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Mystery Work
Part of Dumpster Fire
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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30 Oct 2025
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Donghyuck cared about nothing, and Mark cared a little too much about everything.
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19 Oct 2025
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When academic rivals Jaemin and Donghyuck wake an ancient, mythological force in a basement, it makes them an offer: their most desperate wish made true, just like magic.
But when they discover the impossibly high price, the two of them are forced into an uneasy, tense alliance as they scramble to undo the damage before it’s too late.
It doesn’t help that Donghyuck finds him increasingly drawn to Jaemin in ways he’s not ready to admit.
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or: when myth comes alive, down you must go, on a katabasis of your own.
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27 Sep 2025
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“You want me to beg?” Mark asks, slurring the words, dragging them through whatever was left of his pride. “I can beg. I don’t care.”
Donghyuck lifts his chin, arms crossed. “Then beg. Crawl. Kiss my fucking feet, Mark. And maybe I’ll think about giving you an inch of a chance.”
(or, Mark is a very famous artist with a reputation of being a fuckboy and a heartbreaker. He isn't. He's in love with his stylist, who happens to be the school crush he used to bully).
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10 Sep 2025
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"Mark? I don't know a Mark," Chenle says.
"Neither did I until, like, two hours ago."
"Right," Chenle says, the word drawn-out, judging. "Are you sure it's him?"
Renjun thinks back to when their hands touched, compares it to the mild irritation he felt when a random student knocked into him in the corridor, and groans when he realises there is no other explanation.
"Our hands touched when I took his pencil. I felt the spark."
"The spark?"
"Yes, the spark, Chenle. You know the one," Renjun says and sits up, back against the wall, fingers clasping the golden dust again. "And I liked talking to him. He was so nice."
Chenle stares, a long, steady gaze that doesn't waver, only judges, and Renjun sinks deeper into the mattress, wishing he could slide down the tiny gap between the bed and the wall and curl up and never face the world again.
"I'm so fucked."
𓆩♡𓆪
Renjun's soulmate dust starts to glow yellow after meeting Mark. But Mark's is still grey.
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03 Sep 2025