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Someone else was there.
A presence to his right and Jisung’s pulse skipped in the worst possible way.
“Well,” Minho drawled, leaning casually against the wall beside him “that’s a pretty uncomfortable position.”
“No shit” Jisung hissed, still struggling.
“Fuck off” the other vampire snarled over his shoulder. “Find your own dinner.”
Minho laughed. A soft, airy giggle that absolutely did not belong in an alley where someone was about to die.
Jisung honestly wondered if he was hallucinating.
Pinned to a wall by a vampire he nearly killed, and another immortal one appears like this is some sick comedy show.
“Did you miss me, Jisung?” Minho asked, tilting his head with a small pout.
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21 Jun 2026
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Minho laughs and Jisung hears him typing something on his keyboard. A new chat message appears. “Here you go, a gift to remember me by.” That smile appears in his voice again. “Let’s talk later. Bye, Hannie.”
> leebit has left Group Voice Chat.
> leebit: (XXX-XXX-XXXX)Jisung blinks. Is that… a phone number? Did he just… get a cute boy's phone number playing Overwatch?
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21 Jun 2026
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Jisung laughs, not believing his ears. “Where the hell did that come from?”
Minho can’t even humor him with a giggle. He’s still as a statue, mouth twitching in search of an explanation. “You—” he sputters like a buffoon. “You said do your worst!”
“By calling me a cockslut!?”
Jisung has been cursed with finding dirty talk hot in theory but repulsive in practice. Minho helps him figure out why that is.
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16 Jun 2026
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Jisung shifts, tugging Minho’s hoodie up higher, nose buried in the collar. His eyes are closed, but Minho can see his ears twitch at his words. “Look at you, mmh? My little omega’s been busy nesting.”
Usually, that would spark a huff, maybe an annoyed snap about being an alpha too. But instead, Jisung preens. His lashes flutter, his cheeks flush, and then it happens: a soft, high chirp slips out of him, as if it’s instinctive, almost subconscious.
Minho goes still.
OR: Jisung and Minho are both alphas— Jisung gets bitched.
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14 Jun 2026
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“What’s… happening,” mumbles Hyunjin. “Why’s there food for, like. Ten?”
“It’s for them.” Felix nods at Jisung and Minho, seated at the little table beside their stash of takeout.
Hyunjin is silent. Then, “Oh Christ, another one of their stupid contests.”
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Best friends Jisung and Minho have always had a knack for turning everything into a competition—who can shower faster, who can eat more, who can sooner find a meaningless hookup at a party. It’s when they overstep (or, in Jisung’s case, trip over) the boundary between being friends and more that Jisung finds he cares far less about losing their little games than he does about losing Minho.
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13 Jun 2026