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“I thought I’d lost you,” the man says.
Jisung shrugs, “I’m right here, Minho,” he feels himself saying.
Minho smiles at him fondly, then reaches over and grabs his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Come on,” he says, and then he’s pulling Jisung back through the door with him, into the light.
And then Jisung wakes up.
He blinks his eyes open slowly, pushing his hair away from his face and searching for his clock.
7am. Way too early to be awake on a weekend.
And who the fuck is Minho?
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25 Jun 2026
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“Minho, listen to me. Whatever you do, don’t bite him, okay?”
“Bite,” Minho repeats foggily, liking the way the word feels in his mouth, between his teeth.
“I wouldn’t usually be concerned about your control, but with you two…”
“Us two.” He thinks about it. He’s never let himself think of them as an us before. Jisung continues to linger by the door, so close, painfully close. Within claiming distance. Just a scant inch or two of door between them.
“He’s your blind spot,” Chan says matter-of-factly.
“Blind spot?”
There’s a short sigh. “This conversation is going nowhere. I’m coming over, okay? Minho? I’m coming.”
“Minho?” Jisung asks again, and he can feel himself smiling, sunning in the sound of his voice.
“Sung-ah,” Minho says warmly, phone slipping from his hand and thunking softly against the carpeted floor. “Omega.”
Jisung presents late, panics, and hides it from his friends. As the weeks pass, Minho is haunted by a mystery scent that calls to him like nothing ever has before.
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24 Jun 2026
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When Minho first meets Jisung, he’s been given six months to live.
“Could be a year, if he’s lucky,” says Chan, the man who answers the door for Minho and introduces himself as Jisung’s best friend.
Jisung, the tiny, wisp of a thing sitting in a wheelchair with a pink beanie on his head and a green knit blanket covering his lap, smiles mildly. “Channie’s an optimist,” he says. He waits until the other man walks into a different room to add, “I’ve never been lucky.”
(Or: Jisung is dying. Minho gets hired as his death doula.)
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23 Jun 2026
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“Jisung?”
He blinked at the space in front of him. The door was open, but he hadn’t noticed it do so. In its place was a man, hair and clothes ruffled as if he’d been sleeping, but his face didn’t look tired. He was alarmed, dark eyes widened as he stared at Jisung.
Jisung bit his lip. “Hi, hyung.”(or: Jisung moves halfway across the world after losing everything and learns to find himself again.)
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20 Jun 2026
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"Peaches," he says. His voice is soft and unexpectedly gentle. "You brought me peaches."
"Um. Yes?" Jisung winces inside. Why did he say it like a question?
"Beautiful," the man whispers, eyes locked on Jisung, but then they flick back down to the peaches. "The peaches; they're beautiful.
Or: Jisung is a farmer’s boy who quickly grows close to the village’s new stranger.
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20 Jun 2026