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“You need to do something about this,” Minho says, shaking his head in disbelief. “This is genuinely insane.”
“Don’t you think I’ve tried?” Jisung whines. “I’ve banged at the wall and left notes, and I even complained to our landlord, and these people are still going at it.”
“You only have two options left,” Minho declares matter-of-factly. “Calling the police or asserting dominance.” When Jisung frowns, confused about what that would even entail, Minho only grins. “You know, having louder sex?”
(Jisung’s neighbors are driving him insane with their daily, incredibly loud sex. Minho proposes a solution. Or, rather, sweet, messy revenge.)
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23 Jun 2026
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Two years. Jisung had tried to get his attention a couple of times in passing, but it had been to no avail. The man barely acknowledged his existence. Once, he’d seen him in the campus library while eating a snack and had asked where the study rooms were, and the alpha had looked up at him and promptly looked back down at his work- didn’t respond verbally, just pointed behind him to the wall lined with different study rooms. Even when Jisung thanked him, Minho just kept his head down, reading whatever book he had on the table.
He had watched one of Felix’s dance performances at the end of their first year, and found that Minho was also a dance major. Jisung tried to congratulate him for his insanely good routine, thinking that it was a sign of sorts that the universe put them all in one place, but Minho had only nodded his appreciation and went back to his group of friends.
Two. Years.
OR
[Minho refuses to notice Jisung's efforts and advances, at least that's what Jisung's Vibe Detector ™️ is telling him]
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18 Jun 2026
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Jisung has no idea why Minho hates him so much or when it all began. All he knows is that Minho's scent is intoxicating- and apparently Jisung's is intoxicating to Minho, too.
Translation in Spanish by w0lfiechannie
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17 Jun 2026
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“Sorry, I’m—” Jisung winces as Dr. Lee pushes his leg closer to his chest. A hand is braced on the top of his left thigh, spreading his legs further apart. “I’m not very flexible.”
“That’s okay.” Dr. Lee drags his knuckles down Jisung’s IT band, making his quad jump. “Feel how tight that is?”
Oh, no. Head, meet gutter.
“Yeah, it’s so—” he swallows. “So tight.”
“It’s pulling on your knee. Makes it feel like a nail gun going into your leg, right?”
“Something like that.”
“We need to loosen you up, yeah? So it won’t hurt so much.”
Jisung closes his eyes to hide how they roll up into the back of his head.
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jisung really wants to fuck his chiropractor.
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14 Jun 2026
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“Oh shit—quick! Make a wish!” Jisung grabs Minho’s shoulder and jumps in place. He squeezes his eyes shut, nose wrinkled in concentration, previous conversation forgotten.
“What’d you wish for?” Minho asks, voice too soft, too reverent. Shit, he really can’t help himself.
Jisung peeks one eye open. “Aish, for you to stop looking at me like that,” he whines.
“Like what?”
Jisung circles his wrist and swings their arms lazily. The pressure of his touch sends shocks up and down Minho’s forearm.
“Like that.”
“With my eyes?”
“Seriously, hyung. Stop perceiving me.”
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minho doesn't believe wishes can come true...
until Jisung turns invisible.
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13 Jun 2026