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Minho wishes he could see the thread linking Grandma to her other half, but it is something that only soulmates can witness. Once, she told him once about how it looks like one of the knots she crochets; she picked up the yarn, as red as her string, and showed him the split knot, placing it perfectly on Minho’s right pinky and told him; “this is what mine looks like.”
As an adult, Minho still wonders what his thread would look like; would it be soft like yarn or silky like ribbon? What shade of red would wrap around him? Is the thread on his pinky, like his Grandma’s? Or is it on a different finger? Or perhaps on his wrist… He is not too hopeful that he will ever find out, mostly because the reports on soulmate findings have become more and more rare.
Why would Lee Minho, of all people, find his?
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09 Jun 2026
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"Jisung —"
The man of the hour moves up to latch his mouth onto Minho's nipple, mouthing at it messily. It rips a keen from Minho's throat, head tilting back, hands clutching the pillow tighter and tighter. Jisung's hands don't stop their nonsense rhythm, right where Minho needs it the most, but not even remotely close to enough.
"Are you — fuck, ah — are you pretending to play your fucking gacha game on my hole?"
jisung's paying his shitty gacha rhythm game more attention than minho. but never fear! minho has a Plan.
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05 Jun 2026
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“It’d make my job easier if you took this off,” Jisung says, tugging at the hem of Minho’s hoodie.
“Right,” Minho mutters dryly, but he’s fairly quick to compliantly peel it off and toss it aside, exposing an expanse of soft, untouched skin that Jisung is anxious to claim. “So how should we…”
Jisung’s lips lift into a crooked smirk as he leans back on his hands, legs spread wide. “You can bend over my lap if you’d like.”
Minho sighs. “I’m going to regret this for the rest of my life, aren’t I.”
(or: Minho makes a deal with his annoying neighborhood demon to keep his friend safe, and something between them snaps.)
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30 May 2026
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Han Jisung, an insect archivist, preserves fragile things for a living because control is the only way he knows to quiet his symmetry OCD.
Lee Minho, a greenhouse owner who cultivates flowers, unsettles that order with steady patience. To love Minho, he must risk letting the lines blur and accept that not everything beautiful can be carefully displayed.
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27 May 2026
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Jisung is so stumped that he’s not even touching him back, his hands lie uselessly at his sides as Minho drags his warm lips over his jawline. He’s startled back into the moment when Minho nips his chin. His hands grip the dancer’s legs instinctively.
Minho straightens so they’re eye-to-eye again. His features look sharper in the dim light, dark hair falls over his eyes, and he shakes his head to get it out of the way.
“Am I doing something wrong?” he asks, wide-eyed and concerned.
“No!” Jisung denies, spurred into action by the question and grabbing him by the waist. “No. You’re perfect, I’m just—I didn’t know this was... I had no idea you—”
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Minho is the sparkling diamond of the Moulin Rouge. Jisung might be a little bit obsessed with him.
Bookmarked by linosaurus
25 May 2026