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It feels as if the whole world stops the second his eyes land on the King of Hell. His image didn't really do him that much justice. He is still dressed wholly in black, save for a silver chain holding together the lapels of his cloak, that swishes behind him, as he rounds the table to his throne, nonchalantly sitting down and gazing at Jisoo.
Oh, Hell, those eyes. If Jisoo thought they were boring into his soul before, he underestimated their power, as in a single glance he has an urge to get on his knees and submit to the King.
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His soul for his brother's life sounds fair.Jisoo made a peace with the fact, that he's going to Hell.
And maybe, Hell is not what it seems and it's not going to be all pain and torture. Especially with how the Devil looks at him.
And maybe, Jisoo is not who he seems to be either.
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27 Apr 2026
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There are some irrevocable truths in this world.
One of them is that Mingyu adores Seokmin like no other person ever will.
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02 Mar 2026
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“Hyung it’s fine. Aish, don’t make a big deal out of this. I’m sure Seokmin-ah is nice and clean.” he defends good-naturedly, pausing when Jeonghan lets out a quiet “Oh god.”
“No?” Mingyu asks when the older begins to chuckle. Seokmin ignores the burning in his cheeks to glare at his hyung. “I’m clean!” he rebuts with a pout. “Seriously I am!” he adds desperately when Jeonghan only laughs harder.
“Oh god…” Seungcheol laughs, patting Mingyu on the shoulder, “Guess you have a hell of a year ahead of you buddy.”
If only he knew.
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Or Seokmin and Mingyu are roommates who learn to support (and love) each other through all the ups and downs of university and life
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25 Jan 2026
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Mingyu wakes up to soft warmth on his neck. The feeling is ticklish—almost annoyingly so. He squirms, eyelids squeezing tighter together without ever even opening. Close to his ear, a fond chuckle, one he knows as well as breathing, rings out.
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24 Jan 2026

