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"Jisung?"
Standing behind him in the reflection is Jisung - pale and hollow-eyed. Dissolving into the air. Blurring at the edges like a distant memory.
The toothbrush in Minho's hand falls to the floor with a soft clank he has half a mind to register. He turns around quick enough to give himself whiplash, only to find no one.
He looks back at the mirror. But there is no one except the ghost of a memory and the chill in his bones.
"Oh."
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Or: Jisung died in all forms of reality except Minho's.
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- Part 1 of Our Song
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13 Jun 2026
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Minho nodded once with dark eyes before he ducked out of the room. He didn’t miss the chorus of, ”Are you crazy? Why would you agree to that?! He looks like he’s going to skin you alive and wear it as a coat!” from Jisung’s friend, and the whiny justification of, “Well–! He needs help with calculus!” from Jisung.
Minho laughed to himself. He probably did need help with calculus, but they weren’t going to be studying.
Or: slightly deranged Minho x nerdsung
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13 Jun 2026
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Minho stood frozen in the middle of the walk in closet.
Five small white sticks lay scattered at his feet like fallen dominoes. All of them showing the same thing - two pink, unmistakable lines.
Positive.
Positive.
Positive.
Positive.
Positive.Two things were clear, one, Jisung didn't have a stomach bug, two, Jisung had lied to him.
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Minho has a sever case of breeding kink. But turns out the contraceptive pills aren't effective as either of them had thought.
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13 Jun 2026
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Minho, a respected music teacher at Juilliard, is getting married. So obviously his standards for the wedding reception singer are high.
But that’s okay, because his fiancée has already taken care of it—a past student, Minho’s own successful creation, is the perfect choice. Right?“What you did there, that was cruel of you,” Minho said, analyzing him.
Han threw the cigarette bud to the ground and stepped on it.
He looked into Minho’s eyes, voice emotionless. “You’re one to talk about cruelty.”
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11 Jun 2026
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right and left.
right
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left.“Fuck it. It’s just sex. It’s just a match. It’s just a body. I need to win this bet.”
right and left.
right
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left.
Then he swiped right.
Instant match.Bookmarked by leeminsaurus
10 Jun 2026