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“Oh shit—quick! Make a wish!” Jisung grabs Minho’s shoulder and jumps in place. He squeezes his eyes shut, nose wrinkled in concentration, previous conversation forgotten.
“What’d you wish for?” Minho asks, voice too soft, too reverent. Shit, he really can’t help himself.
Jisung peeks one eye open. “Aish, for you to stop looking at me like that,” he whines.
“Like what?”
Jisung circles his wrist and swings their arms lazily. The pressure of his touch sends shocks up and down Minho’s forearm.
“Like that.”
“With my eyes?”
“Seriously, hyung. Stop perceiving me.”
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minho doesn't believe wishes can come true...
until Jisung turns invisible.
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13 Jan 2026
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“We are all animals, dressed up in our finery. Hoping the silk and brocade and the manners will keep our primal instincts at bay. That somehow it will leash the beast inside us. Don't you feel it?”
The Duke had been awakening the beast inside of him since they met. The hot, almost angry surge of desire inside him. To press close to Minho's body, to feel his hands and lips upon him. The beat of it pulsed within him, hot and heady.
The salty smell of humid skin and something else lying below. If he pulled off Minho's cravat would he be able to smell him? The real him. The scent of the alpha beast that lived inside his handsome body. Under the silk and skin.
His unpresented nose was too weak to pick up such things, but if he pressed close? As close as their clothes and flesh would allow. If he placed his nose right on the warm spot between the Duke's neck and shoulder, would he be able to smell it then? Perhaps using his tongue could help. If he could taste it–
Or: Unpresented Jisung returns to town for the summer and goes into a snap presentation heat at a public ball, while dancing with Duke Minho Lee.
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“Why did you do it?” Minho’s voice almost gets carried away by the wind like a stray leaf, one Jisung would step on and be greeted with the dissatisfying lack of a crunch.
Jisung doesn’t need to ask what “it” is. Why did he leave without saying goodbye, why did he let what happened happen without the consequences, why did he let Minho feel the way he felt, and why did Jisung not allow himself the same luxury?
It's the same answer Jisung has as to why he’s anxious and sad sometimes; he just is. He just did it. But he didn’t. It was more.
“I don’t know,” Jisung says. It’s easier to lie.
(OR: When an interaction between rockstar Han Jisung and pop prince Lee Minho goes viral, management jumps on the opportunity for a joint press run. Minho and Jisung's history complicates things.)
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31 Aug 2024
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For as long as Jisung has known Chan, ever since he came into Jisung's life when Jisung was twelve, he has always been a fucking saint. Always patient, always kind, always indulging Jisung wholeheartedly in everything. It's why Jisung has been in love with him since he was old enough to recognize it for what it was. Nevermind the fact that Chan is his fucking stepbrother. Neither heats nor hearts seem to care about that.