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Just for the record, Jisung does not want to be here.
He was practically dragged from his dorm room kicking and screaming, if you count whining and complaining and generally being very annoying as kicking and screaming. He very well could have just said no—he is his own autonomous person, after all—but what else was he supposed to do when promised a free off-campus meal, paid for by his hyungs? As a broke college student, he quickly learned that there is very little he wouldn't do for a bargain as good as that.
Up to and including accompanying his friends to a stupid, Saturday night college party that is apparently unavoidable. A mandatory, non-negotiable stipulation in their friendship. In trying to get him to come along with them, his friends have told him it'd be good to expand his social circle as well as get out of his room and away from campus for a bit. Besides, who knows, he might have fun.
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Or, Jisung plays spin the bottle at a college party and discovers some hidden feelingsBookmarked by baeeidk
14 Jul 2026
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"And you will have to take a pheromonalyzer test," dark feline eyes give a quick assessing look to his license, "Jisung-ssi."
Distracted by his name said in that soft voice, it takes a second for Jisung to understand the words.
"A what test?"
Or: Jisung didn’t know you are not supposed to drive under the (heat) influence, he learns the hard way.
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14 Jul 2026
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Jisung felt a weird shift the moment he heard those low groans coming from his roommate's bedroom. But things took a truly dizzying turn when he caught a glimpse of Minho's veiny hands through the tiny crack in the door and heard his own name slip from Minho's lips.
“How much longer are you going to stand there?” Minho’s voice cut through the silence like a lightning bolt.
And Jisung knew right then that he was utterly fucked.
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13 Jul 2026
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“I’m sorry, Jisungie. I wish hyung could fix it,” Minho placates. That’s another thing their friends constantly make fun of him for – always coming to Jisung’s rescue. When Jisung has a problem, Minho fixes it.
Suddenly, Jisung sits up, looking at Minho with something unreadable in his eyes. Minho’s hand falls out of his hair and into Jisung’s lap instead. It’s warm.
“Hyung,” Jisung says very seriously. He scoops Minho’s hand up in both of his own. Minho has always loved the fact that here, only here, Jisung is bigger than him. He noticed it for the first time in high school, when Jisung was pulling him through a crowd after a concert. Minho is taller than him, and broader, but something about holding Jisung’s hand makes him feel small. Taken care of. “What if you could?”
Minho blinks once. Twice. Three times. Jisung stares down at him, waiting for him to process. When Minho can’t possibly think of how he could be assistance, he asks “what do you mean?”
“Fuck me,” Jisung says simply.
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13 Jul 2026
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“Jisung,” Jeongin called before he left the room. “This is super cliché, but—I believe in soulmates. Sometimes, life gets hard and weaves them apart, and it might take a few lifetimes to cross paths again, but in the end, they always find each other. When they’re together, that connection is undeniable. I’m just curious, but—do you think that’s true?”
Jisung felt his throat close up, and the tears he was trying to hold back broke free.
“I think it could be.”
Or what happens when Jisung and Minho meet again after eight years.
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11 Jul 2026