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Minho has been cranky all day. From the moment he got up in the morning to now, during practice, nothing seemed right. Every sound feels too loud, every movement too slow, every minor inconvenience unbearable. When he snaps at the youngers during dance practice, Chan takes him home.
Minho is desperate to forget and Chan is there to take care of him.
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Minho has a bad day, Chan fucks it out of him.
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03 Jun 2026
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Minho keeps wearing Chan's hoodies.
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03 Jun 2026
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Lo que comenzó como un rutinario paseo nocturno de viernes por las iluminadas calles de Seúl, termina convirtiéndose en una noche inolvidable a orillas del Río Han.
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03 Jun 2026
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He's laid onto his back in the dewy grass, and made to bare his neck. Like an animal, waiting for slaughter.
The fingers against his jaw have none of Chan's gentleness, and the breath against his neck is hot and heavy with lust.
Or perhaps,
Hunger.
The line between the two are nearly indistinguishable under the moonlight.
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03 Jun 2026
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Driven by a sudden, desperate impulse, Minho leaned in close, his shadow merging with Chan’s. The words tumbled out in a frantic, breathy rush: "I'mtiredoflisteningtotheirmoaneverynight."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Then, a slow, effortless smile spread across Chan’s face—a smile so wide his eyes virtually disappeared into crescents of mischief. "And which room is currently hosting this... nightly performance?"
"302," Minho muttered, his face flushing a deep, involuntary crimson.
"Ah," Chan exhaled, a soft laugh escaping him. "You’re Jisung’s roommate."
Minho nodded fervently, his eyelashes fluttering in a rhythmic display of anxiety. "Please. Can I? Is there any way out?"
Chan’s expression shifted, his voice turning suddenly professional, almost cold. "Of course, you can’t change roommates."
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Minho is straight and trying to keep his straightness.Bookmarked by minchanluuv
03 Jun 2026