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"What do you mean you found a ferret? Just leave it alone," Jisung sighed heavily into the phone. "Why are you freaking out about the ferret?"
Felix didn't even think there were ferrets in the wild - he hadn't even thought about their existence besides when one was directly in front of his face. So, he thought about ferrets very little in his life. But now, the little white creature was staring at him from inside of a bush, teeth bared as Felix tried to put out his hand and 'pspsps' at it like he does to Minho's cats.
"Why is there one out here? I don't want to just leave it out here - it's cold! What if it dies? Then I'll have a ferret death on my conscience! What if it haunts me?" Felix argued.
In which Felix finds an abandoned ferret and brings it home, not knowing it was a ferret that could (sometimes) turn into a(n extremely attractive) man.
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28 Jan 2026
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“What do you like?” he asks, making a sweeping gesture over the variety of fruits he’s brought.
Minho glances down silently at the fruit, then back up to Chan a look of confusion on his face. In the end, he tries, “Which do you like?” His voice is soft, contemplative.
“Nuh uh,” Chan denies immediately. “This is about you. Which fruit?”
His hands wring in his lap, over the sheets. He hems and haws for a few moments, his eyes darting between the fruit and Chan. Chan waits patiently for an answer, his face politely blank, not hurrying him. Minho is reluctant to make decisions of his own, so Chan can force him into decision-making.
Minho learns the weight of making decisions. Chan is patient with him as he learns.
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20 Jan 2026
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“Look, I know it’s fun to party at clubs, get wasted and maybe hit on someone,” Chan says. “Been there, done that. But I’m well past my prime, so I should be—”
“Sitting on the couch, watching Eyes Of Dawn and sipping podoju?” Seungmin arches his eyebrow.
“Maybe.”
“Hyung, you‘re far from old.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being old. Let me age gracefully.” Chan’s not going to shovel cash into the beauty industry’s gullet to smear anti-wrinkle cream on his face. Those advertisements are plastered all over his Instagram, but you know what? They can kiss his fucking ass.
But the truth is that omegas age like milk and alphas like wine.
Chan with a count of thirty-two years probably lost the submissive-breedable factor on the threshold to thirty. Which is why every alpha that talks to him is totally just being friendly.
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14 Jan 2026
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Preparing to start a new chapter of his life working in the polished elite world of plastic surgery, Doctor Lee Minho is suddenly jerked into the past when a memory he’d long given up on reaches out. Flying to the remote protected island of Aear he hopes to get answers and find closure for wounds left to rot by his best friend’s sudden disappearance years ago.
Landing on pristine beaches he’s thrown into a world he could never have imagined where instead of answers he finds lies, heartbreak, and the cutest cult leader/nurse from hell… oh, and fucking mermaids.
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“Please.” Wiggling his eyebrows Jisung flashes a teasing grin. “If I wanted to kill you I wouldn’t have purposefully missed when I threw the coffee cup.”Snorting at his joke Minho wades in up to his calves before coming to a stop. “Like hell you missed. Your aim sucks...."
(Jisung is a sassy smart-ass who hates Minho on sight. Minho is stubborn, whipped and wants Jisung...badly)
🙏 If mermaids aren't your thing, I hope you will still give this a try! I was aiming for unique, fun, angsty and lots of Minsung love.
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02 Jan 2026
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He’s halfway through his second jellyfish when he feels it. The prickle in the back of his neck, as if there are eyes drilling physical holes into his body. The familiar feeling of someone staring at him.
Minho whips around, eyes squinted against the sun, scanning every crevice of the rocks, every nook and outcrop, searching for something. But it’s just him, the sand, and the water crashing against the rocks.
(Minho goes to the beach for inspiration for his art. One day, he notices he’s being watched.)
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01 Jan 2026