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"You might as well fuck each other at this point.”
They…they couldn't, could they? Seonghwa is straight. He's never thought of Hongjoong like that—at least, he doesn't think he has. That's not something that friends do. But even so…
Maybe it's the lingering bit of intoxication, or maybe it's that visceral, animalistic instinct to keep Hongjoong all to himself rearing its ugly head, but for some ungodly reason Seonghwa's first reaction isn't to dismiss the idea. To write it off as ridiculous or impossible.
No. He looks back up at Hongjoong, who's now turned with his back to his companion, pressed all along his front—and suddenly it's all Seonghwa can think about.
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05 Dec 2025
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“Since you’re the only straight person here… if you had to fuck a guy, who would it be and why?” Hyunjin asked excitedly, his smile so big and bright Minho wasn’t sure if his eyes were even open.
Minho just barely stifled another laugh. How were they all so blind? Whatever, it wasn’t Minho’s business. Jisung was probably about to say something generic like Ryan Reynolds or something stupid and vague like Spiderman to get out of the question.
What Minho wasn’t expecting, was his actual answer.
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Jisung is a failure. A fuckup. A disappointment. Everything changes when he meets the most gorgeous man he’s ever laid eyes on. Father Lee Minho.
“Are you always like this Jisung? Or just like this with me?” Minho asks, his low voice laced with suspicion as he shoves his hands back into his pockets and narrows his eyes into a squint looking back at Jisung.
“Like what Minho?” Jisung asks, feigning innocence as he places his hand to his chest and flutters his eyelashes at Minho with a tiny smirk.
“So naughty, Jisung. You know exactly what you’re doing.” Minho stares at Jisung, his eyes briefly roam across Jisung’s body then back to meet his gaze.
“Why?... Do you like it, Minho?” Jisung challenges, projecting a confident demeanour while chewing nervously on his lip so much he’s certain it’s bruising under his constant gnawing.
“I-” Minho’s answer is interrupted by the sound of the latch then the front door opening.
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Jisung is the definition of temptation itself and Minho is fighting for his life not to break his vows. This… Is a love story.
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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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Ten years.
It had been ten years. And ten years was a long time. Especially in the beginning. Those first few months felt like ten years as it was. The day was cold. He was heading back to work. He had only stepped out to take a walk. Han never thought he would be standing on the corner of Main Street, his eyes connecting with his.
Ten years later.