If she’d met me?”

    The weight is still on his front, their faces are still close, the sun is still setting. There’s a new weight now; Mama’s cross, suddenly so heavy that he thinks he’s having trouble breathing, although that cannot be true. He doesn’t need to think about it, and he knows what he should say, knows the answer that would keep that hopeful glimmer present in Shane’s big, blinking eyes. But he also knows that Shane would see right through him. And they promised not to lie, not here.

    So, Ilya does. “I don’t know,” he whispers, barely whispers, and the admission burns his throat. He doesn’t know what it is, after that; the pre-existing knot constricting his throat, the ray of light that catches the edge of his crucifix and causes it to glow, like an agreement, or, most likely, the way Shane’s eyes widen just a fraction, before he conceals the shock and schools his features into something more neutral.

    or, Shane is curious, and Ilya tries to reconcile with his faith

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    “You invited the team to our house. . . for a bachelor party.”

    Ilya pauses before smiling and wincing. “Yes.”

    There’s a beat of silence between them. “Ilya, they are going to destroy our house.”

    “We don’t know that for sure.” he argues. “Plus, it is for Harris and Troy. We should be the ones to do it.” Ilya shrugs.

    “Because we’re gay?”

    (shane and ilya host a bachelor party for harris and troy and the whole thing ends up way more chaotic and way more wholesome than expected)

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    Please." Shane says, his tone suddenly turning sweet and almost pleading. His hand travels up Ilya’s thigh with intention. 

    "Mmmm I think you need a better argument, Hollander." Ilya says, his eyes wandering from Shane’s face to his hand nearing his crotch.

    "I thought I might." Shane purrs as he lowers himself from the chair to his knees.

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