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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.”
Just Chan’s mistake leads omega Jisung to develop a mint addiction.- Language:
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29 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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By the time he's cleaned up his small home, the sun is gone, replaced by her luminous twin. He throws on another log to keep the fire going while he sleeps. As Jisung sets about to clean his dishes, he pauses, ears twitching.
Firewood popping, the grass breathing, and in the distance, silent footsteps falling.
They're outside, whoever is here, and they don't want to be found, because when Jisung flicks his eyes to look through the window in front of him, he doesn't see any shadows moving and only sees his reflection staring back at him, orange from the firelight. But someone's out there, he can sense it, and it's not Felix or Chan.
Jisung slowly exhales through his nose and gently places the bowl in his hands into the basin. The movement stops and his heart runs into overdrive. They can see him. They can see him. And he can't see them.
Or// Jisung is half man-half dragon with a king’s bounty on his head, isolated on the outskirts of a village that protects him. Minho is a monster hunter come to slay him, but Jisung isn’t the beast the king makes him out to be.
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- Part 3 of HJS Bingo Round 1
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25 Jun 2026
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Falling angel, where did you put your halo?
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Secrets are hard to keep from those we love. This was a fact that Chan knew all too well. He loved his members and he shared every piece of himself with them - except the biggest, and most vital. Chan was cursed.
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17 Jun 2026