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“I’m going to kill myself,” Jisung says.
“That’s fair,” Seungmin muses. “Sometimes people are so attractive it just makes you want to meet your demise via bench press strangulation.”
jisung meets a hot guy at the gym. things happen.
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"I used to be an idol." And at Jisung’s silent surprise, he went on. "Not from your generation. I debuted at seventeen, you might not even have been born yet." And if that wasn’t the perfect reminder for Jisung to not forget that Minho was, in fact, much older than him. Eighteen years.
"You said used to—what happened?" Jisung asked, because even though he knew an idol’s career had a limited lifespan—and that most careers peaked and declined after military service—Minho was still handsome enough to have successfully redirected his career if age had really been the problem. Minho could have easily become an actor, or at least a model.
"Ah, I got injured." Minho replied with a faint smile, and under the table, Jisung could tell he was gently tapping his left knee. "A fractured kneecap.”Jisung pressed his lips together, hoping Minho couldn’t read pity in his eyes. Because that wasn’t what he wanted to give him. Compassion, yes—but not pity.
Or: Through a series of events, Jisung finds refuge for a weekend in Minho's house, a former idol who revels in mountains' solitude. Together, they learn to not be alone anymore.
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Minho is straight. He’s straight. He’s straight. He’s straight.
But Jisung—
No. He’s straight. He’s straight. He’s straight.
…until he isn’t.
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“I’m calling from the Seoul National Medical Centre. We have you listed here as the emergency contact for a Han Jisung. Do I have the right person?”
(Three years ago, Minho broke Jisung's heart with a single phone call. It's ironic then, that the universe decides to return the favour.)
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- Part 1 of hbm verse
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Minho is cursed. He has to be. There's no other explanation for how he ended up with a ruined career, busted leg, and is now sitting across the table from the ex-boyfriend who broke his heart. And did he mention how he just learned said ex-boyfriend had a threesome with his best friend? Yeah... one hundred percent cursed... and definitely, one thousand percent not still in love with Han Jisung... maybe...
_________The roulette wheel of emotions, spinning since the week before when he’d first seen Jisung again finally slows to land on one… want. His bruised soul rustles inside of him at the realization. He still wants Jisung…
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Minho is just as beautiful as he remembered. Just as perfect. A flawless collection of delicate lines and sharp angles that had never failed to steal his sanity away. It’d been like that since the first time Jisung saw him. The handsome bartender the forbidden fruit in his garden of Eden. Tired of denying himself and desperate for a taste of sin he’d sworn it would only happen once.