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Jisung tugged the shirt free, already pressing it to his nose before his brain caught up.
And froze.
Because it wasn’t caramel.
It wasn’t Chan.
It was mint.
Not sharp, antiseptic mint - the kind he usually hated. Softer. Fresher. Like mint tea still steaming on a wooden table.
He inhaled again, greedy, and fell flat onto his back. The fabric was crushed to his face, his lungs filling like they hadn’t worked properly in years.
“Oh my fucking god.”
Just Chan’s mistake leads omega Jisung to develop a mint addiction.- Language:
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28 Jun 2026
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Jisung cleared his throat, a sudden feeling of embarrassment coming over him. He stared at the paper cup in his hands as he spoke. "So you're really nice and all, and your cocoa is amazing, but the whole lip thing— I can see you staring when I talk and I just wanted to say it's kind of uncom-"
"Uh sorry, strange question, but could you look up at me?" Minho suddenly asked. "I need to read your lips or else I can't really understand what you're saying."
aka Jisung asks barista Minho to stop staring at his lips, not realizing Minho is deaf, and kind of has to.
Minho thinks Jisung's lips are pretty- Language:
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28 Jun 2026
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As the song trickles to an end and Minho comes back to talk about whatever—at this point Jisung is too distracted to think straight or process what Minho is saying—Jisung makes up his mind.
He copies the number on the screen of his tablet to his phone and, without a moment of hesitation, pulls one of his earphones out and makes the call go through.
(Minho’s radio program is Jisung’s source of comfort and the only thing that lets him sleep at night. That is, until Minho starts talking shit about Jisung’s team.)
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28 Jun 2026
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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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27 Jun 2026
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What, is he your sugar daddy? Hyunjin had said in passing, a few hours after Han Jisung transferred ₩60,000 to him.
Of course not, Minho thought to himself. He doesn't even know Jisung that well, and they're simply friends who got to know each other through their respective channels. He's sure that Jisung will soon go on his way, and his little puppy crush on Jisung will fade with enough time too.
Things, of course, never turn out the way he thinks it will.
(hyunjin was right all along.)
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15 Jun 2026