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“Baby,” he whispers, and the word rolls off his tongue in English, low and coaxing. He knows exactly what it does to Euijoo. “Just the tip. Please. Just the tip.”
“What do you mean, ‘just the tip?’” Euijoo asks, brows furrowing like he’s trying to translate if Nicholas really means what it sounds like he means.
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09 Jun 2026
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It is a stupidly terrifying thought to picture Seoul without Nicholas in it. Nicholas has been less of a friend and more of a fact, something Euijoo never considered removable. And now—maybe he is. Maybe tomorrow or February or some terrible soon, Nicholas will shift categories from person I know like a second self to person I used to know.
And if this goes horribly—if Euijoo does what he’s planning and it detonates right in his face—he can always claim ignorance in the morning. He can blame the beer. He can say he doesn’t remember. Because what he’s about to do is stupid. Not just stupid—borderline catastrophic. But there’s another voice, quieter, stubborn: better to look stupid now than to spend the rest of your life wondering what if.
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08 Jun 2026
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It's summer, the kind that drapes everything in gold, with the kind of heat that seeps in through the window, clinging to bare skin. It's why Euijoo is sprawled out on his bed, shirtless, a sheen of sweat catching in the late afternoon light. And it's why Nicholas can't stop looking at him. He tells himself it's just the way the sunlight falls, tracing the ridges of Euijoo's collarbones, the dip of his stomach, the rise and fall of his chest. But there's no use pretending. His fingers are already there, ghosting over the flat of Euijoo's belly as he absently scrolls through his phone, pretending he doesn't notice the way Nicholas touches him.
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08 Jun 2026
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‘Call me if you need anything else.’
There’s that illusion of choice–the word ‘if’ gave Nicholas a way out. But looking back, it wasn’t really a choice at all. Not when he’d gravitated towards Euijoo the first day he stepped foot inside that hospital. Not when he’d try to catch Euijoo’s eyes whenever they had morning briefings. Not when he needed two years to muster up the courage to ask for his number. Euijoo was the magician and Nicholas had played right into his trick–but who had built it all up in the first place?
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- Part 4 of myocardial infarction
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07 Jun 2026
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Euijoo doesn’t know about vetiver or wild bluebells or ripe summer fruits or anything like that. When he gets close enough, lucky enough, to catch the scent of Nicholas, he can’t pin it down to anything in particular—except warm and home and mate. God, he hasn’t even had a home for that long. But Nicholas is it for him.
Things start to fall to pieces the day the bird shows up on their porch. In the midst of the chaos, Byun Euijoo harbours a secret, great and terrible.
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25 May 2026