Oh_pues_jess
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Jisung’s hyperventilating. The stubby fingers, the muscular thighs that seem to stretch even the loose cut of the gray sweatpants. The fabric well-loved and slightly faded, just like the fabric of Minho’s favorite pair of sweatpants. The ones Jisung had seen him in only two days ago.
It can’t be.
The tale of Crown Prince Han Jisung, the anonymous camboy he's obsessed with, his childhood best friend Chief of Royal Guard Lee Minho, and the way everything ties together in the end.
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From closer, it’s clear that Minho is about his age. He’s handsome— very much so— in an untouchable sort of way. Straight nose, sharp eyes, a defined cupid’s bow. He looks sculpted rather than born. Jisung might shrink under the weight of his presence if the situation were different.
Knowing that Minho is dying ruins the illusion of perfection.
Jisung answers an ad online reading: "I'm going to die, but there's a lot of things I haven't done yet that I don't want to do alone."
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“You didn’t pick me for your team today!” he still didn’t let the whine escape.
“Oh I thought you wanted me to pick Seungmin?” Minho teased, still not acknowledging his decision. He sometimes thought he might be a sadist but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted every part of Jisung, all his whines and woes included.
“You very well know I meant to include him in our team.”
“There wasn’t an “our team” though.” He was being mean now, but the pout on Jisung’s lips was delectable.
“You always pick me hyung. We always end up together anyway. I assumed it was obvious that we’d be on the same team.”