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"Who are you writing all of these love songs about?"
The question is asked in the recording booth before every comeback. Sometimes it's the sound engineer with a laugh. Once it was an intern who had to forward the lyrics to the higher-ups. It's very often Changbin who drops it like a passing joke, just happy enough to have some lyrics on paper before a deadline. And it's almost always Chan, whose eyes light up and dim just as quickly when Jisung shrugs his shoulders, mutters about it being about a friend they hadn't met or about the leads from a drama he was watching.
But when Minho stays in the studio long after he was needed, melts into the hoodie Jisung could swear he had been wearing for the past four days and asks the question as though he were asking about the weather, the very walls of the recording booth begin to shatter.
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Jisung thought that getting older would bring him wisdom, some creaky joints, and maybe a little more money to spend on their cats.
Not a chronic illness, new fears, and a relationship that might be falling apart.Series
- Part 14 of 4th Gen Ace
Bookmarked by juliptree33
22 Jun 2026
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this one was really beautiful and intimate in its own way.
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Jisung's got the mother of all crushes on Chan, the hot third year who helps out with his composition class.
Chan's weird (hot) friend complicates things.
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Bookmarked by juliptree33
04 Jun 2026
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A good one. Jisung has my heart. God it can be so hard to communicate. It is challenging sometimes to hear what someone tells you and not let your beliefs about yourself take it and transform it into something malicious against you. I always worry that no one would want to sort those things out with you. But evidently both Jisung and Minho can 🥺
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Minho had spent the last 150 years searching for the mortal he once called his own. He was looking for a grave, maybe. Bones, probably.
What he didn't expect was to find him in the present, with fangs bared, crimson-eyed, and staring straight through him like they'd never met.
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It starts like this: a look exchanged in a bar he went to alone. Trying to forget something, trying to remember something else. A wry smile, a hand on the small of his back.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
When has Jisung ever said no to that?
A quick drive back to campus–oh, he’s a student here, too. Maybe they have classes together. Maybe that’s why he looked familiar. Or maybe everyone looks familiar after a couple cocktails.
His roommate isn’t home. They can be loud and they are.
“This stays between us, okay? I’m just…experimenting.”
Jisung has been someone’s secret before. He doesn’t know if it’s good or bad this time, but it’s something. And this guy isn’t being cruel. He knows cruel and he knows kind and the smile he’s given after he agrees to secrecy is not bad.
Maybe that’s the booze talking, but he’d much rather the booze control the conversation than for it to be left up to him. Pretty boys have a way of making Jisung stupid.
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OR: what do you get when you mix college students, unrequited love, and secrets that were never meant to come to light? A big fucking mess, that’s what.
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Bookmarked by juliptree33
13 Mar 2026
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these kids, growing and changing and evolving, moving out, changing careers, but ultimately coming back together. My heart goes out to my boys, and especially Minho, seungmin, and changbin. ❤️