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Jisung suddenly remembered how it all started — the moment he first noticed Minho, the exact second he stepped into the church about a year ago, looking like he’d taken a wrong turn on the way to a nightclub. His shirt clung in all the wrong places, and his hair was tousled like he'd just rolled out of bed and couldn’t care less who was watching. He looked like someone who didn’t belong there. Like someone who only came to church to be a distraction.
And it worked — because ever since then, Jisung hadn’t quite remembered how to focus properly around him. Not once. Not even during mass.
(OR: Minho just wanted to tease. Jisung just wanted to pray. Now the rosary’s somewhere it shouldn’t be, and God’s definitely not listening)
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The problem with fucking yourself with a 14-inch squid tentacle dildo is that in the event of an intruder, it’s a bit of a difficult situation in which to run and hide. Partly because of the squelching noise it makes when pulled out, partly because you’re butt-naked with your legs up in the air.
But how likely is this to ever happen to anybody? There must be like a 0.000005% chance.
And apparently that 0.00000.5% includes Jisung.
He lies there, legs in the air, staring in shock at whoever the fuck just climbed in the window because, honestly, what else is he meant to fucking do?! It’s not as if there’s an etiquette for this situation.
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Minho is running from the police. Jisung's house is his only hiding place.
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- Part 1 of They've Come for Me...
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14 Feb 2026
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In the moments before you die, you get seven minutes of consciousness. A mosaic of your life, your memories, dreams and everything in between.
Jisung was Minho’s seven minutes.
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Searching for death in all the wrong places, bounty hunter Han Jisung gets the opportunity of a lifetime… the chance to repay his debts and help his closest friend at the same time. The cost? Only his freedom… and possibly his life. But that’s okay, he never asked for it anyway.
Will Jisung find his end? Or is the vampire he sells himself to the beginning he hadn't known he was searching for?
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Fighting sleep, Jisung’s words come out slurred. “I’d love to be able to talk to animals. I’d have so many friends.”
“Friends?” Minho questions. “Not pets?”
“I can’t have pets…” He replies while snuggling deeper into his pillow. “… I’m a slave. I’m already the pet.”
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Minho’s caged bird sings the most beautiful songs, and he wants nothing more than to free it. To dismantle the golden bars that keep Han’s heart cast in shadows and watch him bloom in freedom.
The most stunning of creatures, it is a crime to chain him. A spirit like Han’s deserves to be free.Or- Bounty hunter Han Jisung is sold to vampire Lee Minho to complete a job. One is broken, the other lost… but together, they could be complete.
Please don’t let the length of the fic scare you away…
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“What’s… happening,” mumbles Hyunjin. “Why’s there food for, like. Ten?”
“It’s for them.” Felix nods at Jisung and Minho, seated at the little table beside their stash of takeout.
Hyunjin is silent. Then, “Oh Christ, another one of their stupid contests.”
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Best friends Jisung and Minho have always had a knack for turning everything into a competition—who can shower faster, who can eat more, who can sooner find a meaningless hookup at a party. It’s when they overstep (or, in Jisung’s case, trip over) the boundary between being friends and more that Jisung finds he cares far less about losing their little games than he does about losing Minho.