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Jisung hated Lee fucking Minho for couple of reasons but it all came down to him being absolutely fucking perfect. His grades were always right above Jisung's, in rare occasions that broke and Jisung got the first ranks but he refused to acknowledge those because it was never consistent. His looks were just… Muscular body, huge thighs, veiny hands, soft brown hair and that fucking perfect nose on that perfect looking face was just overdoing it.
As a perfectionist, Han Jisung hated him for being perfect; with passion, with such a drive that made his guts twist. Lee fucking Minho was an obstacle to his own perfection that he needed to remove. Minho on the other hand had other plans, very different ones including his cute little hater without his knowledge.
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26 Jun 2026
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Jisung had always been a little curious. He wasn’t sure what held him back other than the lifelong socialization of drugs are bad and his grandma would cry if she knew her precious Jisung toyed with the devil’s lettuce. He never knew anyone who smoked until he got to college. He was actually a little surprised when he found out all of his friends… partook. He was even more surprised when he learned his boyfriend was one of them. Minho had blushed and said he doesn’t do it that often, that he didn’t bring it up because he didn’t want to make Jisung uncomfortable. He was a little offended by that — Jisung is cool! He can hang! He wouldn’t be uncomfortable if his friends or his boyfriend smoked around him, he would just be… unfamiliar.
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25 Jun 2026
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Han Jisung's life is soundwaves and sleepless nights. A second-year music production major with too many ideas and not enough time. When he's tasked with directing a music video for his most personal song yet, he knows what the song needs: Movement. Emotion. Someone who feels the music.
What he doesn't expect is Lee Minho. The mysterious transfer student with a sharp tongue, tired eyes, and a past no one talks about. Rumour has it Minho used to dance. Seriously dance. But Jisung's never seen him move. Not until a chance late-night encounter in a quiet dance studio changes everything.
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- Part 1 of Movement Universe
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25 Jun 2026
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“You can stay, Jisung.” He blinked slowly, like a cat telling someone it liked them.
“Thank you,” Jisung finally sat down properly on his stool, instead of the weird half-standing position he was in. “Can I start over?”
“Go ahead, but you only get one chance.” Not true, Minho just wanted to see how badly Jisung would fumble.
Jisung took a deep breath, took a sip of his own drink—already gaining some points—and stared at Minho with one eyebrow raised.
“Excuse me, noona, do you have a boyfriend?”
Minho burst out laughing. A loud cackle that was a bit too manly for his current looks, but he simply couldn’t help it.
“That’s it, I’m leaving,” Jisung announced as he raised from his seat, only stopping thanks to a manicured hand holding his.
“Wait, I’m sorry.” Minho looked up so an unshed tear wouldn’t ruin his makeup. “That was cute, just a bit cheesy. That’s all.”
“At least I got to see your pretty smile…” Jisung flexed his fingers and properly held Minho’s hand.
//Minho crossdressing with his best friend turns into clubbing for the first time in years and meeting someone new (who may or may not be Jisung).
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24 Jun 2026
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When Minho catches sight of himself in the mirror above their counter top, he stops, taking a few steps back, so he can see himself from the hips up. He hadn’t thought much of his appearance lately until the diet conversation today. He didn’t feel like he gained a lot or changed significantly in the last few weeks other than he felt well rested. Looking in the mirror, he still likes what he sees. He might not want to take his shirt off for the world to see, his thumb tracing the light scar on the side of his abdomen, but he looks good enough, doesn’t he?
Feeling suddenly uncertain, he looks away and opens the bathroom door. Maybe he can try to see himself through Jisung’s eyes for a night.
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24 Jun 2026