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Jisung's hands froze mid-fold. The linen slipped, crumpling on the table.
He didn't turn around. Didn't say a word. Just stood there, breathing slow, willing his heart to stop racing.Behind him, footsteps padded closer, unhurried, soft against the tiles.
"I thought," Minho went on, almost light, "I'd let you decide. Would you rather spend the rest of your contract elbow-deep in the filters you love, or on deck, scrubbing salt off the rails like a good little barnacle?"
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or: overworked and constantly humiliated, dish boy Jisung tries to get his revenge on the cruise star, Minho.
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13 Feb 2026
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this is one of the best minsung fic ever man
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Tired of being the only one of his friends who doesn’t have a mate, Jisung signs up for the yearly campus-wide mating run. His best friend Minho is not amused.
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“Sorry, I’m—” Jisung winces as Dr. Lee pushes his leg closer to his chest. A hand is braced on the top of his left thigh, spreading his legs further apart. “I’m not very flexible.”
“That’s okay.” Dr. Lee drags his knuckles down Jisung’s IT band, making his quad jump. “Feel how tight that is?”
Oh, no. Head, meet gutter.
“Yeah, it’s so—” he swallows. “So tight.”
“It’s pulling on your knee. Makes it feel like a nail gun going into your leg, right?”
“Something like that.”
“We need to loosen you up, yeah? So it won’t hurt so much.”
Jisung closes his eyes to hide how they roll up into the back of his head.
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jisung really wants to fuck his chiropractor.
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“Ahhh, did you really think you were going to be sticking your dick in me tonight?”
A sharp intake of breath. A few seconds of silence pass. “Yes?” A soft shaky voice replies.
Jisung is clearly overthinking all of a sudden, his expression always so open and easy to read, a million thoughts racing behind eyes, still glazed over with lust. Minho uses this to slowly drape more of his body over Jisung’s bare form and with cat-like speed grabs Jisung’s wrists, quickly pinning them to the bed, restraining each wrist by his head before Jisung can even react. Another dangerously low whisper in his ear.
“Oh no princess, you are mine to use tonight.”
or. Minho should question his taste more when he gets attached to frat boy Jisung and his shameless attempts at flirting with him. Only thing is that Minho can't stop thinking about ruining the damn boy.
based off the tweet:
love characters who are the type to talk big but then end up clawing at the sheets and trying to crawl away because it gets too much too soon just to get grabbed by the hips and fucked back on whoever’s cock like that’s their actual place and not the high horse they want to be on -
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Jisung cleared his throat, a sudden feeling of embarrassment coming over him. He stared at the paper cup in his hands as he spoke. "So you're really nice and all, and your cocoa is amazing, but the whole lip thing— I can see you staring when I talk and I just wanted to say it's kind of uncom-"
"Uh sorry, strange question, but could you look up at me?" Minho suddenly asked. "I need to read your lips or else I can't really understand what you're saying."
aka Jisung asks barista Minho to stop staring at his lips, not realizing Minho is deaf, and kind of has to.
Minho thinks Jisung's lips are pretty