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And then comes Jisung.
The final moment, tonight's centerpiece. A calculated reveal.
His first public appearance after presenting, the second son beta no one paid attention to, now revealed to be a diamond in the rough.
Minho doesn't think when he offers Jisung his leather-gloved hand. And Jisung takes it without hesitation, the touch light, for balance and form, but Minho feels the warmth as if it were skin on skin, searing through the leather like flame.
The noise surrounding them rises as soon as Jisung appears, all attention focusing on him.
He's luminous.
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15 Nov 2025
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AHHGG I LOVE THIS ACTUALLY BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN GREAT PLOT NO NOTES
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Hey,
I used to live in your house. I’m drunk in Seoul, and it’s the only address I know.
Happy Holidays.
Jisung.
Or: On the path that leads Jisung to try to navigate between his dreams and the ghost of a dead rock star father, he finds Minho.
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- Part 1 of Who we are
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“Is the seat next to you taken?”
Minho looks up, fixing the round rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and finds the guy that has clearly become familiar against his will standing there, fingers curled around the strap of his bag.
“Ah. Jiwon,” he says. “I suppose this row has enough seats for both of us.”
“Jisung,” he corrects, settling down with one chair of respectful distance between them. He sounds amused by the mistake. Minho is just happy they won’t be bumping elbows. “But you can call me anything you want.”
Minho’s eyebrows shoot up. “Does that line usually work for you?”
“I don’t know,” Jisung laughs, setting his laptop on the desk and pulling out a giant can of an energy drink out of his bag. He pops it open and takes a generous swig. “It’s the first time I’ve ever used it.”
(Minho moves to Seoul with one rule at the forefront of his mind: to not give his heart away to a hockey player. Jisung breaks it for him.)
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Sometimes he thinks that Minho is right there with him, both of them teetering on the edge of the precipice like acrobats on the tips of their toes. From time to time, for short, precious moments, Jisung entertains the idea that Minho may feel the same way about him, and he lets himself breathe with it, hope with it, burn with it.
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“Hyung always wants to fuck me,” Jisung mumbles. He drops his hands from Minho’s hair, sliding them down to his shoulders and over his chest, stops right where his heart has started hammering again under the thin material of his shirt.
“You sound very sure of that,” Minho breathes.
Jisung smiles, even though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I am.”
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Or: Jisung loves Minho and Minho loves him back. If only it were that simple.
Bookmarked by kalej
10 Aug 2024