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He activates the teleport.
Jisung’s voice cuts through, “Oh, a catgirl?”
Minho misses his flick. Fuck.
“You want me to be your catgirl?”
Minho shoots again.
“What am I? Your discord kitten?”
Shots go wide. Yoru falls.
“Lino?” Changbin calls but he can hear evident laughter in his voice.
Minho clears his throat, “Lag.”
or. Minho doesn’t know how to act normal when Jisung shows up in a catgirl cosplay for his 500k sub special Valorant stream.
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19 Jul 2026
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Jisung ducks his head. He rests his hands on Minho’s thighs, fingertips brushing the edge of his t-shirt. He smells good, freshly showered, and looks all soft and glowy. Light years out of Jisung’s league. ‘We’re supposed to talk about my tattoo,’ he mutters. ‘Not your fucking—Top Ten Slutty Twinks I Want to Deflower, or whatever.’
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18 Jul 2026
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Jisung leaned in further and pressed his nose straight into the sheets.
Minho was dying. “Uh, sorry, I should’ve changed it altogether, I—”
“It smells like your jumper,” Jisung said, perfectly calm. He inhaled again, eyes fluttering shut for a second. “It smells like you. I like it.”
“M–me?” Minho stammered, heat racing from his ears down his neck.
Jisung looked up at him, and a ripple of colours chased itself over his own skin. “Oh,” he said, fascinated. “Humans change their skin colour too.”
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What do you do when a pretty alien crash‑lands in your cherry blossom gardens… and straight into your heart?
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14 Jul 2026
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Jisung was on the other side and he smelt good. Ripe. Ready for him.
“Jisung-ah.” Minho tried for a sweet tone as he rattled the door, but his voice was bitten and raw. Desperate. Desirous. “Jisung-ah, open the door for alpha.”
“I can’t, hyung.” Jisung pressed a palm back to the door, the other one to the centre of his chest that was filled with a hollow ache. “Before your rut hit fully, we agreed I wouldn’t open the door. I’m here though, right here.”
“Jisung,” he tried again. “Come on. I’m so hard, I can take care of you. I can make you forget everything else. No need to be worried, baby. Just let me in.”
Each word caused more slick to leak out of Jisung.
“I can smell you, omega. Smell how badly you need me. Let. Me. In.”Or, Minho goes into a snap rut and locks Jisung in the bathroom for his safety.
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And now there was a cake thanking Jisung for the sex, Chan was pinching the bridge of his nose, and Changbin was clapping furiously, his arm muscles bulging with excitement. And Minho-
Minho was sitting at the other end of the table, staring at Jisung with a perplexed look, eyebrows furrowed. When they made eye contact, Minho raised his eyebrow. “There’s no way you topped someone,” he told him.
Immediately, the whole table went silent to gape at him.
It was Jisung’s turn to furrow his eyebrows then. What did that even mean? Why would Felix lie about something like that? “I’m a top,” he said slowly.
Minho shook his head. “You’re a bottom,” he said with finality.
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Or; Jisung is a top. Minho disagrees.
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13 Jul 2026