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Jisung tugged the shirt free, already pressing it to his nose before his brain caught up.
And froze.
Because it wasn’t caramel.
It wasn’t Chan.
It was mint.
Not sharp, antiseptic mint - the kind he usually hated. Softer. Fresher. Like mint tea still steaming on a wooden table.
He inhaled again, greedy, and fell flat onto his back. The fabric was crushed to his face, his lungs filling like they hadn’t worked properly in years.
“Oh my fucking god.”
Just Chan’s mistake leads omega Jisung to develop a mint addiction. -
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Someone else was there.
A presence to his right and Jisung’s pulse skipped in the worst possible way.
“Well,” Minho drawled, leaning casually against the wall beside him “that’s a pretty uncomfortable position.”
“No shit” Jisung hissed, still struggling.
“Fuck off” the other vampire snarled over his shoulder. “Find your own dinner.”
Minho laughed. A soft, airy giggle that absolutely did not belong in an alley where someone was about to die.
Jisung honestly wondered if he was hallucinating.
Pinned to a wall by a vampire he nearly killed, and another immortal one appears like this is some sick comedy show.
“Did you miss me, Jisung?” Minho asked, tilting his head with a small pout.
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Long nights, daydreams
Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
— Troye Sivan"The silence in his apartment still makes his skin crawl.
Jungkook has lived in noise his whole adult life. The roar of fifty thousand people pressing into his ribcage like a second heartbeat, the feedback screech of a monitor going wrong mid-performance, the coordinated chaos of seven men sharing too little space for something so grand on stage. He has known noise, and he has known how to live inside it.
He doesn't know how to live inside whatever this is."
Then Jimin calls at 4 AM about burnt ramen, of all things. And keeps calling. Now there’s a half-finished melody in the DAW and strawberry soju in the fridge and a vape Jungkook tells himself tastes like nothing in particular.
Except it maybe does.
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As Seonghwa approached, the three turned to face him. It was unsettling when he noticed the intense, dark eyes that seemed to look past him, or perhaps into him, that the new kid possessed.
While his eyes made Seonghwa uneasy, they were not necessarily threatening. He forced the concern down, pushed back his hair, put on the best “customer service” smile he had, and outstretched his hand.
“Hi, my name’s Seonghwa. Son of Zeus.”
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When the arrival of a new demigod at camp sparks a brand new quest, eight young demigods set sail into the Atlantic ocean to awaken the Olympic gods with little to no instruction of where to go or what to do.
*disclaimer - you don't need to have read Percy Jackson to follow this fic :)
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- Part 1 of The Dreamers Archive
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Seonghwa once had a happy life, but it feels like a distant memory now, so long ago that he can barely recall the details. Yet, he knows there was a time when he felt safe and cared for. Unfortunately, those moments were fleeting, gone far too quickly.
Trapped in the shadows of his painful past, Seonghwa finds himself aboard a pirate ship unlike any he’s known, one where kindness flows as freely as the sea winds. But as secrets linger beneath his bruised exterior, he must navigate trust, survival, and a crew determined to show him that even amidst storms, calm waters can be found.