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“What if we did?” He asks.
“What?” Jisung looks at him. His eyes shine with hope that Minho doesn’t want to crush.
“Went somewhere,” Minho says as the idea comes to him. “Somewhere out of town where no one knows us. Spring break’s coming up soon.”
Jisung’s brows shoot up. “Yeah?” He all but squeaks in anticipation.
“The coast is a few hours away,” Minho continues. His heart rate picks up speed as the words come to mind and instantly leave his mouth. “We could drive down to one of the less popular beaches. Just us.”
Jisung pulls back to face him fully. He’s skeptical, but his face has already lit up. “You’re serious?”
“Yeah,” Minho says, forcing a smile. “Why not?”
Was it worth it?
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16 Jun 2026
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Heartbreaking story, the dark thing is so realistically done.
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“Please. Can we… can we just have sex?”
The question hung in the air; insane and just absolutely incredulous. Minho, the demon feared by even his own kind, could do nothing but just stare. His bloodshot eyes wide with what looked like a mixture of disbelief, incredulity and rage. He didn't answer, couldn't answer. Hell he had no answer. He had nothing to pull out, had no frame of reference for any of this.
Chan didn’t wait for one. He couldn't. The last thread of his sanity had snapped, officially. He needed to feel something other than this soul-crushing emptiness. He needed a distraction, a violent, consuming act to blot out the memory of his girlfriend’s betrayal. He stepped back, his hands fumbling with the hem of his shirt, and in one fluid motion, stripped it off.
(Or; It's Christmas eve and Chan had caught his girlfriend cheating on him. Pushed past his breaking point, he does the unthinkable and pulls the terrifying ghost/demon that has long tormented him for a kiss. He somehow doesn't get torn apart, and istead, he gets a reaction. Chan, miserable, desperate to forget and just longing for any kind of connection, decides to take things a step further.)
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"—I don't know how to tell him, though, Felix. I'm scared."
The voice that came through the door was soft and diffused but unmistakably Jisung's. And it was the quality of it that stopped Minho in his tracks, that made his hand freeze halfway to his own doorknob across the hall. Because Jisung's voice is usually a thing of sharp angles and sudden crescendos, all squeaky indignation and theatrical wailing and chaotic affection. But this voice, this voice was something else entirely.
Jisung sounds put out.
Minho has never heard him sound so put out in his life.
Minho overhears something he wasn't supposed to.
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02 Jun 2026
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Such a beautiful sincere story, it was so heartwarming ❤️
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“I think you’re lying, all the time. I think you think about me too.”
Jisung is close again, in a place he should never have entered. A place Minho had willingly opened to him, luring him into his den. A wolf trapping an unsuspecting lamb; pretty, blinking up at him with trembling eyes. Trembling eyes, but a steady, manly voice. Half a man; apparently more of one than Minho himself.
“Because I do think about you, professor Lee.”
For the sake of his less-than-likely redemption, Minho wants to think he’s not the one who bridges the distance. For the sake of his poor, rotten soul, he decides to think it’s Jisung who leans in further. And if his own back is no longer touching the wood of his chair, and he’s leaning over the desk just barely, then it’s a secret between him and hell.
Or Professor Minho shouldn’t fall for his new research assistant and his sweet, sad, angry eyes. He still does.
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Hey,” Chan says, grabbing Jisung’s shoulder. Jisung immediately jerks up. Practically yanks his headphones off when he realizes that it’s Chan.
“What did the doctor say?” Jisung asks.
And right, yeah.
“You kinda, uh, fucked me into an omega.”
Jisung blinks, “Oh.”
Jisung fucks Chan’s hole so sloppy that his body decides to make a new one.