13 Works by ny0mi
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"You're tied to a chair."
"Loosely tied," Jisung corrects. "I could've gotten out eventually. Probably."
"Han," Minho says, "my guys are starting to think you're a training exercise."
Jisung laughs, genuine and bright. "Tell them I'm happy to keep providing realistic scenarios."
or: SWAT team leader minho keeps having to rescue reckless genius detective jisung from situations he shouldn't be in. so what if the line between professional responsibility and personal attachment keeps blurring?
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“Is that a Twinkie in your pants,” Minho says, letting his eyes drag deliberately down to Jisung’s crotch and back up, “or are you just happy to see me?”
Jisung blinks, looks down at himself. Then reaches into his pocket.
“Yeah,” Jisung says, completely deadpan. “It is a Twinkie.”
minho tries (and repeatedly fails) to flirt with jisung using the same pickup line, only to be thwarted by increasingly absurd items in jisung's pockets.
or: 5 times minho asks jisung about the content of his pockets, and one time jisung asks him back.
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"I get it now," he says again. "Why she cheated with you."
Minho freezes. And that feels good, for half a second, like handing someone a grenade just to watch them panic.
"I'm sorry, what?" Minho says slowly.jisung gets cheated on and decides the only logical next step is to track down the hot guy his ex slept with and see for himself if he's really all that. by letting him fuck him.
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jisung and minho have everything: routine, intimacy, safety. when jisung starts to fear it’s just habit, distance follows, and they’re forced to relearn how to choose each other.
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it's not christmas that sucks. it’s the hand-holding, hot cocoa-sharing, stupidly romantic bullshit everywhere. and now minho’s back after 10 years, being sweet and beautiful, and jisung is so fucked.
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“You think I wanna watch my own fucking back and yours?”
Jisung squares his shoulders, defiant now. “If you had been alone, the situation would’ve turned out the same way.”
Minho’s lip curls. “The same way?”
Jisung nods. “I wouldn’t have been able to fight it off of you. I wouldn’t have been able to do shit.”
“I wasn’t alone. That’s the difference. I wasn’t alone, and neither were you, but you sure as hell acted like it.”
or: the world’s falling apart—death, betrayal, and monsters that used to be people. minho’s just trying to survive what’s left of it. jisung makes that harder. he’s the wrong person at the worst time, and nothing about this is simple.
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Now, every time he jerks off, every time he fucks himself open with whatever shitty excuse for lube he’s using that day—he remembers.
Remembers how good that one was. How it felt. How it tasted. How it made everything slick but not too slick, made his lips tingle, left his mouth watering.
or: jisung had a one night stand years ago and never forgot the taste of the lube, spending years on trying to find that lube, only to find out it was never lube in the first place.
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“You’re really into this stuff, huh?” Seungmin says, sounding far too entertained.
Hyunjin scoffs, flipping his hair dramatically. “Well, yeah. Space is fucking awesome. And honestly? It’s kinda fucked up how little people know about it. Like, you ever think about how the Moon is literally drifting away from Earth every year? Every year, man.” He widens his eyes. “At some point, it’s just gonna fuck off into the void.”
Seungmin hums thoughtfully, swirling his drink. “That’s terrifying.”
“Right? Like, what if one day we just look up and—bam! No more Moon. That’s some existential horror shit.”
or: hyunjin, an artist with an obsessive love for space, spends an entire night mansplaining rockets to a guy at a bar—only to later discover said guy is literally an aerospace engineer
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He scrambles for something—anything—to keep the conversation going. "So, uh, do you come here often?"
Minho's eyebrow arches higher. "Really?"
"What?" Jisung says, defensive. "It's a valid question."
Minho's smirk grows. "You're funny."
or: jisung’s hallway crush turns into a club hookup. and kinda the best night of his life. probably because it's his hallway crush minho.
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“You know,” Hyunjin says, “everyone assumes my favourite Monet painting is one of the Water Lilies. Probably because I came all the way to Giverny to stare at them.”
Seungmin glances at him, one eyebrow raised. “Isn’t it?”
Hyunjin shakes his head. “Nope. It’s the Sunset on the Seine.”
Seungmin tilts his head, his curiosity piqued. “Why that one?”
Hyunjin hesitates. He’s never told anyone his before, but with Seungmin, it feels safe.”Because it’s warm. It’s peaceful, but not in a distant, untouchable way. It feels close, like you could step into it and be a part of it. It’s comforting.”hyunjin goes to giverny for inspiration and meets seungmin there, who's also there for the water lilies.
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One of Minho’s hands moves to his chin, gripping it lightly, a possessive yet unhurried touch that sends a shiver down Jisung’s spine. Minho’s fingers are warm, his hold firm, pulling Jisung’s face closer to his own. Jisung’s breathing hitches as he watches Minho’s dark eyes, intense and unyielding, focused entirely on him.
“That was fun, but…” Minho leans in, his lips brushing against Jisung’s ear as he murmurs, “you can’t escape me anyway.”or: jisung's halloween night goes to shit when venom-no, minho-no, venom shows up.
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jisung is determined to prove he's got some incredible skills, but minho won't give him an ounce of credit. what starts as a simple demonstration quickly spirals into a series of questionable situations. now jisung's mission to impress has him in over his head—and in some compromising positions with his best friend.
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minho is jisung's older brother's (hot) best friend. at least he's supposed to be only that. but he's also annoyingly smug and apparently has a thing for jisung.