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“Uh,” Jisung says as he enters his dorm room after work. Minho is lying on Jisung’s bed with his head hanging from the edge as he scrolls on his phone.
“Afternoon, boyfriend,” Minho says without looking away from the screen.
“Shit.” Jisung winces, kicking off his shoes. “You heard.”
jisung confirms he’s dating minho when he’s not. minho suggests fake dating as damage control.
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“Look at me,” Jisung asks in a soft tone, but Minho absolutely cannot do this — he can’t see Jisung’s face like that, between his legs, in the light of his glowing marks that will only highlight Jisung’s glistening lips. “Oh, love, what makes you so shy?”
“You’re— between my legs, Jisung.”
“I think it’s the best place to be,” he even dares to smirk, and maybe Minho can’t see it, but oh does he feel it.
(Alt: Everyone knows that elves have beautiful face marks that come from nature and glow during ritual nights, but few get to see their other marks. Minho’s marks are on his inner thighs, and maybe he is a bit insecure about that, but oh does his human boyfriend love them. Or, a story about making love for the first time, overcoming fears and maybe about stars, too.)
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“Look, we don't have to if you don't want to. I remember what you said the last time we saw each other. I can walk myself back home right now, just say the word,” Jisung says, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. A nervous tick, Minho notes.
He considers it for a moment – sending Jisung home – but then he would have gained nothing from all of this. But he also doesn't want to lead the guy on.
“You should know I wear hearing aids,” Minho blurts, an attempt to sabotage. This is the part where Jisung will realize Minho isn't worth it. He’ll walk away, Minho is sure of it.
"I know. Chan-hyung told me,” Jisung says, “I don't care about that– or well, I do, but– you make it sound like it’s a dealbreaker–”
“Because it is.”
“It's not.”
Jisung's words kill Minho’s argument, leaving Minho staring at him in shock, his mouth hanging open.
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After years of accepting that he’ll never be enough for a relationship, Minho feels relieved when he doesn't receive a soulmate mark. That is, until he meets Jisung — another person without a mark, who makes him question everything he thought he wanted.
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Jisung finally moves to sit up, facing Minho with the most intense scrutiny he thinks he’s ever been under. Deserved scrutiny, he reminds himself. He just asked Jisung for his best friend’s soul.
“You’ll be nice to him?” Jisung hiccups, holding Minho’s gaze in his, even while the Grim Reaper silently nods.
“He’ll be safe?”
“Always.”
“Will you tell him I love him, and that I’m sorry?”
Minho’s heart threatens to jump in his throat, but he still nods anyway, “of course.”
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OR: Jisung is a mortal who has just suffered a terrible loss, refusing to believe it’s all truly over. Minho has been the Grim Reaper for the past 300 years helping troubled souls officially ‘move on,’ but is now facing the end of the time given to him to complete the fated love clause required in his work contract. What happens when Jisung refuses to let the dead stay dead, and Minho has a hard time saying no? Probably a lot of talk about souls and lesser demons. A story of love and loss and friendship, set under the red-tinged sky of the underworld.
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“Something like what?”
“Something like…” Jisung pushed his sleeves up. His skin prickled instantly, though not from cold. “Like tying someone. Lightly. Just the wrists. In front. Nothing serious.”
Minho blinked, skeptical surprise flickering across his features. But he didn’t speak until Jisung looked up and met his gaze. When Jisung’s dark eyes didn’t waver, Minho exhaled slowly.
“You want to practice bondage… on me?”
Jisung nodded, face still unreadable but flushed at the edges.
“I’ve been reading things. Watching,” he added quickly, “instructional stuff. Safe stuff. And I think I need to try it with someone. And I trust you.”
That last part seemed to land the hardest. Minho leaned back, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well shit,” he murmured, a ghost of amusement threading into the moment. “I’ve never been someone’s guinea pig before.”
“You don’t have to—”
“No, Jisung-ah,” Minho cut in gently, suddenly with all clarity. “It’s okay. I’m not uncomfortable. Just… surprised. You don’t usually ask for things like this.”
Jisung’s breath left him with a laugh that trembled like spun glass. “That’s ‘cause I don’t usually want things like this.”
Series
- Part 6 of M i n s u n g
- Part 20 of Stray Kids Angst Works