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Ash grey hair framed artfully around his face, sharp eyes and cheekbones and a full mouth; the stranger looks like an idol if Chan ever saw one. Or a fuckin’ angel sent from up high.
Then he says in a clementine-sweet lilt, “Lee Minho, ’98. If I was your sleep paralysis demon and attacked you in the middle of the night, how would you react?”
Chan blinks. “What.”
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17 May 2026
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Bang Chan puts an insurmountable amount of pressure on himself to be perfect as the leader of 3Racha. His entire life flips upside down when the new choreographer arrives. A fated mate is not a part of Chan's ten year plan.
“Does it feel like your chest is caving in, too? Cuz it kind of feels like I’m being ripped apart,” Chan whispers after a while. Minho chuckles.
“No. No, it just feels like I woke up and can see a new color now. But only when you smile… or talk. Or move.”- Language:
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17 May 2026
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“We’re searching for clues,” Chan said, finally offering Jisung an explanation as to what in the world they were doing. “Hence, I am actively searching through a dumpster, trying to solve this mystery.”
“The mystery of why Minho keeps heatedly making out with you before leaving for work?” Jisung wondered, his lips drawn wide in a wicked grin. “I don’t see you complaining."
Or, Minho has made a recent habit of kissing Chan at any given opportunity and Chan cannot for the life of him figure out why. This is the story of him finally getting it.
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17 May 2026
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There was something still so gentle about the way he moved against Seungmin, despite the filth curling against his tongue.
As if Seungmin was an instrument Minho’s practised fingers have plucked again and again.
He’s almost too sure he’ll remember this when he wakes up.
The one where Seungmin is confused why Minho is his husband. (hint: accidental time travels)
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24 Apr 2026
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The silence stretched to the very edge of bearable in the dark room. Seungmin’s gaze dropped to Minho’s mouth, his mind racing at full speed.
“Sometimes it doesn’t work out…” Seungmin whispered. The courage came from somewhere unknown, pushing his hand to slide beneath the covers until his fingers found Minho’s, intertwining them. “How do we find out if it does?” His voice trembled, but his grip on Minho’s hand was steady. He held his breath, waiting, not entirely sure what he was asking for, but unable to stop himself from asking it anyway.
Minho’s thumb stroked the back of Seungmin’s hand, his gaze lifting from Seungmin’s mouth straight to his eyes, searching for any trace of hesitation, any flicker of doubt.
“Are you asking me to kiss you, Seungmin?” Minho murmured, his tone dripping with warmth and something softer. The corner of his lips twitched, not quite a smile, not quite a tease, either.
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Seungmin had never been kissed before.
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14 Apr 2026