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"You think this is a game?"
Jisung's voice is low, barely above a whisper, but it hums with heat-anger, maybe something else.
Minho leans against the wall, unbothered. "Isn't that your whole thing? Playing games?"
Jisung steps closer. His smile doesn't reach his eyes.
"Be careful," he says. "You might win the leaderboard. But you don't know what you're really playing with."
Minho swallows. He's not so sure anymore.
or :
Minho has two rules: keep your head down, and always win. So when a rising streamer named Jisung starts climbing the Bed Wars leaderboard, Minho doesn't just notice-he makes it personal.
But things spiral fast after a visit to his friend Felix's apartment leads Minho into the wrong room, the wrong drawer... and a secret Jisung never meant anyone to see.
One anonymous tweet. One storm of DMs. One twisted rivalry built on blurred screenshots and blurred lines.
Minho didn't mean to start a fire. But now he's caught in it-and Jisung is the only one who knows how to burn him just right.