Fics like What Played Out On Stage Was Only Half the Story

“Lee Minho,” Jisung calls out, rounding the corner into the bedroom. His voice cuts through the still air, low and edged. “What the fuck was that shit you pulled tonight?” Minho doesn’t startle. He never does. The air feels charged as Jisung’s voice echoes in the room, but Minho absorbs it all with that maddening calm, wearing feigned innocence like a tailored suit—perfectly fitted and impossible to slip past. “Jagi?” He draws out the word like he’s genuinely perplexed—almost convincingly. “What are you talking about?” Jisung scoffs, rolling his eyes hard enough to sting. His hands work at the zipper of his jacket, jerking it open before shrugging it off and flinging it onto the nearest chair. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, Minho.” Minho stretches lazily, his arms reaching high over his head, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal the flat line of his stomach. “Oh, you mean that hug?” Minho tilts his head, voice light, almost airy. “I dunno. I thought the fans loved it.” ----- A bold move on stage sets the stakes, but behind closed doors, the game truly begins. Jisung won’t back down, and Minho isn’t one to play fair. (Based on the 'BackHug' at dominATE Hong Kong)

Fics like What Played Out On Stage Was Only Half the Story

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