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“Oh shit—quick! Make a wish!” Jisung grabs Minho’s shoulder and jumps in place. He squeezes his eyes shut, nose wrinkled in concentration, previous conversation forgotten.
“What’d you wish for?” Minho asks, voice too soft, too reverent. Shit, he really can’t help himself.
Jisung peeks one eye open. “Aish, for you to stop looking at me like that,” he whines.
“Like what?”
Jisung circles his wrist and swings their arms lazily. The pressure of his touch sends shocks up and down Minho’s forearm.
“Like that.”
“With my eyes?”
“Seriously, hyung. Stop perceiving me.”
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minho doesn't believe wishes can come true...
until Jisung turns invisible.
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Jisung doesn’t move– doesn’t breathe. He just stares.
His voice, when it comes, is quiet. “What did you say?”
His eyes search for Minho’s, wide and unsure and a little stunned. Like something has cracked open inside him.
He could take it back. Laugh it off. Play it cool. Change the subject. But something in the way Jisung looks at him makes him want to take the step. To jump. To finally just fall.
“I said”, he whispers, “Maybe I was born to meet you.”
The air goes still. So does time.
or: Jisung doesn't believe in fate. Minho believes in everything that doesn't make sense– until suddenly, it does.
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He’s calm. He’s cool. He’s not thinking about the shape of Jisung’s mouth, or how well the suit fits him, or the way his eyes lit up just now, or whether he still smells like bergamot and broken dreams of a lifetime.
He’s fine. This is fine.
This is totally, completely fine.
At least that’s what Minho tries to convince himself about until, from the corner of his eye, catches Jisung starting to walk over.
Now, he is not so sure. Now, he might actually die.
Four years of yearning. Two years together. One year apart.
Minho thought he’d buried the what-ifs– until a wedding, a slow dance, two best men and strawberry champagne remind him just how unfinished some stories can be.
What begins as awkward glances slowly unfolds into painfully familiar tension. But before they can even think about something new, Minho and Jisung have to untangle everything that pulled them apart.
or: Minho thinks it’s over between him and Jisung– but some knots simply take longer to tie.
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Minho stares into those eyes– deep blue, bottomless as the crushing depths where light has never reached. There is hate there. Pure, unadulterated rage. But underneath it– something else. Something impossible. Something wrong.
Something that shouldn’t be there. Not in a siren. Not in a thing.
Something about those eyes makes Minho falter.
He tightens his grip on the knife. His muscles are taut, everything in him– blood, bone, memory– screaming to finish the job, to end this creature beneath him, to end this.
He should kill him. He needs to kill him.
Minho was raised to hunt monsters. Jisung was born to hunt humans.
When Minho chooses to spare Jisung on a siren hunt, his choice becomes a fracture in everything both of them thought they knew about monsters, mercy, and love.
or: Between sea and land, Minho and Jisung find themselves bound by blood, salt, and something impossible to undo.
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16 Mar 2026
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I liked this a lot. So different and more gritty than other stories of its kind, and I really enjoy how their relationship developed from start to finish. The story lives in my mind even a few days after finishing it.
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“If your friend got bit on the dick by a venomous snake, would you—”
“Don’t finish that question.” Minho scoffs.
“—suck it to get the venom out?” Jisung finishes the question anyway.The natural order of things, Jisung and Minho fuck, fall in love, and get caught making out between the aisles at work (exactly in that order).