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“ Lee fucking Minho?” Jisung blurted, blinking in confusion.
It had to be a dream. Or a fever hallucination from too much instant ramen. But no - standing in front of him, was the Lee Minho. Korea’s heartthrob. Actor of the year. Walking Gucci campaign. The dude who made crying in a drama look sexy.
Minho didn’t even flinch. Just huffed out a breath, eyes darting to the front window.
“Hide me.” His eyes flicked to the door “ now.”
They’re falling in love in a convenience store. That’s the plot.
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01 Jul 2026
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Jisung tugged the shirt free, already pressing it to his nose before his brain caught up.
And froze.
Because it wasn’t caramel.
It wasn’t Chan.
It was mint.
Not sharp, antiseptic mint - the kind he usually hated. Softer. Fresher. Like mint tea still steaming on a wooden table.
He inhaled again, greedy, and fell flat onto his back. The fabric was crushed to his face, his lungs filling like they hadn’t worked properly in years.
“Oh my fucking god.”
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01 Jul 2026
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“What the hell are you talking about?” Jisung’s voice wavered. He scrambled back until his spine hit the wall.
The man sighed dramatically, and with a flick of his wrist, a scroll materialized in his hand. Jisung’s breath caught in his throat.
The stranger cleared his throat before reading aloud, his voice echoing through the room:
“God help me. Anyone help me. Please.”
Then, shoving the scroll under Jisung’s nose, he pointed at the bottom. “Look. Your name’s right here.”
Jisung’s eyes locked onto the thick, black cursive. Han Jisung.
His stomach twisted.
“You shouldn’t throw your words in the air like that” the man tsked. “You might end up summoning something.”
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30 Jun 2026
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Someone else was there.
A presence to his right and Jisung’s pulse skipped in the worst possible way.
“Well,” Minho drawled, leaning casually against the wall beside him “that’s a pretty uncomfortable position.”
“No shit” Jisung hissed, still struggling.
“Fuck off” the other vampire snarled over his shoulder. “Find your own dinner.”
Minho laughed. A soft, airy giggle that absolutely did not belong in an alley where someone was about to die.
Jisung honestly wondered if he was hallucinating.
Pinned to a wall by a vampire he nearly killed, and another immortal one appears like this is some sick comedy show.
“Did you miss me, Jisung?” Minho asked, tilting his head with a small pout.
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29 Jun 2026
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minho is jisung's older brother's (hot) best friend. at least he's supposed to be only that. but he's also annoyingly smug and apparently has a thing for jisung.
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28 Jun 2026