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The next strike came swiftly — Jisung knocked Minho off his feet in one fluid move, forcing him to his knees. Vampire speed was enough to disarm him, blade now resting at Minho’s opened throat. One hand tangled in the hunter’s hair, holding him not at the edge of the blade, but of death itself.
“You know,” Jisung murmured, his voice a low purr that fell into the silence of the church, “you’d look best dead.”
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Jisung realizes he left his sleeping bag at home only when their car's wheels cross the highway line.
The thought strikes through as he watches a bright red gas station flash by, its fuel prices glowing in the midday light.
Minho drums his fingers on the leather steering wheel, lips pursed as he hums along to a song from a meticulously crafted playlist. And Jisung is certain — the peaceful vibe in the car right now depends entirely on him.
or: it's really hard to sleep together in the sleeping bag made for one
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По правде говоря, Джисон не обдумывал детали плана. Просто схватил Минхо за руку после выступления и, шепнув на ухо что-то вроде: «Твоя молния заставила меня сегодня понервничать, хён» утащил их двоих подальше от озабоченных глаз стаффа. Озабоченных не ими двумя, конечно, но головной болью помасштабнее – вроде вызова такси и заказа еды в номера отеля.
У Джисона было что-то примерно тридцати минут, и он не планировал распыляться.
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Treading the Line by birbleafs for WhereLifeIsStrong
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
21 Jan 2026
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Is it the same for Kaveh then? Al-Haitham ponders in the silence. Could he love only in the way he loves his creations and the process of creating? These imperfect things that he moulds from clay, from metal, wood, and dirt; that he shapes and refines into perfection from his own worn hands and overwrought mind, nourished with his blood and sweat and tears, forever chasing after an ideal so unattainable, it always seems out of reach?
Al-Haitham does not think himself an artist, so he does not know; perhaps will never truly know, this eternal struggle that seems to beset the artistic soul. Still, he feels a shiver running down his spine as he continues to watch Kaveh’s hands working the moist clay; as he begins to wonder what ‘form’ he would take if Kaveh’s fingers were to thoroughly shape him into ‘art’; into something born of Kaveh’s ideal, of Kaveh’s love.
Evoked by a fleeting touch, Al-Haitham begins to dream.
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25 Jan 2026
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Recent events have left Flins seeking an outlet for his frustrations and grief, be they through the balm of battle or other means. How fortunate for him that Rerir appears at just the right moment and is more than happy to provide what the Lightkeeper needs, unwittingly or not?
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- Part 2 of Strange Bedfellows
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22 Oct 2025
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Maybe each other's company wasn't so bad, or maybe it really is and they still want it
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17 Oct 2025
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Never judge a book by its cover, the famous saying goes. People aren’t always who they seem outside.
Most of the time, though, they are. Yeah, most of the time, people are who they seem outside.
Except…when Lee Minho offered to be Jisung's sugar daddy for one semester, Jisung thought he'd tell Jisung to bend over and spread his pretty legs for him. And Jisung won't complain—no, not at all, getting fucked into next Tuesday is nice—but then Lee Minho goes on all fours and asks Jisung to fuck him.
Needless to say, Jisung’s taken for a wild ride.
It doesn’t help that feelings get in the way, and Jisung only has less than one semester to figure out what to do with them—and what to do if Minho decides to end their arrangement by the end of it.
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Jisung’s suddenly too-loud voice crashing through the white noise in his ears startles Minho out of his reverie. “The cut’s almost completely healed. I think I can try shaving again tomorrow morning before our flight.”
The words make his body stiffen, hand halting its movements against Jisung’s skin almost instantly. Brain still a mess, he’s clearly not thinking when his next words stumble from his lips.
“I’ve never kissed someone with a stubble.”
“Never?” Jisung’s voice is quiet and tight, his question is void of all emotions except a curious little tilt at the edge of it. His empty tone makes Minho squirm uneasily, desperate to read Jisung’s emotions after the random confession he blurted out.
In the end, he simply shakes his head to confirm his earlier words. “Nope, never.”
“Oh, that’s… Do you want to?”
or: Jisung can't shave because of the cut on his cheek, and Minho is suddenly hit with the realization that despite his experience with guys, he's never kissed someone with facial hair