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Someone else was there.
A presence to his right and Jisung’s pulse skipped in the worst possible way.
“Well,” Minho drawled, leaning casually against the wall beside him “that’s a pretty uncomfortable position.”
“No shit” Jisung hissed, still struggling.
“Fuck off” the other vampire snarled over his shoulder. “Find your own dinner.”
Minho laughed. A soft, airy giggle that absolutely did not belong in an alley where someone was about to die.
Jisung honestly wondered if he was hallucinating.
Pinned to a wall by a vampire he nearly killed, and another immortal one appears like this is some sick comedy show.
“Did you miss me, Jisung?” Minho asked, tilting his head with a small pout.
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06 Apr 2026
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Attached is a YouTube link.
Intrigued, Jisung clicks on it.
“THE STORY OF MINSUNG 2017-2022” It was titled.
He squints at the video length again, just to make sure his sleep-deprived brain isn't actually playing tricks on him.
Nope, the video is actually three hours long.
He laughs softly, “Who has the time...” but his thumb taps the screen anyway.
Or one night, Jisung get bored and watches a Minsung analysis video
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25 Mar 2026
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The cold caress of a phantom hand, fingertips grazing along the slope of his nose and tracing the line of his jaw. He is drowning in visions; flashes of dark tufts of hair, crimson pools of metallic liquid, low lights of a bar Jisung has never stepped foot in and the labored breathing of a set of lungs that is not his own. A strange feeling of elation, euphoria coursing through his veins which throb in his arms and neck. His own body is standing stock-still, outside the bar, and he watches himself as his shoulder is grabbed by a police officer. Jisung feels jealousy unlike anything he has ever possessed, a carnal urge to rip the officer’s ribs out of his body and lick the blood clean from bone.
“While there is little to no information regarding the creature attack, the only thing we can do is hope and pray he has fled the city for good.”
Or: Jisung gets a box. Inside that box, Minho is waiting patiently.
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25 Mar 2026
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Minho’s breath was stolen when the boy looked up, his insanely wide, pretty eyes sparkling with embarrassment and worry, igniting something in his chest.
He breathed in deeply, and the faintest scent hit him—sweet like honey. An omega’s scent. But even if he hadn’t smelled him, his soft features, wide eyes, and flawless face were incredibly omega-like.
What surprised him was that he didn’t find his scent overwhelming. Usually, those with honey scents were far too sweet, thick, and sticky. But his was light, just enough to tickle his nose and make him breathe in a little deeper.
Or thirty-seven-year-old alpha Minho meets twenty-four-year-old omega Jisung, who works at the new convenience store across from his company. He learns quickly that Jisung has an eight-year-old son, and that behind his admirable strength, is a deeply painful past.
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24 Mar 2026
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"What I want— No, what I need is for you to marry me, Prince Jisung," King Lee says, his tone leaving no room for negotiation, and yet, his scent has gone damp. Jisung wants to ask what it means, why his scent has changed when he asked Jisung to marry him, but he has more pressing issues at hand.
Jisung continues to walk beside King Lee, his mind racing as he tries to figure out how to respond. His mother's voice rings in his head, telling him to trust his instincts, to trust his omega, but his omega is confused, as is he.
"I do not see how a betrothal to me would stop Cloudcrest's advances on Shorehaven," he says, voice tight.
Unless…
Jisung's head snaps to King Lee's face, and he realizes the king's intention.
"You and Prince Vincent, right?" The alpha smiles cruelly, and Jisung hates him, hates the alpha, the king, and the man all in one body.
Or: Jisung is the only heir to the Verdanian Kingdom, and with war looming between neighboring kingdoms Cloudcrest and Shorehaven, he receives a letter from Alpha King Lee requesting him. What could he possibly want with the omega prince?
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21 Mar 2026
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The adventures of Fish Man, Peesung and Seungmin by minnipupverse
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
17 Mar 2026
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"Han Jisung."
"Yes, baby?" He mumbled, smiling innocently, but Seungmin didn't even blink in his direction. His voice was calm.
"Why is there a man with a fish tail in our bathroom?"
"He's actually a mermaid not a man with a fish tail," Seungmin turned and glared at him, so Jisung quickly added, still smiling awkwardly, "At least now you know I wasn't lying about Minho's existence?"Or: Minho falls for a human, succeeds courting said human and the human brings him home but happens to have a grumpy boyfriend.
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18 Mar 2026
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“Before you ask,” he said, eyes still clamped shut, “we’re out of kimbap. I’ve already checked the back. The next batch isn’t being made until tomorrow morning. You can get a coupon at the front. Anything else?”
“Jeez, Jisung-ie. I don’t even get a ‘hello’?”
Jisung froze. He didn’t even have to look up to know that voice.
“Minho-hyung,” he breathed, “uh. Sorry. It’s kinda been a long day.”
Minho nodded, hiking his overly large dance bag higher onto his shoulder. “I can imagine.”After a long day, Minho walks Jisung home.
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17 Mar 2026
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So, surely, it couldn’t be that Lee Minho. The Lee Minho he remembered had looked way too good to be real. The Lee Minho who’d been a year above him. The Lee Minho he’d pretended to be terrible at Building Physics & Services for, just to get tutored by him. The Lee Minho he’d originally only wanted to get very thoroughly laid by, but ended up wanting far more than that. The Lee Minho he’d secretly, quietly, hopelessly fallen in love with, but never told and instead ghosted. The Lee Minho he was so sure he was completely, absolutely, definitely over.
So you can probably imagine the pure horror that spread across Han Jisungs now completely colour-drained face when he stepped into his new workspace for the first time and to his dismay, it was that Lee Minho.
“Jisung! What a pleasant surprise! I thought the name sounded familiar.” Minho smiled, hands tucked behind his back.
Jisungs face burned, and whatever was boiling up inside of him, his stomach, chest, head- honestly his whole body, felt like it was going to melt him straight into the floor, which he could’ve sworn was starting to crumble beneath him.
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14 Mar 2026
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He loved music. He started dancing and learned to play the piano at the same time. The logic behind his mother’s idea was that if he understood music, he could transmit the feelings of the piece in his dance better.
But he also hated music. He hated the way a certain piece would get stuck in his head, the current one pestering his thoughts was Claire de Lune by Debussy, the first song he ever played for him. He wasn’t thinking when he started playing the piece, his mind focused on the earlier rehearsal.
How empty Minho’s eyes were while looking at him.In which Jisung is a ballet dancer who fell for his choreographer.
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14 Mar 2026
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"Hey Sungie?" Minho hovered in the doorway, one hand already on the handle. "You still love me, right?"
Jisung gulped, his eyes stubbornly fixed on his socks. Grey on the left side and the right side… grey too. Probably. Even though one looked a bit more gray than the other. Someone would have told him if they didn't match, right?
"Jisungie?"
"Yes, sure," he murmured, the few words coming way too late. "Of course I do."
"You stopped saying it."
An unpleasant shiver swept over Jisung's back, weighing on his shoulders with a power he couldn't stand against. A power strong enough to bind souls. Just not theirs. "Sorry," he whispered. "I just think it's easier this way."--
Or: Jisung and Minho live in a world where you only see black, white, and grey until you connect with your soulmate. Minho is the grandson of the scientist who discovered a gene-matching technology now used worldwide to find your soulmate. Named the prince of Chromatic Destiny International, he is under intense pressure from family and the press to find his soulmate.
The good news: He already found the love of his life. And it's Jisung.
The bad news: Jisung is not his soulmate.- Language:
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13 Mar 2026
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Jisung is good at three things: avoiding people, hooking up with strangers who don't expect anything, and pretending he doesn't want more.
Minho is good at everything—except understanding why he can't stop looking at the boy with the sad eyes and the scratched-up hands.
As their paths continue to cross, both boys cling to their excuses, using plausible deniability to protect their hearts from the terrifying reality of falling in love.
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12 Mar 2026
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”Yours is probably bigger than that.”
Jisung’s eyes slowly lifted from the screen.
Minho huffed a laugh, casual and easy, but his fingers tightened ever so slightly on Jisung’s hip. Enough for omega to feel it.
Minho craned his neck toward the couch and wiggled his brows. “Wanna find out?”
“Absolutely not” Changbin shot back. “I enjoy walking.”
“Yeah” Chan added a second later, like it had just occurred to him “you’d need to take off work for the entire week. And you can’t afford that.”
“Not for a week” Hyunjin added suddenly, a little too casually. “More like three days.”
Jisung shifted, sitting up slightly as he turned toward the group on the rug, laughter still lingering on his lips.
“You wouldn’t know that” he said lightly, the joke forming before his brain could filter it. “It’s not like you guys fucked.”
The laughter died.
Not in a funny way.
A movie night that led Jisung to acknowledge his feelings. Well… more than usual.
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12 Mar 2026
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One Forgotten Night. One Unforgettable Boy.
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11 Mar 2026
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Long before Hogwarts stood tall in the hills, there was a house with an ugly yellow door.
Inside this house, Han and Felix run a shelter for magical children with nowhere else to go and harness their magic.
With the help of their friend Seungmin and his colleague Minho, they do their best to keep the children safe in a world that will not accept them for who they are.
But patched up walls and loose spells can only last so long at concealing the frightened children.As danger grows outside and more magical children keep appearing at their door, they begin to wonder if hiding is enough, or if it is time to build something bigger.
They need a refuge, a school where they can protect these children from the woes of the outside world.
From these four wizards, Hogwarts is formed. A school full of stories, friendships, and love that history could never forget.Bookmarked by dobil
11 Mar 2026
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Jisung is a musician who has not written or released any songs in the past two years. Chan, his manager, sends him to a sort of rehab to get Jisung out of his slump. Turns out, Jisung has to face his demons before he can even think about feeling better. Who is there to help him? You guessed it. Hot yoga instructor Minho. When everything is telling Jisung to keep his distance from Minho, even himself, Minho shows Jisung the light.
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“Why are you here, Minho? Why are you doing any of this?” Jisung whispered between them.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Minho asked.
“No."
“You captivated me and made it very hard for me to stay away. The more I try to stay away, the more you pull me in."Bookmarked by dobil
11 Mar 2026
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Tick, tick, tick , here it comes. Blood, yes, the tiles will forever be stained, their insides will mix, they’re going to hack away at the floor and the walls and the ceiling, the museum, the bomb, the blood, the plaque. Minho’s name, next to Jisung’s. They’re terrible people, Jisung is the worst, Minho very much so too. The plaque will say it, most definitely: Maybe they’re so good for each other, because they’re both such terrible, horrible, people.
Jisung is lonely and Minho is there. They can’t, they shouldn’t, but they do.
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08 Mar 2026
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In a world, where every artist is born with a ''resonance mark'', a faint musical design on skin that's said to glow only when they harmonize perfectly with their destined creative partner. Minho has gone through years of dance partners, collaborations and performances without the mark ever reacting.
Han Jisung has never believed in that kind of stuff, to him it was just a myth. Even if it sounded nice and Han wanted to be wishful, he couldn't bring himself to believe. To him, resonance marks were just marketing, pretty stories wrapped up in superstition.•°•ABANDONED, NO LONGER UPDATING•°•
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02 Mar 2026
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Jisung has always believed in soulmates.
Not in the way some people do—casually, abstractly, the way you believe in luck or karma. No, Jisung believes the way other people believe in gravity. Fundamentally. Inevitably. The kind of belief that shapes how you move through the world.
Soulmates are supposed to be good. They're supposed to make you feel safe and chosen and loved.
They're not supposed to hold knives to your throat.
or, a serial killer twist on soulmates
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25 Feb 2026
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Jisung came to college wanting a quiet life. Then Minho, the campus golden-boy soccer star with a cruel smile, decides Jisung is his new favorite target. One public humiliation turns into a routine, and Jisung learns fast that on this campus, power looks like popularity, a uniform jersey, and everyone laughing while you pick up the pieces.
The only place Jisung can breathe is his phone. On the college's blind dating app, he’s been talking to LK98—someone who's funny, patient, and strangely gentle in a way that makes Jisung’s chest feel too full.
The twist is neither of them knows who the other really is—and that’s a problem, because they’re both falling fast—softly, stupidly, helplessly—on opposite sides of the same secret, with no idea they’re reaching for each other in the dark. Because how do you love someone you hate....when the person you hate might be the only one who’s ever made you feel safe?
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25 Feb 2026
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He wants to see those dark, feline eyes narrowed in pursuit. He wants to know that for once, he isn't just "Chan’s little brother" or the "annoying kid who needs help with his homework."
But wanting Lee Minho was a death sentence for his pride.
When Jisung had presented as an Omega four years ago, he’d been so sure things would change. He’d waited for Minho’s scent to sharpen when they were in the same room; he’d waited for a lingering look, a protective tilt of the head, a shift in the gravity between them.
He’d steal Minho’s hoodies when they accidentally got left behind in Chan’s apartment, saturating them with his own developing scent, hoping that when he handed them back, Minho’s pupils would blow wide. He’d lingered in doorways, laughed a little too loud at Minho’s dry jokes, and waited, desperate, for the shift. For the moment where Minho’s eyes would darken with something other than exasperated affection.
It never happened.
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25 Feb 2026