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The bio—#LEEKNOWISCUTE—is a product of observation and good acting. It has to be believable, that’s all, he just wants to blend in. Like a fandom chameleon, or something.
No, a private account is not an option. It’s just not the same.
You wouldn’t get it.
Jisung tries compartmentalizing to cope with the chaos of being Minho’s best friend. It’s great, until all of his compartments collide.
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03 Jun 2026
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“I’m not enough for you anymore, is that it?!” Jisung barrels on, breathless. His eyes sting, his throat burns. He chokes on his own spit a little as he shouts, feeling like his insides are spilling out onto the floor with every word. When he throws his phone towards the couch, it hits the ground with a sharp crunch. “You have to pick up other guys and fuck them too?! I bet your hoodie is covered in some stranger’s come, that’s why you’re never wearing-”
When he rips Minho’s hoodie out of his arms, he stops in his tracks, eyes widening. Instead of streaks of white he’s met with splatters of red, bloodstains covering the grey fabric.
“Huh…?”
(or; jisung assumes his boyfriend is cheating on him. the truth is far from what he feared.)
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Jisung wasn't gay, but he might be a little bit in love with Minho anyway, his perfect face and weird little soul. His hole was dripping again, wetness smearing between his thighs.
If he was truly dying, Jisung thought he would die happy while gazing up at Minho, cheek smushed against the thick thighs caging him in, keeping him steady.
"Please hyung, something's wrong with my ass. I kinda need you to check for me." Minho let out the smallest noise and finally deigned him with a look.
(OR: "Straight" Jisung discovers he suddenly has a magically self-lubricating asshole and asks Minho to check for him. Because, you know, it could be deadly. Obviously not because he's aching to be fucked.)
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“This isn’t for me. But you look like you’re on the verge of tears because of how worked up you are right now, Sung-ah… I’m just saying. If you wanted to use my thigh for a little bit, it wouldn’t count.”
“How would that not count..?”
Jisung pondered the words. He’s not actually touching Minho. They’re both wearing clothes.
“I’m not inside you. I’m not touching you anywhere that would count towards that. I’m just sitting here and admiring you, as I usually do, and giving you permission to do what you need while you sit on my thigh.”
Whatever he needed to do. On Minho’s thick, built, fucking gorgeous thigh.Bookmarked by beatopia44
14 May 2026
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Minho is straight. He’s straight. He’s straight. He’s straight.
But Jisung—
No. He’s straight. He’s straight. He’s straight.
…until he isn’t.
Bookmarked by beatopia44
10 May 2026