Jisung is a popular streamer. Minho is his biggest fan. What could possibly go wrong? Han Jisung-better known as j.one to his thousands of Twitch followers-spends his days gaming, screaming at Overwatch teammates, and making his chat lose their minds. He's used to being the one flustering his audience with dumb jokes and chaotic energy. Then there's t.leeknowsaurus. A longtime viewer, a trusted mod, and the one person who somehow manages to fluster Jisung right back. Lee Minho has been a fan of j.one for years. But when a simple birthday donation turns into a full-blown Instagram follow, he suddenly finds himself way closer to his favorite streamer than he ever expected. And when Jisung starts flirting back? Yeah. Minho's done for. What starts as playful banter over text soon spirals into a full-blown mess of thirst traps, embarrassing streams, and accidental feelings. But there's one tiny problem- Minho might be bold as hell online, but in real life? He's a blushing, stammering disaster. And now, Jisung wants to meet. A chaotic, slow-burn, streamer romance full of flustered confessions, questionable Overwatch plays, and one very unfortunate drinking stream. #8 on MINSUNG 27 | 03 | 25 #3 on changbin 31 | 03 | 25 FEATURED ON OFFICIAL WATTPAD KPOP FANFICTION PLAYLIST!!!!!!! 20 | 04 | 26

"Pull the trigger, Detective. Months and months of playing with your head, this will be where you snap." The voice was smooth, edges coiled in the same cold stoicism it had carried since day one. Chan exhaled shakily, swallowing hard enough that his throat burned. "I can't do it." The words rushed out too fast, jaw ticking as his arm stayed locked in place. Minho's smirk curved, slow and delicious. "I have done nothing to you in order for you to not be able to shoot me." Ghost stepped forward, deliberately pressing his chest against the barrel of the gun, rainwater trailing down strands of blonde hair. "I am not the reason you have lost your head, Chris." Chan shoved the gun harder into his chest, breath stuttering. Don't listen to him. Don't listen to him. Don't fucking listen to him. After all this time, he had been too stupid. "You could kill me if you want," Minho continued calmly, "But we both know that you are too attached to me to go through with it. Your mind is mine. You'll think of me even after I am dead. I curated you into this corruption. I will be the mistake you never stop making. The thought you will not be able to control." His eyes gleamed, rain mixing with something darker. "Ironic, isn't it?" he murmured. "That your mind ended up belonging a serial killer. When you are a figure of jurisdiction." He leaned closer, voice dropping to a whisper. "And the cruelest part?" "Is that it is not just your mind that I own, it is your heart too."