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“Your car is really pretty,” Jisung said, startling himself and the man standing a few feet away.
The man turned to him, Jisung shrinking under his gaze.
He tipped his head at Jisung, eyes piercing, “You like my car?”...
Two. Four. Eight. Sixteen. He’d worked so hard for so long and he’d ruined it. It didn’t matter what he did, he would never be good enough. Hours and hours and hours of spent hunched over his tablet, over textbooks, pages scattered across his desk, and it still wasn’t enough.
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“That’s not what – I’m not –” Jisung took a moment to collect himself, breath stuttering his chest in a way noticeable to Minho as his smile had fallen. “You know I am trans, right?”
One-two-three-four. The tears were already welling in his eyes, vice around his chest crushing his ribs to dust. His palms were still flat on the table, fingers curling in, nails catching on the wood, a splinter lodging itself in his nailbed.OR – Feet sinking into the mud of his life, still in the first steps of his transition, Jisung was not meant for kindness or understanding. Then a red Porsche, a soft smile, hands gripping his. Something better than any love he’d experienced before.
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26 Dec 2025
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“Hyung,” Seungmin says quietly, hovering by the door. Even in the dark, Minho can immediately tell that Seungmin is wearing the same hoodie he was wearing the first time. God, maybe he really will die. “You're sure?”
Minho breathes out a laugh, fond. “Yes, Seungmin. Come here.”
Seungmin doesn't need to be told twice, apparently, because he's crossing the room and climbing into Minho’s bed as soon as he gets the confirmation he was asking for, settling on the open side of the bed. Minho doesn't even get a chance to speak again before Seungmin’s grabbing his face and pressing their mouths together, enthusiastic and desperate.
Only now does Minho realize what had been bothering him. It wasn’t anything that had already happened. He was wanting something that hadn't happened, and that something is this. Kissing Seungmin again, running his hands along the warm skin of the younger’s waist, hearing the soft whimpers that escape when Minho digs his teeth into the flesh of Seungmin’s lips.
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26 Dec 2025
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“What are you doing here?” Seungmin asks, his voice shaky and quiet. He tries to straighten up a bit, to appear more confident, but he's so, so, so tired. He slumps back into himself, wanting to suddenly learn how to teleport and get back to the safety of his apartment. “If you're gonna laugh, do it now.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Minho asks, furrowing his eyebrows. “Dude, you just had a panic attack and you think I’m going to laugh at you?”
(or; Seungmin has a panic attack, and his 'enemy' Minho finds him. Cue an unexpected friendship, and something more.)
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26 Dec 2025
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“Everything okay?” Changbin asked, voice rough with sleep but still concerned, rather than angry.
“Uhm, I— yeah? I uh.” Chan licked his lips, nervous and feeling silly, stupid. “There’s a vampire in my closet.”
There were a few beats of silence, on the other end of the line, nothing but the faint staticky crackle of the connection. “There’s a what in your where?” Changbin finally asked.
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Sleep paralysis is a potentially frightening phenomenon which may occur before falling asleep or upon waking. During an episode, studies have gathered hallucinations to be likely while the sleeper is aware but incapable of movement or speech, often able to see, hear, feel or sense a presence in the room. This ‘presence’ is frequently reported as an intrusive figure which may be accompanied by whispers, feelings of pressure on the body and an intense emotional response. Historically, it has been regarded as a ‘demonic visitation.’
"Nope! Ha-ha, nope, fuck this." Jisung kicks away on his desk chair, abandoning both the website and a particularly stunned Chan altogether. "'Potentially frightening' my fucking ass."
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Chan can't fall asleep.
When he feels like he's tried every method to help him relax, a particular youtuber who creates ASMR content catches his attention, and the sound of his voice helps.. until it doesn't.Bookmarked by interludemoondrop
23 Dec 2025