𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓁𝓊𝓋, 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓈

It all started with a stupid Valentine’s Day promotion— buy two flash drives for the price of one. Lee Know couldn’t resist, so he bought them. One for himself, one for his roommate— Han Jisung.

The flash drives had 16GB, were cotton candy pink, and the employee had engraved each of their initials on the removable cap— the only difference between the two devices. 

Jisung looked at the gift, chuckled in disbelief, and said, “gay”, before tossing it on his desk, where it would probably be forgotten forever.

Minho, on the other hand, used his all the time— for music, photos, videos of his cats, and college assignments. Han often mocked him, “You know there’s something called onedrive, right?”, but Lee Know didn’t care. He liked doing things the old fashioned way.

One day, Jisung was on his way out for a date. He stepped out of his room and found a Lee Know on all fours in the middle of the living room, arm shoved deep under the couch, a flashlight in his mouth— clearly, his roommate had lost something.

“Humm… Lee Know hyung?”, he said, hesitant, unsure if he should get involved. Han tried to stay serious, but the moment Minho sat up, the flashlight still stuck in his mouth, and tried to say what was supposed to be, “What’s up?”, but instead it sounded like he was asking someone to go deeper during a blowjob— Jisung completely lost it and burst out laughing.

Lee Know frowned, not understanding the younger’s laughing access, and pulled the flashlight out of his mouth, pushing his bangs away with his other hand, “What are you laughing at?”. Then he looked Jisung up and down— his hair was wavy, he was wearing a white shirt, the first few buttons undone, perfectly showing his solid chest and slim waist, new lightwash jeans, and his favorite perfume, “And where are you going all dressed up like that, huh?”

Jisung coughed, holding his stomach as he calmed down, fanning his face, “Oh, this? I’m going on a date…”

Of course Minho didn’t like that at all and he didn’t hide it, “Why go on a date when you could stay home and help me look for my stuff?”

Running a hand over the back of his neck, Han walked to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, “Well… maybe because I want to start a family someday?”

Minho stood up slowly, stretching his legs that had gone numb from kneeling on the floor for so long, “I’m your family already”, he shot back.

“Yeah, but I want to get married…”, Han continued.

“I can marry you”, Minho cut in.

Han blinked slowly, incredulous, and ignored him, “…have kids…”

“Adoption is always a viable option”, Lee Know cut him off again, earning a sigh from Han, who shook his head in disbelief while drinking his water, “What are you even looking for, anyway?”

Minho glanced at the couch, then back at Jisung, suddenly realizing he’d stopped searching. “My flash drive!” he said, rushing back to the living room and throwing the couch cushions around. 

Han watched, amused, from the kitchen, “That pink flash drive you love so much?” he teased.

“Yes, that one…”, Minho started, only to grunt when he touched something rectangular. He pulled his arm out, frowning when it turned out to be an old Twix package. He tossed it aside and kept searching, “…the one I bought matching for you, which you never use, and that I need for my presentation tomorrow”

Han chuckled, grabbing his keys, “Well, good luck with that. I have a date and I’m already running late”

“You know, it would be much faster if you stayed and helped me, right?”, Minho said as Han walked toward the door. Before leaving, Han leaned his head back inside, “Lee Know hyung, don’t be stubborn for once in your life and use the cloud. Byeee”, he sang, disappearing.

Minho ran to the door, opening it and shouting, “Han-ah! Can I use yours?” but he got no response, Han had probably already taken the elevator.

Frustrated, Minho shut the door and sighed  through his nose, “Well… what’s the harm in using the flash drive he never uses, just this once?”, he thought.

He walked into Han’s room and searched through his desk— filled with drawings, college papers, chocolate wrappers, gum, and everything imaginable. In the middle of all that mess, he found the flash drive identical to his, except for the engraved “H.J” in a beautiful cursive on the cap. He brushed his thumb over the initials and sighed, almost melancholic.

Then he went back to his room to save his presentation.

He made himself some tea while his laptop booted up, humming “love me or leave me” softly in the kitchen. Sitting on the couch, he plugged in the flash drive and opened it to find his file. As he was copying his presentation, he noticed not just one, but several .mp4 files already saved there. Curious, Lee Know clicked on one, expecting it to be some anime episode Han had downloaded to watch offline.

While the video loaded, Minho took a sip of his tea and then— nearly choked. A woman— drawn in anime style, indeed— appeared on the screen, with octopus tentacles shoved deep into places that absolutely should not be occupied by tentacles.

He spat his tea out in a full spray, his laptop almost slipping from his lap and crashing to the floor, “WHAT THE FUCK?!”, he rubbed his eyes, then opened them wide, convinced his vision was betraying him— but no, it wasn’t. There was definitely hentai playing on his screen, whatever kind of genre that was.

With nothing left to lose, Lee Know closed the video, then opened another file— more hentai. Another one—  same thing, except now there were furries. 

For a moment, he was horrified. But it didn’t take long for a slow, crooked smirk to spread across his face— mischievous, villainous, Grinch-like. Maybe, just maybe… he could use this on his advantage.

…

A few days later, Minho was in the kitchen, slicing strips of pork belly for making doenjang-jjigae (fermented soybean paste stew), whistling along to the song playing in the background like nothing in the world could disturb his peace.

That’s when he heard the front door open, followed by Jisung’s voice, “Hyung! I’m home”, he called, kicking off his shoes and walking in, his backpack sliding off one shoulder. Han walked past the kitchen, glancing at the ingredients— zucchini, tofu cubes, onions, chili paste, and the pork belly Minho was cutting carefully.

“Stew?”, he asked.

Minho nodded in confirmation, not stopping the whistling.

Jisung nodded in approval, “I’m gonna take a quick shower. Let me know when dinner’s ready?”, he said, pointing toward the bathroom at the end of the hallway.

“Sure”, Minho replied, still focused on the pork belly.

“Good! Thanks”, Han adjusted his backpack strap and started walking toward his room.

And that’s when it happened— Minho made a sound. A high pitched, very specific sound

“Aaah!”

Han froze mid step, an awkward silence swallowed the whole apartment. 

Slowly— very very slowly— Han turned his head.

Minho was still cutting the pork belly— calm, focused, completely unbothered, whistling along to the music like nothing happened. Like he hadn’t just moaned while cutting pork belly.

Han stared at him, “What the hell was that?!”, he asked, completely perplexed.

Minho looked at him like Han had just pointed at the sky and claimed he saw aliens, “What was what?”

Han squinted, pointing accusingly at him, “That noise!”

“What noise?”, Minho asked, already turning his attention back to the food, not even a hint of a smile on his face.

Han stepped closer to the counter, suspicious, “You just…”, he gasped, “You just made a sound!”

Minho looked at him again, brows slightly furrowed, completely innocent, “No, I didn’t”

“Yes, you did!”

“No, I didn’t”, Minho repeated, deadpan, going back to chopping like the conversation was already over.

Meanwhile Han’s brain was short circuiting because he knew that sound— he heard it at 3am with headphones on. Alone, regretfully.

He pointed at Minho again, “You literally went ‘aaah!’ just like…”, he snapped his mouth shut mid sentence, covering it with his hand.

Minho looked up again, tilting his head this time, “Like what?”

Han dropped his hand, “…Nothing. Like nothing”

Minho nodded, as if that made perfect sense, “Exactly”

“You’re weird”, Han muttered, dragging himself toward his room, his mind still frying.

Only when Minho heard the shower turn on did he allow himself to smile wickedly— the fun was just getting started.

…

A few days later, Lee Know asked Han out to grab some street food or something, because he was too tired to cook. And surprisingly, he was paying. Of course, Jisung accepted immediately. Ever since the other incident, he had developed trauma regarding Minho cooking. 

Besides, it sounded like a harmless invitation— except that it wasn’t. Cause Minho took him out to eat octopus.

FREAKING OCTOPUS.

Yes, those sea creatures with DAMN TENTACLES.

Han nearly fainted the second they stopped in front of a takoyaki stand.

Lee Know, meanwhile, acted completely oblivious to the meaning behind all this, sitting calmly on a red plastic stool while blowing on a takoyaki that was still too hot to eat, “Eat before it gets cold”, he said like an impatient father.

Han stared at the takoyaki between his chopsticks like it had personally ruined his life, “Minho hyung…”, Minho hummed, mouth full of food, “…why octopus?”, Han whined miserably, like the takoyaki had stolen his favorite hot wheels as a child and he had never emotionally recovered from it.

Minho slowly lifted his eyes, that irritatingly serious expression never leaving his face, “Why not octopus?”

Jisung immediately started sweating, “Because…”, he gulped, trying to think of a reasonable excuse, “…because there are other foods in the world?”

“But you like octopus, don’t you?”, Minho asked casually before taking another bite.

Han turned so red he looked like he had chugged an entire barrel of beer by himself. 

The worst part was that Minho wasn’t laughing, or smiling, or even blinking. He was acting completely natural, like psychologically tormenting his roommate had simply become one of his favorite hobbies.

“I hate you”,  Han muttered, aggressively biting the takoyaki.

Minho watched him chew for a few seconds before murmuring under his breath, “…you know, I never realized how easy you are to tease”

Han almost choked, “I am not easy to tease!”

“Really?”, Minho smirked, putting his chopsticks down for a second, “Then why do you react like I know a secret?”

“There’s nothing to hide”, Jisung said quickly before shoving the takoyaki in his mouth, avoiding eye contact the whole time

....

A week later, Minho was sprawled across the couch scrolling through costume ideas on his phone while Han sat on the floor nearby pretending to study. Pretending. Because in reality, he was still psychologically recovering from the takoyaki incident.

The apartment was quiet except for the occasional sound of Han typing something on his laptop, and then Lee Know asked, “Do you think I’d look good in cat ears?”

Minho didn’t even look up from his phone to install chaos into Jisung’s life. He simply asked it completely out of nowhere.

Han’s soul immediately left his body, “What…?”he asked, flabbergasted, slowly turning toward the older man.

Minho finally lifted his eyes toward him, completely calm, “Cat ears”, he repeated, “For Seungmin’s costume party”

Han blinked repeatedly, “Oh”, then he paused, relief kicking in, “…riiiight”

Lee Know tilted his head slightly, as if he genuinely didn’t understand the psychological damage he was causing— except he did

“So?”

Han stared at him suspiciously cause there was absolutely no way this man was being for real, “why cat ears specifically?”, he asked carefully.

Minho shrugged lazily, “I don’t know. Maybe because I have three cats and I’m basically a cat myself”, he answered sarcastically, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Han narrowed his eyes suspiciously

And then Lee Know added, “Maybe a tail would work too”, he said absentmindedly.

Han stood up so abruptly his notebook slid off his lap and smacked loudly against the floor.

Minho slowly looked up, “Are you okay…?”

“No!”

“What happened?”

Han pointed at him accusingly, “You happened!”

Minho blinked once, confused, or at least pretending extremely well to be,  “But seriously, I’d look good, right?”

“GOOD. NIGHT”, Jisung said before spinning on his heels to leave

“It’s six thirty pm”, but Han ignored his roommate. In fact, he was already halfway down the hallway.

“GOODNIGHT!”, he yelled from the corridor.

Leaving Minho alone and very proud about his own mischief 

…

For the next few days, Minho strangely stopped. No octopus comments, no weirdly specific sounds, no cat tails— nothing.

He went back to normal so suddenly that Han almost started believing maybe he imagined the entire thing. Maybe Minho really was just weird and the takoyaki thing was a coincidence and…

“Jisung-ah, I’m leaving”, Minho called him while putting on his shoes near the front door.

Han looked up from the couch, “Where are you going?”

“Gym”

Han snorted,  “Gotta look good for the boys, huh?”

Minho smirked slightly, “Don’t wait up”, and then he left.

Han waited exactly three minutes before mirroring his laptop screen to the tv. He scrolled through videos lazily, looking for something different, something final, the last corner of the internet he hadn’t rotted his brain with yet.

“This is the last one”, he muttered to himself. A lie, obviously.

He clicked on a thumbnail— something colorful and psychedelic involving gnomes, farries, glowing mushrooms and questionable fantasy anatomy.

Han sighed dramatically as the video started playing, “Why is the plot actually good…”

But then, somehow, while the weird fantasy story played in the background, his mind started wandering elsewhere— to Minho. To the image of him sweaty at the gym, muscles flexing under the black compression shirt. He grunting quietly between sets, his hair pushed back, veins in his forearms showing while lifting weights.

That was his first mistake.

Han swallowed hard, “Shit…”, without thinking twice, he let his head fall back against the couch cushions, eyes shutting as his hand slowly slipped past the waistband of his sweatpants. Then lower, under the elastic of his Calvin Kleins, allowing himself to get too comfortable

And that… that was his second mistake.

Because by the time the apartment door quietly opened again— he didn’t hear it.

Minho stepped inside muttering to himself about forgetting his water bottle.

Then he was caught by the sight of the bright reflection of animated figures doing deeply questionable things together reflecting directly across Han’s glasses.

Minho slowly looked from the tv screen to Han, whose elbow was buried suspiciously deep inside his sweatpants. Then he looked back to the screen again while Han was there, completely unaware, sinking deeper into the couch cushions, a soft whine accidentally slipping from his lips.

And then, like the universe was his number one hater, Jisung let Minho’s name roll quietly off his tongue.

Minho blinked once, completely caught off guard then couldn’t help himself anymore, “Wow!”

Han’s entire body jolted so violently he almost fell off the couch.

Their eyes met in a horrible, horrible silence.

Han looked at Minho, who slowly raised the water bottle in his hand, “Forgot this…”

Jisung never wanted anything more than he wanted a demogorgon to drop from the ceiling and swallowed him, “HYUNG, I… I SWEAR I…”, but there was no explanation for this. Nothing besides the obvious truth.

Minho calmly walked further into the apartment, and to Han’s absolute panic— sat down beside him. Close enough for their shoulders to touch.

Han immediately slammed the laptop shut, too late of course, Minho already knew everything, “You really do like weird stuff, huh?”, Minho murmured thoughtfully.

“Please kill me”, Han said, voice tone in pure shame

But Lee Know just leaned back comfortably against the couch like this was the most normal interaction in the world, “Jisung”, he said calmly.

The younger one was already thinking where he could live from now on, cause obviously he’d have to move, when Minho finally said, “Show me what you like”

Han stared at Minho, shock and disbelief washing all over his face. He knew Minho was sassy by nature, but this... this was a new level of boldness. His mind raced, thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and excitement cause he knew he should say no, that he should put a stop to this right now. But he also knew that he wanted this, wanted to share this part of him with his hyung, in a way that both thrilled and terrified him.

And Lee Know? He just waited, his expression calm, his body language open and inviting. Han took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest and then, with a courage he didn’t know where it came from, he nodded, “Okay”.

With shaky hands, he reached for the laptop,slowly reopening it. The screen flickered back to life as Han navigated to a different video, one he had kept hidden even from himself until now— yes, the yaoi one.

Soon enough, the room filled with the familiar sounds of anime characters voices, the volume low. Han turned to Minho, silently questioning him with his eyes. Minho nodded, a small, encouraging smile on his lips.

The following scene unfolded on the screen, a tale of love and longing between two men, their bond deepening with each passing scene. Han kept his eyes on the screen, but he could feel Minho shifting slightly, turning more towards him. Their shoulders touched, a subtle connection that sent a jolt through Han's system. He risked a glance at Minho, finding him invested in the video. Suddenly, he felt a sense of relief wash over him, his initial panic all gone by now. He was sharing this with Minho, a part of himself he had never shown anyone before and that made him feel seen, understood and accepted in a way he never had before.

As the scene on the screen grew more intense, Minho's heart began to pound in his chest. He had expected to feel awkward, maybe even uncomfortable, but he hadn't expected this. He hadn't expected to feel... turned on. Suddenly, Minho started to sweat. His breathing grew heavier, and he could feel the blood rushing down to his pelvis. He cleared his throat, crossing his legs, searching for some kind of relief.

From the corner of his eye, Han watched him with those big, doe eyes fixed on the older man, who was very clearly getting turned on. Jisung felt his heart pick up speed, lips parting as he tried to breathe properly, “Minho, hyung…”, he whispered, his voice as soft as cotton candy. Minho only hummed in response, not daring to look at him, “Are you enjoying this?”

Lee Know blinked, finally tearing his eyes away from the screen, “I…”

He could feel the tips of his ears burning, because suddenly, it hit him— he was sitting on his best friend’s side, the person he had been hopelessly in love with since the very first time he laid his eyes on those stupidly cute cheeks— watching gay hentai together. And worse— he was enjoying it.

He was getting hard and all he wanted was to kiss Jisung. To have him help relieve the pressure building between his legs, to watch Han take him all the way until… No, he couldn’t. He refused to lose Jisung forever over one reckless mistake. Over being too greedy and giving in to his darkest desires.

Panic hit him all at once. Minho stood up from the couch, his gaze everywhere but in Jisung, doing his best to hide his erection, “I… I need to go”

That made Han pause the video, “Lee Know hyung?”, he called, but the older one ignored him, desperate to get out of that room as fast as possible, “Lee Know hyung, what’s wrong?”, he tried again, but Minho was already at his bedroom door, ready to crawl under his bed and never come out again.

The moment his hand touched the doorknob, another hand covered his. Minho looked down at it, tears already burning in his eyes, “Jisung-ah…”, he murmured, his voice breaking the second he tried to speak, “Lemme go…”

“No”, Han said calmly, “Talk to me”

Minho squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head, “No… I can’t…”

“Why not?”, Han pressed, but Minho wasn’t having it. He yanked his hand free in a single, brutal motion, ready to finally escape that suffocating cage. In response, Han shoved him back, pinning him against the door. Their faces were inches apart, both breathing heavily, “Talk to me. What’s going on?”, he insisted.

Minho let out a bitter chuckle, “You wanna know what’s going on with me?! Fine, I’ll tell you what’s going on!”, his voice trembled, “I’m sitting here, turned on, next to you. With you turned on too!”

Han frowned, confused, “So?”, he let out a small laugh, “It’s porn. What did you expect?”

“The problem is that I love you, Jisung”, Minho said, finally letting the tears roll down his face, “I love you, and you just ignore it, make fun of me! You play with my feelings like that won’t completely mess me up!”, he sniffed, voice shaking, “And I can’t do anything about it. I just have to sit there and watch you go on date after date and do nothing”. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand, “So yeah. That’s what’s going on with me. Happy now?”

Jisung stood there, lips parted, stunned, unable to say a single word.

Minho sniffed again, “Can you at least say something?” he let out a weak, humorless laugh, “So I don’t feel completely stupid”

The younger one slowly raised his hand, bringing it to Minho’s face, gently wiping away his tears, “Minho…” he whispered, “What makes you think I’d never want you?”

Lee Know looked at Jisung, blinking continuously as he studied his face— Han’s brows were frowned together, a sign he was being serious about it

Are you stupid or what? Minho wondered, because there was no way Han didn't realize the obvious.

“Besides the fact that you’ve turned down every single one of my advances”, he said, annoyed just to think about it, “because I’m a man. And you’re a man too”, he said it like Han had just asked him if the sky was blue.

Suddenly, Jisung’s chin started to tremble. His cheeks puffed and then— he burst out laughing.

Minho frowned immediately, completely lost, “What?” he snapped, already annoyed by being left out of the joke.

“Lee Know hyung’, Han started, his laughter slowly dying, “do you really think all those dates were with women?”

For a moment, the ground seemed to disappear under Minho’s feet— there was no way. No way Jisung had been going out with men this whole time.

I mean— sure, he had the whole twink vibe going on— but Minho was proud of himself for being able to spot a guy who liked guys from miles away, and somehow… Jisung had never set off his radar.

“You… weren’t going out with women?”, Minho asked, completely thrown off.

Han chuckled, clearly amused, “Nah. I gave up on that a long time ago”

Minho’s jaw dropped slightly, “So you… don’t like women?”

“I do”, Han said, “They don’t like me. They always think I’m weird, clingy, awkward, too soft… gay…”, he trailed off, visibly embarrassed hearing himself say it out loud, “Anyway, guys love a babygirl coded twink”, he added, suddenly a lot more proud.

Minho, on the other hand, was not proud at all. If anything, he looked furious. Han could tell from the way Minho exhaled sharply through his nose, jaw clenched, a vein pulsing at his temple.

“Lee Know… are you okay?”

No answer. Instead, Minho grabbed Han by the hips and flipped their positions, caging him against the door, “So you’re telling me you’re bi?” he demanded, the words coming out heated, almost like he was spitting fire.

“Hum… yeah?” Han admitted quietly, a little startled by his roommate’s reaction.

Minho slammed his hand against the door, the sound cracking through the room, “Fuck…” he cursed under his breath, frustrated, “Then why did you always act like my advances were the most disgusting thing in the world, huh?”

He pressed his hips forward, pulling a small whine out of Han, “Minho…”, he pleaded. Or maybe begged. Probably both.

“Answer me”, Lee Know pushed, pressing harder against the bulge in Han’s sweatpants.

“Because…”, he gulped, “...because I was scared”, Han admitted, voice trembling, “Because with you, I knew it would be real, and I… I’d probably ruin everything anyway, so…”

That made Minho pause.

Jisung really was an idiot.

How could he even think there was a version of reality where he could do something that would make Minho stop loving him?

No— that was absurd. Impossible.

Minho let out a disbelieving chuckle, “Han Jisung,” he said, shaking his head, “you’re an idiot.”

Han lowered his head, “I know”

“And I love that”, Lee Know said, pulling Han’s attention back to him.

“You do?”, Jisung asked, like everyone else was in on some joke except him.

Minho smiled softly, his eyes practically overflowing with affection. Anyone looking at him would’ve known immediately— he was completely in love.

“Yeah”, he nodded, “You’re an idiot, but you’re my idiot”

Han smiled helplessly. Nobody made his heart twist around itself the way his Lee Know hyung did, “Yeah”, he admitted quietly, “I am”

Their eyes met.

Han’s hands slowly slid up Minho’s arms before linking behind his neck. Minho swallowed nervously, but the moment Han pulled him closer, he didn’t hesitate. He leaned in until their lips met in a soft, slow kiss.

Minho’s hands found Han’s narrow waist immediately, gripping firmly as he pulled him impossibly closer, deepening the kiss. Their breathing grew shorter, heavier, filling the room alongside the quiet little sounds Han made against Minho’s lips— sounds Minho swallowed greedily, mixing them with the low grunts dying in his own throat.

Jisung pulled away just enough to catch his breath. For a second, they stayed there chest to chest, breathing hard, eyes fixed on each other’s lips.

“Hey…”, Han murmured softly. Minho hummed in response, still dazed, “Give me more…”

That was enough to make Minho smirk wickedly, “Give me more… who?”, he teased.

Han instantly turned red, rolling his eyes, “Seriously? Daddy kink?”

Minho’s grin only widened, “Nope…”, he paused, letting Han study his face in confusion before finishing, “…sir”

Jisung laughed breathlessly, “Pervert”. Then he shook his head, blush creeping all the way down his neck, “Please give me more… sir”

That was all Minho needed. He crashed their lips together again, this time hungrier, grabbing the backs of Han’s thighs as he pulled him closer without ever breaking the kiss. Their tongues tangled together now, messy and desperate, while Jisung wrapped his legs around Minho’s waist, completely melting into him.

It didn't take long for Han's hips to start grinding against Lee Know's. Smirking midkiss, Minho tightened his grip on Han's thighs, earning a soft moan in response. Without thinking twice, he opened the door to his room with one hand, carrying Jisung inside and letting the door slam shut behind them.

In the room, he gently placed his roommate on the bed and knelt between his legs. They broke apart, panting, looking at each other with eyes full of lust, but not just that— there was also affection, respect. Jisung gulped, nodding slightly, giving Minho the green sign.

Slowly, Lee Know brought his hands to the hem of Han's tshirt, lifting it up slowly. Han, with a shaky sigh, raised his arms, allowing Lee Know to take off his shirt. Minho's eyes traveled over Jisung's body, appreciating every curve, every defined muscle, and the lines of his tattoos that adorned his skin like a work of art— the work of art that he was.

"You're beautiful, Jisung”, Lee Know murmured, bringing his lips to Han's ear, his breath warm, tickling Han's skin. He began to kiss Jisung's neck, moving down to his shoulders and chest, while his hands explored Han's body, feeling every detail.

Han, in turn, moaned softly, feeling his whole body tingle with Lee Know's touch. He ran his hands through Minho's hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Lee Know smiled against Han's lips, savoring the moment— this, was a dream come true.

"I want you, hyung”, Han whispered, looking inside Minho's eyes. Lee Know just smiled, starting to untie the strings of Han's sweatpants, slowly, not rushing. Han took a deep breath, feeling his heart race with the anticipation.

When Lee Know finally took off Han's sweatpants, leaving him in just his CK boxers, he backed away for a moment, just to admire his body, eating him up with his eyes, before moving in again, kissing him even more intensely. Jisung could feel Minho's erection through his pants, pressing against his leg, making him even harder.

"I want you too, Sungie”, Lee Know murmured, standing up and starting to untie the string of his gym shorts. Han smiled, helping him out, leaving him in just his boxers as well. Then, to Han's surprise, Lee Know knelt down again, and began to kiss Han's abdomen, moving lower and lower, until he reached the boxers.

Minho looked up, grinning mischievously, and pulled down Han's underwear, revealing his erection. He began to kiss Han's member, slowly, savoring every moment, while Jisung moaned loudly, feeling his whole body enter a state of ecstasy. Especially because Lee Know wrapped his mouth around Han's member, feeling it pulse with desire. Han arched his back, feeling intense pleasure course through his body, his hands clutching for something to hold onto.

"Hyung, I can't hold on much longer", Han gasped, pulling at Lee Know's hair.

Lee Know smiled, looking at Han with desire, letting go of Han with a wet pop sound, "Don't worry, I have plans for you”, he murmured, standing up and pushing Han on the bed. He supported himself on his elbows, breathing heavily, as Lee Know grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer before coating his member with it.

Then he spread Jisung's knees, positioning himself between them, "No condom?", the youngest teased, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

And of course, Minho responded with a wide, mischievous smirk, "For you", he pushed Han's shoulders down, making him lie back, and positioned himself on top of him, whispering in the youngest's ear, "It's raw”

Jisung didn't know what made him shiver more— Minho's words, the tone, and dominant posture, or his member, slick with lube and precome, teasing his entrance.

Lee Know began to slowly penetrate Han, feeling him adjust to his size. Han moaned loudly, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure. Lee Know paused for a moment, allowing Han to get used to the sensation, before starting to move again. He began to move faster and faster, feeling Han's body contract around his member. Jisung ran his hands down Minho's back, pulling him closer, as he arched his back, feeling the pleasure grow more and more with each movement. Then, he grabbed Han's wrists and pinned them above his head, showing his dominance over Jisung, "Keep your hands there", he commanded, his voice in a low tone that sent shivers down Han's spine. Han nodded, his eyes wide with a mix of excitement and apprehension, his babygirl tendencies coming to the surface, “Y- yes, sir”.

Minho smirked as he continued to move, hips snapping forward, filling Han completely with each thrust. Jisung moaned, his body shaking beneath Minho, clenching around him, begging for more, "Minho, please”, Jisung whimpered, his voice barely audible.

Lee Know chuckled, satisfied with Han’s reaction, "Please what, babyboy? Tell me what you want”

Han bit his lip, hesitating for a moment before finally blurting it out, "More, I want more. I want you to fuck me harder"

The older one’s smirk widened, loving Han's honesty, loving how much power he held over him. He released Han's wrists, instead grabbing his hips with a firm grip. He began to pound into Han, his thrusts powerful and precise, just like Han asked. Han's moans filled the room, his body arching off the bed cause of the pleasure.

Minho could feel Han's body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps. He knew Han was close. He reached between them, wrapping his hand around Jisung’s leaking cock and stroked it in perfect timing with his thrusts, pushing Han closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me”, Minho grunted, voice heavy with desire, "I bet you look so pretty when you come", then he leaned down, capturing Jisung's lips in a messy, sloppy kiss, their tongues dancing inside each other's mouths as Lee Know continued to turn Han inside out. Jisung's hands found their way to Lee Know's hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

Then Han let out a cry, his body convulsing as he came undone. Minho felt Han squeezing around him, milking him completely. He let out a low, final groan as his own release followed soon after, filling Han with his cum.

Minho collapsed on top of his roommate, their bodies slick with sweat, breaths shallow. He rolled to his side, pulling Han with him, their legs entwined. He pressed a soft kiss to Han's forehead, his dominant side fading away, tenderness taking its place

“You know what”, Lee Know started, and Han hummed in response, still hazy and completely intoxicated on him, “If I knew this was going to be the outcome, I would’ve skipped all the teasing and just told you I knew about the hentai from the start”

Jisung immediately lifted his head from Minho’s chest, deeply offended, “YOU KNEW?! I THOUGHT I WAS ACTUALLY GOING PARANOID!”

Minho burst out laughing, completely amused by Han’s innocence, “Of course I knew”, he admitted shamelessly, “I saw it on your flash drive weeks ago”

Han opened his mouth to argue, but before he could, Minho simply pulled him back to his chest again, “Come here, you little brat”, he murmured, wrapping his arms around him, “From now on, no more hentai. We’re doing things the old fashioned way if you know what I mean”

Jisung rolled his eyes dramatically, but a stupid smile never left his lips, “You know, Minho hyung…”, he muttered, tracing small circles on Minho’s stomach, “…you really should start using cloud”

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This time it was some random stay in some random fancall that got edited and taken out of context, and the instagram algorithm delivered it to you firsthand. But you didn't care about the context, what mattered was what your eyes were seeing, and they were seeing a Lee Minho all giggly and invested in a conversation with a very pretty girl— and you were seeing it very clearly. 

He was used to your jealousy outbursts at this point, they were more frequent than he'd like them to be, and lately, it seemed to have gotten worse. But every time, there he was, trying to prove— and failing— to you that it was just fanservice, that he didn't even remember the name of that fan, that only you mattered. And he wouldn't mind repeating those words a thousand times if he had to. Because it was impossible to walk away from you, even when you were crazy— he loved you unconditionally.

But now— he was really mad. Furious, even. Not because you had just accused him, or thrown something at him, or left, or ignored all his attempts at contact. No, this time, you'd crossed a line. He was at the gym when it happened.

 It was already past midnight when he left your apartment, claiming he needed to clear his head, that the argument had been too much for him. You begged him not to go, but Minho didn't listen. Pacing around your living room, your eyes fell on the old baseball bat signed by Aaron Judge, a gift from your best friend Kim Seungmin after returning from a Yankees game in the US. Biting your lower lip, you tried to push the thought aside, tried to compose yourself, maybe crying under a cold shower would calm you down. 

But nothing worked. Watching Smallville? No effect. Listening to VOILÀ? It only made you angrier. Drinking chocomilk? It only made you miss him more, "Well, I tried", you lied to yourself. And then, you did the only thing a girl could do in your situation, you decided to go to the gym with your faithful sidekick— a baseball bat in the back seat.

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The underground parking lot of the gym was nearly empty, save for a few cars and your boyfriend's black Mercedes-Benz sedan, "These people must be sleepwalkers", you muttered to yourself as you parked your car, "Or they have a crazy girlfriend like me", you couldn’t help but think. Then, you killed the engine, unbuckled your seatbelt, and stepped out, carrying the baseball bat with you. 

You tried to turn back a few times on the way, but your anger made your foot press down harder on the accelerator. You approached the Mercedes, dragging the bat along behind you. Your hand clenched around the emblem on the hood, yanking it off. 

You inspected it, the light reflecting on the metallic piece, allowing you to see a smudge on its surface— your mascara was all smeared down your face, making you look like you'd been left at the altar, "Ran off to marry someone else, I bet”, you thought. Gripping the metal object in your fist, you didn't think twice before tossing it into the air. Then, you prepared to smash it against the car window. Lifting the bat to your shoulder, bending your knees slightly, you swung— at nothing. The Mercedes emblem clinked against the ground instead, and you stood there, watching, "Great. Humiliated again", then you kicked it away, "Useless"

Then your eyes met your reflection in the driver's window. You took a deep breath, questioning if this was truly necessary. And you realized that if Lee Know hadn't left you talking to yourself at home, none of this would be happening, so yes, it was all his fault. You bent your knees again, twisted your body slightly to the side, squeezed your eyes shut, and swung, this time hitting right in the center of the glass. The sound rang in your ears. 

When you opened your eyes, there was glass scattered on the floor, your hands were shaking, your breath was short and heavy, and you felt— fantastic. Yes, incredible, invincible, even. Letting the anger out was a better release than a bench press could ever be.

Leaning on the front wheel, you climbed on the hood, smashing the windshield once— a spider web of broken glass formed— and then twice, and three, four times, until a hole opened up. Then you hit the rearview mirror, battering it until it hung loose, "You want to be giggling at her, don’t you?!", you asked as if Lee Know was there, "You'll be giggling at this now. What about that, huh?!". Moving further up, you decided to explore the body of the car now, attacking the roof and the antenna of the car without mercy, and finally, the hood, crushing the metal recklessly. Finally, your strikes stopped, and you took a minute to appreciate your masterpiece. Before sitting on the dented hood, out of breath— smashing a real car could be really tiring

It didn't take long for Minho to find the scene— his Mercedes completely destroyed, the ground littered with glass, and you sitting there— legs swinging like a child having a pleasant day in the garden, with a baseball bat in your hands. He felt dizzy, barely able to breathe, "W-what…", he paused, denial hitting him hard, "Yn! What did you do…?!"

You turned to him, the semblance of serenity, completely the opposite of the woman he had left at home, "Hi, babe!", you exclaimed, jumping off the hood and throwing your arms around his neck. But Minho didn't react, he just stood there staring at the mess you made, trying to process the whole situation, "I'm feeling much better," you continued, acting like you were innocent, "They say that sharing your  frustrations is good for you. So I shared with the car and now I'm feelingmuch better”but he didn't say anything.

You pulled your face back to look at him, “Minho?”, you could see the anger building on his face. In an instant, he went from pale to red, and you knew something bad was about to happen. 

With a sharp movement, he removed your arms from around his neck and took a step back, afraid to know what he would do if he lost his head, "You shared with my car?!", he growled.

Regretful, you shrank back, nodding lightly, “Babe, don’t be mad at me… it wasn’t on purpose"

He laughed, bitter, incredulous that you were still trying to come out of this as innocent, “Oh, it was an accident! Of course! Cause Yn would never do that", he said, sarcasm heavy on his words. But you didn’t say anything, you didn't have courage. He approached you, pressing your body against the driver’s door, “Cause she isn’t CRAZY!”, he finally shouted, his hot breath against your face.

 “Minho…”, you tried, but he didn’t let you

“Cause she isn't completely insane!”, you could only close your eyes, and accept the scolding, “Right?”, he asked

“I’m so sorry, babe…”, you said, voice shaking

Your boyfriend took a step back, laughing, humorlessly, "Oh, you feel bad now?!", he repeated, laughing manically, "Like feeling bad will...", he kicked the front wheel, "...fix…”, he kicked it again, “... the mess...", and again, "...you made", he finally stopped, his chest coming up and down fast

You opened your eyes, shivering, "Minho, stop... you're scaring me. I just... overreacted a little bit"

He opened his mouth to yell at you again, but then he paused, letting the air out sharply through his nose, his jaw clenched tight,, and when his eyes met yours, "That's it. We're done", he said, dryly.

Your eyes filled with tears immediately, a lump formed in your throat, and you thought you'd suffocate, "No. No, we're not. You can't break up with me over... over a silly fight”, you watched him, waiting for  a reaction, but he stood still, giving you nothing. Then you decided to move closer, wrapping your arms around his neck again, "come on... don't do this to me, I love you"

He let the air out again and rolled his eyes, his voice calmer now, "Yn... you've gone too far this time"

So you decided to play your last card— the one you always used when you wanted to change his mind. The one that forced him to work out his anger— yeah, the sex card. Sliding one hand down his chest, then abdomen you cupped his through his pants, rubbing lightly but with enough pressure to make Minho gulp.

“Yn…”, he whispered, breathless, “we can’t keep solving everything with sex…”

You smirked, cause you both knew that was exactly what was going to happen again,"If you don't want it, then stop me. You're strong enough to throw me to the other side of this parking lot if you really wanted to”, you whispered, now squeezing his length. Minho gasped, closing his eyes, allowing himself to indulge in what he knew shouldn’t do.

"Fuck", he cursed in his mind, you were such a tease, he couldn't resist. Suddenly, Minho grabbed your hips and pressed you against the car, then turned you, bending you over the Mercedes’ hood.

He looked down at you, his eyes dark with a mix of anger and desire. "You think you can just destroy my car and I'll just forget about it?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous, "Not a chance. Now you'll get what you deserve, you psycho brat”, his hands traveled up your thighs, bunching the fabric of your dress at your hips, exposing your ass.

You gasped, surprised and excited at the same time, "Minho, what are you doing?", you asked, voice breathy.

"Giving you what you need", he replied, voice firm, "But not the way you think"

He held you down, his hands strong on your back. You could feel his hard on pressing against your ass, even through his clothes. You wiggled, trying to get some friction, some relief from the ache that was building inside you.

He slapped your ass, the sound echoing in the empty parking lot, "Stay still", he commanded

You whimpered, but you did as you were told. You could feel him undoing the tie of his gym shorts, revealing just enough of his cock to fuck you until you saw stars. You felt his warm fingers moving your panties aside, and then you felt him, hard and ready, the leaking tip pressing against your entrance.

He teased you, rubbing himself against you but not entering yet. You moaned, pushing back against him, trying to get Minho to move. But he held firm, his hands gripping your hips, keeping you in place.

"Please, babe…”, you begged, "Please… I need you, Minho...."

He chuckled, and the sound sent a shiver down your spine, "Not yet", he said, his voice calm, "You need to learn patience, pretty girl". You groaned, frustrated and turned on all at once. You loved it when he took control like this. 

Suddenly, he ran a finger along your slit, collecting your wetness. He brought his finger to your clit, circling it, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. You squirmed, trying to get more friction but he kept his touch light, teasing you. It felt like torture, the way he  brought you to the edge of your pleasure but not letting you fall over.

"You're driving me crazy”, you moaned, body tensing with need.

He chuckled, then leaned in, his breath warm on your ear, "This is what being in a relationship with you feels like. It's like standing at the peak of a mountain, the world at the palm of your hands… But then you show up and threaten to push me off the cliff, and all I can do is beg. Beg for you to let me live”, he whispered, his fingers never leaving your clit, sending you shivers of pleasure, "And now, I want you begging too. If I go down, you're coming with me”

He continued to tease you, his fingers moving in slow circles, his other hand holding you down, preventing you from moving. You groaned, your body aching with need. You were so close, so ready. You could feel the pleasure building, the pressure increasing. 

He must have sensed your desperation because he finally, mercifully, decided to stop with the teasing and entered you. But he did so slowly, painfully slow. He slid in inch by inch, his gaze glued on you, watching every reaction of yours. You clenched around him, your body greedy and eager, but he took his time, ignoring your tightness with the focus of a buddhism master. It was torture, pure and simple— for both of you. 

You could feel every inch and every vein of him as he slid in, your body stretching to accommodate him and you needed him to move, to fill you completely, but he was taking his time. And just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he was finally, blessedly, all the way in. You let out a moan of relief and pleasure mixed together, "Minho", you whispered. 

He smiled, more than satisfied to have wrecked you, "Yes, pretty girl?" he asked, then, without his self consent, he let it slip, "Damn, you feel so good”. And then, finally, he began to move, with a feral growl, he started to pound into you, hips snapping forward with a force 

that took your breath away. Each thrust was intense, driving you forward on the hood of the car. His hands held your hips so strong that it would leave bruises. And you felt each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Your soul felt like it was leaving your body, like you were floating, weightless, seeing stars. 

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the parking lot, accompanied by your moans and his grunts. It was raw, primal, and you loved every second of it. You pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, eager for more. You were close, you could feel your orgasm approaching, like a wave ready to crash over you. And when it did, it was unlike anything you'd ever experienced. Your body convulsed, your vision went blank as you let out a scream that echoed through the empty parking lot. 

He continued to pound into you, drawing out your orgasm, making it last longer than you thought it was possible. And when he finally came inside you, his body tensed, his grip on your hips tightening to the point of pain. He collapsed against your back, his breath ragged, his body completely spent. You could feel his heart pounding against your back, his sweat mingling with yours. And in that moment, you knew, without a doubt, that you were his, and he was yours and none of you were going anywhere anytime soon.

After a few minutes, he finally said something, “Yn…”, you hummed in response, “I love you too”, and then, Minho gently kissed your shoulder, “Let’s go home, my love”, he said before pulling out

And right there, still bent over the wrecked Mercedes, you smiled, satisfied— the night couldn't have been better.

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“Hi baby,” Jay says as you sit sideways on his lap. “What’s up.”

“Are you done yet?” you ask.

“Almost,” he kisses your cheek. He’s studying for an exam he has next week. “What were you doing?”

“Nothing,” you groan.

He chuckles. “We can hang out for a bit but then I have to go back to working, okay?”

You smile and peck him on the lips. Then again, and again, and again until your mouths are parting and his tongue is against yours. He adjusts you so that you’re straddling him in his desk chair. His hands warm and comfortable on your waist. He’s never touched you anywhere other than ur head, arms, legs, and waist, and right now you want something more. You take his hand and trail it up to your chest. He smiles into the kiss.

You can tell that he’s surprised and nervous judging from how gentle his hand is on you. But after a few minutes he begins to indulge in this new privilege and softly massaging you as you let out small moans.

You pull away from him. “Do you wanna- go to the bed?” you ask.

“Of course.” he chuckles and carries you to the mattress.

He lays you down gently before climbing on top of you.

You pull him in for another kiss.

He nudges his knee between your thighs and you can’t help but rock your hips against him. He notices and it gives him an instant hard on.

“Jay,” you exhale.

“Mhm?” he asks, peppering kisses down your throat.

“I wanna uhm- do it?” you say unsurely, giggling.

“Really?” he looks at you, wide eyed and you nod. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” you say sheepishly, not making eye contact.

He smirks and goes back to kissing your neck, now with tongue. You feel his hands travel up your sweatshirt (his sweatshirt actually) and you take a deep breath, trying not to whimper from his gentle touch.

His hands move to grope your chest and he pinches your sensitive nipples lightly. You whine and squirm underneath him.

“Do you need something?” he asks and you feel blood rush to your cheeks.

“Yeah,” you say quietly.

“What is it sweetheart?” he kisses your forehead. “Don’t be shy.”

“Touch me please.” you say into his neck, not able to look at him.

“Good girl,” he says before slowly sliding his fingers down down down into your underwear.

You twitch right away.

“Have you never..?” he asks and you blush.

“I have, but I’ve never...finished.” you say sheepishly.

He nods. "Let's change that shall we?"

He kisses your jaw before gently circling your clit. You grip at his forearm and he smirks.

“You’re doing so good.” he coos before kissing you softly.

He pushes your hoodie up and wastes no time to get to kissing your chest, running his tongue over your nipples.

You whimper and grind your hips against his fingers. “More.”

Soon all of your clothes are on his bedroom floor. He pulls away to admire your figure but you can’t help you try to cover up. He doesn’t try to pull your arms away though he just comes up to you and says: “You know how beautiful you are right?”

You turn your head away from him, blushing. “Shut up.”

He chuckles and kisses your shoulder. “Really though, you’re hot as fuck.”

Your eyes widen. No one has ever called you that before. You usually get “cute” or “pretty”, never hot.

He plants kisses from your shoulder to your lower stomach, stopping every now and then to give you a hickey. You’re already gripping at the duvet by the time he gets to your hips. You writhe, not being able to stand the burning between your legs.

“Patience baby,” he kisses your inner thigh. “It’ll feel better if you wait.”

He sucks hickies on your soft flesh and you can literally feel yourself dripping.

“Please,” you beg. “I need it.”

He smirks before opening his mouth, getting nearly all of your cunt on his tongue. Your knees instantly snap around his head but he’s quick to push them back open, keeping you spread and pretty for him.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, your fingers lacing through his black hair. It’s new; not being able to control your pleasure, but at the same time, that’s what made it so good.

He pushes his tongue into you before circling it around your clit. “Fuck, you taste good.” he growls.

Your hips twitch as he works his tongue against you and you whimper.

He pulls away to slowly push a finger into you. You whine and grip at his forearm.

“You okay?” he asks before kissing you, letting you taste yourself. You nod, getting used to the foreign feeling.

“One more.” you say and he graciously obeys.

Your head falls back as he stretches you out.

“So wet.” he whispers while massaging your chest with his free hand. “You’re taking my fingers so well.” he purrs while pushing up on your sweet spot.

He rests the base of his palm against your clit, letting you grind against him.

You start to feel a strange sensation in your stomach. “Fuck,” you moan. “I can’t I can’t.”

“It’s okay baby,” he kisses your cheek. “Just feel it.”

Your grip on his arm tightens as you start to get closer and closer.

“You can do it,” he whispers. “Be good.”

Your legs begin to tremble and before you know it, your orgasm crashes over you like a big, cold, wave. Your eyes close shut and your mouth parts as you whimper softly.

He kisses your cheeks while slowly pumping his fingers into you.

“You did so good,” he says. “How was it?”

“Really good,” you exhale with a giggle. You shut your legs. “I’m embarrassed now~”

“Why?” he chuckles.

You cover your face with your hands. “You just saw me do that.”

“So? I wanted to,” he kisses you softly. “And it was really hot.”

He pulls his fingers out of you and slips them into his mouth. Your eyes widen. He smirks. “You taste too good.”

Good god he’s hot, you think. You kiss him hard. “Fuck me please.”

It only takes seconds for his jeans to be unzipped and his shirt to be on the floor.

He teases your clit with his tip before slowly pushing into you, stopping every couple of seconds to help you adjust.

You don’t struggle much considering how wet and worked up you are.

He kisses your jaw. “Ready?”

“Mhm,” you nod with excitement.

He gives you a sweet kiss before thrusting into you, hitting your g spot every time.

You cling onto his back, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“You’re so wet,” he growls. “I never knew that my sweet girl would want to be ruined like this.”

You shy away from him but he holds your face.

“Don’t be shy sweetheart.”

You nuzzle into his neck. “Harder.”

He smirks before grabbing the headboard and pounding into you. You let out a loud whine and it’s music to his ears.

“Look how good you take it.” he caresses your hair. “My precious baby.”

“You feel so good.” you whimper. “How does it feel so good?”

He chuckles lightly, amused by your confusion.

“Maybe it’s because we’re meant for eachother.” he says and you giggle.

You wonder if anyone else knows how sweet he is. His heart must be made of honey.

You mewl under him, grabbing onto everything you can reach out of desperation.

“Touch yourself.” he says and your eyes go wide. “You heard me, I wanna watch you.”

You shyly trail your fingers down to your clit. He places his hand on top of yours for a moment to get it moving.

You moan as the feeling of his cock inside of you and your fingers on your clit begin to combine.

“Oh my god don’t stop,” you beg as he grinds his hips into yours.

He wouldn’t even dream of stopping. The way your eyebrows are furrowing, your mouth is parting, and your smooth skin under his hands is enough to drive him insane. He’s basically drunk on you. He could do this all day.

“I love you.” you whisper and he kisses your jaw.

“I love you too sweetheart.”

He continues to ruthlessly snap his hips against yours.

“Such good pussy,” he says to himself.

“Jay,” you whisper, barely being able to speak. Your legs are trembling and your hips are starting to twist.

“Cum for me baby,” he encourages you. “Make me proud.”

He watches as you come undone. Your eyes rolling back, your back arching, all of it. It’s enough to send him over the edge.

He groans into your neck as your cunt pulses around him. You hold onto him tight, still in shock from the orgasm he gave you.

He kisses your collarbone and rubs your waist. “Good girl.” he says before kissing your forehead.

He pulls out and quickly rushes to get a towel to clean you up.

Comfortable silence wafts by as he does so.

“What am I supposed to say now?” you joke and he laughs.

“Usually you just say ‘you were so good’ or something like that.”

You frown. “I don’t wanna be reminded that you’ve had sex with other people before.”

“Why? Does it make you jealous?” he teases.

“A little.” you roll your eyes.

“Okay this will be my first time from now on.” he says and you giggle.

“We just lost our virginities dude.”

Winter:

The cure- Hyunjin

In an effort to get rid of your seasonal depression, you and your best friend escape to a winter cabin in Bariloche. But after rolling down a mountain and being rescued by a tall, handsome stranger, you start to wonder if maybe you weren't looking for the wrong cure at the right place

Spring:

Seonghwa– River of healing

Seonghwa already knows your favorite flower— purple hyacinths. He also knows you’ve closed the door to love. But quietly, he still believes your heart can feel something again. One day, he offers you hope as he proposes three dates to show you that love is still worth it.

Summer:

Felix- Time after time

After years away, a big event brings you back to your hometown. And with it, it brings him— Lee Felix, your childhood love. You both had grown and are different but somehow he is still him. Life has taken you far but as old memories resurface and new sparks begin to flicker, you realize that maybe love didn’t end, maybe it just paused.

Autumn:

Yunho– Decode