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Minho doesn’t claim to be a perfect person. He doesn’t believe in God and he’s never gone to church or whatever else is supposed to make someone a moral human being. But he’s generally good, he thinks.
So, hearing how his neighbor pleasures himself isn’t his fault. He wasn’t actively listening for it, okay? So he got hard a few times. And? Is he not allowed to touch himself at the same time in his own shower?
or: minho spends months listening to his new neighbor masturbate in the shower until a plumbing issue forces him to do something about it.
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26 Jun 2026
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A string of fate, colored in blue.
Jisung is wrongly convicted of murder. Minho, a demon, offers to help him for a price. Once the contract is fulfilled, Minho would reap his soul, clean and simple. But the problem is, Minho realizes that he might be more attached to his human than he thought.
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22 Jun 2026
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Minho had barely been affected by scents before. Some were nicer than others, and a few were a bit off-putting, but he’d never felt more than that.
And he definitely never had an urge to bite like he did when Jisung smiled, all heart-shaped, and said, “It’s been a long time, hyung.”
After a painful rift and four years of separation, Minho’s brother’s best friend shows up at his door. He doesn’t know what to do about it.
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20 Jun 2026
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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.
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19 Jun 2026
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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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18 Jun 2026