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“He has so many imaginary friends— we all thought he was making you up—” Shota’s dad rushes to explain. He’s blushing furiously. “Chan said he’s never seen anyone—”
“Well,” Jeonghan laughs. He’s been waiting for this moment. “Usually Chan is too busy flirting with some guy on the playground to notice.”
Shota’s dad makes a little noise, almost defeated. His face scrunches up, and for the first time he looks just like Shota. Jeonghan’s chest hurts a little bit.
“Okay. This has been really insightful,” he says. He waves a hand in the air, eyes failing to meet Jeonghan’s. “I’m going to have to talk with him about that— uh— I’m sorry, you’ve been, like, babysitting my kid three times a week, apparently.”
(OR: Seungcheol learns about the inherent homoeroticism of sitting on a park bench with his kid’s imaginary friend.)
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Truly, what are the chances, Seungkwan wonders, that of all the men in the city he could have run into and spontaneously connected with, he chose Seungcheol’s baby brother?
Unfortunately, Seungkwan is the type to believe in timing. Fate. Serendipity. All that other bullshit. He’s clearly being punished. Tested by the universe. Given everything he could ask for, only for it to be ripped out from under him in the most unfortunate manner possible.
(OR: Seungkwan accidentally sleeps with Seungcheol's brother, acts totally normal about it, fights fate, and succumbs to it— in that order.)
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“You turned me,” Hansol says. That’s what’s happened. He’s sure. He lifts his thumb to his mouth anyway, pressing the pad into his canine. It doesn’t quite break the skin, but it’s sharp enough that it could. “Did I die?”
“Not quite,” Jeonghan plucks the pen out from behind his ear, holding it between his teeth to uncap it. He picks up his notebook and scribbles something down. “It was close. Not as close as Channie, but close enough that we were worried. You’ve been out for about a month.”
“Oh, fuck,” Hansol pushes himself to sit, but gets so dizzy that he slumps back down right away. “I missed Return of the Jedi?”
(OR: learning how to be a vampire, flirting with homosexuality, and the summer of 1983.)
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Lee Chan is a weapon: flawless, silent, and utterly broken.
Jeon Wonwoo is the analyst tasked with assessing the new, dangerous variable in his elite team. He expects a liability. He doesn't expect a ghost walking in a dead man's skin, or the devastating, compulsive need to find the human being inside the perfect operative.
In the grey world of the Athenaeum Initiative, trust is a vulnerability, and home is a moving target you choose to survive with.
[Cross-posted on Wattpad under the same username]