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“Oh shit—quick! Make a wish!” Jisung grabs Minho’s shoulder and jumps in place. He squeezes his eyes shut, nose wrinkled in concentration, previous conversation forgotten.
“What’d you wish for?” Minho asks, voice too soft, too reverent. Shit, he really can’t help himself.
Jisung peeks one eye open. “Aish, for you to stop looking at me like that,” he whines.
“Like what?”
Jisung circles his wrist and swings their arms lazily. The pressure of his touch sends shocks up and down Minho’s forearm.
“Like that.”
“With my eyes?”
“Seriously, hyung. Stop perceiving me.”
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minho doesn't believe wishes can come true...
until Jisung turns invisible.
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29 Jun 2026
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The very first time Minho meets him, he has that instinctive urge to protect him, to do something. He doesn’t know what he’s protecting him from, doesn’t really know why, but every time they run into each other it grows – he just wants to shield Jisung from a world trying to eat him alive.
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- Part 7 of 4th Gen Ace
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24 May 2026
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—We got married by accident and now we’re sharing a bed. This is starting to feel like cheap fanfiction.
—I’d rather die.
After an administrative mistake, Han Jisung and Lee Minho end up legally registered as a married couple under a subsidized housing program.
The solution should be simple:
fix the error.The problem is:
the rent is ridiculously cheap,
neither of them actually has anywhere else to go,
Minho cooks way too well,
Jisung has already covered the apartment in emotionally concerning post-it notes,
and maybe pretending to be married stops feeling fake after enough nights spent sleeping beside each other.Two emotionally incompetent idiots fall in love while arguing about ramen, blankets, and who left a spoon inside the refrigerator.
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19 May 2026
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Brittle and battle-worn, Cas looks at him over coffee one morning and says, "I need to go," and Dean instantly knows that he's not coming back.
He's not really sure how he knows it, but he does. It settles into the pit of his stomach, curling hot and tight like something he instinctively wants to tear out with his bare hands. He takes a breath, and it gets stuck in his throat, hitching there. It hurts, hurts, hurts when he finally exhales.
"Yeah," Dean says, "of course you do," and he nods jerkily as he looks down at his phone. He doesn't say goodbye. He doesn't look up from the screen when Cas gets up and leaves the room. He doesn't finish his coffee, or move for a long time.
By nightfall, Cas is gone.
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15 May 2026
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Jisung had spent a little over 6 years observing Minho.
He knew what the older boy liked to eat, how his skin looked when he slept badly, where his eyebrows would come to rest on his face if Jisung said something he was trying not to laugh at. Jisung supposes he could guess, with great certainty, where the sweat would land if it dripped off the tip of his nose at practice.
It was a type of closeness and comfortability you receive in waves; like little presents throughout a long friendship. Years in and Jisung would still find himself noticing something new every now and then.
A gift, Jisung thought. To still be noticing.
This was not a gift. This deep-seeded, unrelenting, love that Jisung carried with him everyday. The love that clouded his better judgement; that which made him a clumsy dancer, an unreliable friend, a mope.
This love that made him so sad, and got him out of bed every morning.
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26 Apr 2026