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Jisung shifts, the hem of the hoodie riding up just enough to tease the soft, unblemished skin of his inner thigh. They would look so pretty covered in his marks. Minho's teeth itch with the urge to bite.
"Hi, everyone," Jisung murmurs, his voice a little raspy, filtering through Minho’s headphones and sending a literal shiver down his spine. "Thanks for joining. I... I felt a little lonely tonight."
Minho freezes, his entire body locking up as he stares at the screen. His breath comes in short, sharp gasps. Jisung is sitting there, bathed in his scent, wearing his clothes, broadcasting to the entire fucking internet. The possessive, primal part of him is roaring in triumph, while the rational part of his brain is screaming in panic.
Jisung stretches languidly, rolling his shoulders and making the hoodie slip further down one arm, exposing the smooth line of his collarbone.
Minho’s blood turns to liquid fire. With a trembling hand, he hovers his cursor over the text box. His fingers fly across the keyboard, typing out the username he’s used for weeks since he discovered Jisung's secret; the anonymous shield that lets him devour his friend from afar.
Lino logs in.
Bookmarked by PotatoCat (YAdds)
20 Jun 2026
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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.)
Bookmarked by PotatoCat (YAdds)
27 May 2026
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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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Bookmarked by PotatoCat (YAdds)
23 May 2026
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Fresh off a brutal breakup, Seungmin wants nothing but a quick, dirty distraction. An arrogant gym rat with a killer smirk and zero-strings policy seems perfect.
Minho fucks as if he owns him—and maybe he does, because one night wasn’t enough for him. And one night was all Seungmin wanted.
To keep distance. To be distracted. To be worth something for just a night.
Seungmin swiped right. And Minho… he can’t be left.
Or: What happens when a safeword is in the line between fake and reality?
Bookmarked by PotatoCat (YAdds)
23 May 2026
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“We need to talk, is all,” Seungmin says, his eyes suddenly intense as he looks at Minho.
Best to feign innocence, which Minho only thinks he is good at doing. “What about?” he asks, fluttering his eyelashes as if to say What clicker? I haven’t been subconsciously training you to respond to a clicker I keep in my pocket at all. How silly.
Seungmin sputters, as if Minho is being ridiculous, playing at innocence. And, yeah, he is, but it was worth a shot. He exhales heavily, the apology already on the tip of his tongue.
“I’m sorry that I—”
“About the fact that you’re in love with me,” Seungmin hisses.
The world jerks to a stop. Standing there, pressing Seungmin against the kitchen counter by his hips and looking into his eyes, he wonders what had given him that impression. Minho was using Seungmin to his own ends, and sacrificing quite a lot to do so. Making every attempt to see Seungmin and spend time with him, being weirdly complimentary when necessary, even offering to do inane chores—
Oh.
Wherein Minho needs a subject for a school project, and Seungmin is the closest thing to a dog Minho can find.
Bookmarked by PotatoCat (YAdds)
13 May 2026