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“Y’know, you really talk a big game, when all it takes to keep you still is a little force in the locker room. Are you that helpless without your guard dogs?” Jisung tilts his head to the side as he speaks, blinking his eyes with faux sympathy.
The urge to act like a dog himself and bite gives Minho whiplash. He tightens his grip on Jisung’s shoulders and slams one of his padded legs into Jisung’s knee instead, a groan escaping the younger’s lips instantly. Minho takes the chance to switch their positions, slamming him into the lockers with much more force than necessary. The sound echoes in the room as Jisung shuts his eyes and leans his head back with a curse, chest heaving.
“I know I’ve been cordial on the ice and everything, Han, but don’t you forget that I don’t like you as much as you don’t like me,” Minho begins. Jisung keeps his eyes shut, head still tilted to the ceiling. Minho jostles him against the locker. “Look at me when I’m speaking.”
Jisung still doesn’t open his eyes, laughing instead as he says, “Fuck you.”
OR: The one where Jisung hates Minho, and Minho hates Jisung. Too bad they're stuck on the same hockey team now.
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22 Feb 2026