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Three’s the charm, right? Jisung’s fingers hovered over the screen, eyes fixed on the number for a good few minutes. His thumb lingered over the call button, numb with hesitation, before he tapped in.
„ Did you know elephants purr like cats?” He blurted as soon as the call connected, giving the person no time to greet him.
„ Do they?” A man’s voice replied, intrigued. “Are we talking a house cats or wild cats?”
Every night, before his feet slipped past the railing, teetering on the edge, Jisung called Minho.
Bookmarked by minsung1425
30 Dec 2025
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Tugs at them heartstrings a little without permanent heartbreak. My type of angsty fic.
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“So getting divorced costs like...” Jisung’s face scrunches up as he does the math, his nose wrinkling adorably, “hundred-forty times more than getting married? That’s insane. That’s a scam. Someone should investigate.”
They sit in silence, both staring at the unsigned papers. Someone drops a cup at the counter, the crash startling several patrons. Outside, rain starts pattering against the window, drops racing each other down the glass.
“What if,” Jisung says slowly, carefully, like he’s testing out how the words sound, rolling them around in his mouth, “we just... don’t get divorced right now?”
Or: The five-day marriage that lasted five years (and counting).
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“Good luck breaking the news to your family that we’re not really dating.”
“Well…” Jisung drums his fingers on the steering wheel. “What if I didn’t?”
Minho blinks. “You’re not suggesting—”
“You’d have a place to stay for free, as long as you want,” Jisung interjects quickly. “Free food, anything you need. I’ll set you up with Hyunjin. My parents—did you see how happy they were for me? My mom already loves you! If we just… just go along with it, a-at least until Christmas, everyone’s happy, right?”
(in which lonely novelist Minho falls for Jisung through a dating app and flies across the country to surprise him for the holidays—only to find out Jisung looks nothing like his photos. Minho lets himself become trapped in a web of lies, somehow growing dangerously fond of his catfisher-slash-fake-boyfriend along the way.)
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When Minho first meets Jisung, he’s been given six months to live.
“Could be a year, if he’s lucky,” says Chan, the man who answers the door for Minho and introduces himself as Jisung’s best friend.
Jisung, the tiny, wisp of a thing sitting in a wheelchair with a pink beanie on his head and a green knit blanket covering his lap, smiles mildly. “Channie’s an optimist,” he says. He waits until the other man walks into a different room to add, “I’ve never been lucky.”
(Or: Jisung is dying. Minho gets hired as his death doula.)
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Bookmarked by minsung1425
02 Dec 2025
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Less heartbreaking than Brighter Days (or maybe I just got better at not crying) but still much angst and beautiful use of repetitive motifs.
I love the canon details
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“Are you from around here?” Minho asked, the food on his tray still untouched. He had been watching Jisung intently while the others talked and noticed more things about him that seemed familiar.
Jisung turned to face Minho and nodded.
“Yeah. Well...kind of. I grew up here and there, but I did live in this town as a child and then came back in my late teens.”
“And as a child, did you live in the big block of flats on the edge of town?” Minho asked quickly.
Jisungʼs furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Minho suspiciously. “I- I did. How did you know?”
Minho swallowed, voice shaky as he said “because I lived there too. I think we might have known each other as kids.”
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Minho and Jisung knew each other for a few months when they were both children. Now as adults, they find themselves working in the same school, Minho as a Maths teacher and Jisung as a guidance counsellor.
Bookmarked by minsung1425
29 Oct 2025
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Light at the end of the (abuse) tunnel. Mutual healing