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Jisung is good at three things: avoiding people, hooking up with strangers who don't expect anything, and pretending he doesn't want more.
Minho is good at everything—except understanding why he can't stop looking at the boy with the sad eyes and the scratched-up hands.
As their paths continue to cross, both boys cling to their excuses, using plausible deniability to protect their hearts from the terrifying reality of falling in love.
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09 Jul 2026
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Jisung often dreamed in black and white. He saw keys, a stool, an empty crowd and a piano that outgrew him. And then came the colour, he supposed. Colour in purple bruises, stained bandages and red gloves that suddenly made it all better.
Or Jisung was a prodigy in a life he wanted nothing more than to forget and Minho was now the main event.
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08 Jul 2026
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Beginning to get impatient, Minho snakes a hand over Jisung's calf lightly, relishing in the goosebumps that rise on his pretty skin. He lets his fingers continue their trail until his hand comes to rest on the thigh opposite his face. Minho puts a little bit of pressure, a silent goad to Jisung to spread his legs. This could be innocent enough, he reasons. Jisung will probably think Minho needs a little more room from his position under the desk.
And Jisung obliges beautifully, not even glancing down at him. Minho gives the soft flesh a gentle squeeze as thanks.
Another chime comes through the speaker and Jisung sits up a little straighter, jostling Minho's head where it rests on his thigh. The voices drone on and Minho finds himself pushing his face directly into Jisung's groin, chasing the delicious musk. Jisung's whole body tenses before relaxing a little, like he was expecting Minho to do worse. He can hear Jisung speaking but is too focused on the clothed cock in front of his face to really hear him.
He's not talking to Minho anyway. He's too busy focused on these men on the laptop and not his boyfriend between his thighs.
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08 Jul 2026
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“Hyung,” Jisung said, without looking up. “I have to pee.”
Ah. “Sorry, baby,” Minho said, parroting Jisung’s earlier word choice. “Looks like you’ll have to hold it a minute.”
Jisung didn’t answer. His left leg kept bouncing.
Minho watched him. “Is it really bad?”
“Uhhh,” Jisung said. “Kinda.” He looked at Minho, then looked away quickly. “I didn’t realize how bad ‘til now.”
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08 Jul 2026
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Jisung doesn't falter. He strikes first with a left hook that Minho dodges with ease, then attempts to throw a cross. Minho keeps himself out of range before stepping in and making a big show of pretending to deliver an uppercut to Jisung's stomach, followed by a left hook of his own. Jisung leans away from that fist, taking a step back and making sure to keep his hands up to protect his face, like Minho taught him. Minho presses in further, using his initiative to pressure Jisung backwards until he hits the back of the couch. Minho brings his hips in close and twists at the waist, about to—
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"Jagiya," says Minho quietly.
"No."
"Are you hard right now?"
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or: Minho and Jisung enjoy training together. It’s definitely not foreplay.
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07 Jul 2026