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As the song trickles to an end and Minho comes back to talk about whatever—at this point Jisung is too distracted to think straight or process what Minho is saying—Jisung makes up his mind.
He copies the number on the screen of his tablet to his phone and, without a moment of hesitation, pulls one of his earphones out and makes the call go through.
(Minho’s radio program is Jisung’s source of comfort and the only thing that lets him sleep at night. That is, until Minho starts talking shit about Jisung’s team.)
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21 Jun 2026
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A sniffle.
Minho turns, confused, and catches Jisung wiping at his cheek.
“…Are you crying?” he asks, frowning.
Jisung blinks at him, glassy-eyed and a tiny bit miserable. He doesn’t even pretend to deny it this time. He lifts his head with the devastated honesty only the heartbroken and intoxicated can manage.
“Yes,” he admits simply. “I’m crying. Because I’m drunk.”
“Oh.” Minho blinks, then lets out a startled laugh. “Oh, no.”
or: Jisung is drunk and can't stop talking about Minho's voice– until he starts talking about love.
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14 Jun 2026
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Jisung shrugs, all too casual. “Just for fun. You know, for the bit.”
“You want us to pretend to be a couple…in therapy. Just for fun.”
“Yeah!” Jisung nods enthusiastically. "Just until the therapist figures it out.”
Minho gives him a long, slow look that suggests he is currently measuring him for a straitjacket. “So. Two sessions, max.”
It’s supposed to be a joke– two best friends and roommates walk into a therapist’s office, and pretend they’re a couple until the therapist figures it out.
But old feelings die harder than old habits, and when everything they’ve been avoiding for five years finally catches up, Minho and Jisung start to realize they may not be pretending as much as they'd like to believe.
or: Minho and Jisung are not a couple– or so they think.
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11 Jun 2026
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Jisung moved to the desk by the window, setting the hefty manual aside with a soft thud. He needed a plan. Running his fingers through his already messy hair, he pulled his worn notebook from his backpack. The same one filled with half-finished lyrics and melody ideas that came to him at 3 AM. Flipping to a clean page, Jisung clicked his pen several times as he stared at the blank paper. Cat Sitting for Dummies, he wrote at the top of the page, underlining it twice for emphasis. Or how to make Minho's cats fall in love with me in ten steps. This was just like studying for an exam, right? Break it down into manageable chunks. He glanced over at Minho's encyclopedia of cat care, feeling his stomach tighten. Step One: Convince Minho and his cats that I already understand the mysterious creatures I'm about to cohabitate with.
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Or: Broke grad student Jisung takes a cat sitting job despite knowing nothing about cats. He concocts a plan to make sure Minho and his cats don’t want to fire him (only to end up wanting to keep them forever).
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04 Jun 2026
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“I think you’re lying, all the time. I think you think about me too.”
Jisung is close again, in a place he should never have entered. A place Minho had willingly opened to him, luring him into his den. A wolf trapping an unsuspecting lamb; pretty, blinking up at him with trembling eyes. Trembling eyes, but a steady, manly voice. Half a man; apparently more of one than Minho himself.
“Because I do think about you, professor Lee.”
For the sake of his less-than-likely redemption, Minho wants to think he’s not the one who bridges the distance. For the sake of his poor, rotten soul, he decides to think it’s Jisung who leans in further. And if his own back is no longer touching the wood of his chair, and he’s leaning over the desk just barely, then it’s a secret between him and hell.
Or Professor Minho shouldn’t fall for his new research assistant and his sweet, sad, angry eyes. He still does.
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27 May 2026