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"I said ‘hi handsome’," the man repeated his greeting. Now Minho could hear him well.
"Can I help you with something?" Minho asked, a small smirk on his lips upon hearing the man's words. They maintained eye contact, both of them studying each other, looking for something that Minho at least couldn’t name.
"I was thinking... Mr. DJ, could you play a song for me?" The man asked, tilting his head slightly, eyes half-lidded.
Minho swallowed.
"You know, I don't normally take song requests," Minho explained. At Hellevator, he had specific segments when he would take song requests, but at T&T, it was different.
The man pouted, his eyebrows arching gently.
OR: Minho has been offered DJ gigs at one of the city's most popular nightclubs. There, his eyes land on someone with the most divine boba eyes in the middle of the dance floor. It feels like fate - but is it?
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Preparing to start a new chapter of his life working in the polished elite world of plastic surgery, Doctor Lee Minho is suddenly jerked into the past when a memory he’d long given up on reaches out. Flying to the remote protected island of Aear he hopes to get answers and find closure for wounds left to rot by his best friend’s sudden disappearance years ago.
Landing on pristine beaches he’s thrown into a world he could never have imagined where instead of answers he finds lies, heartbreak, and the cutest cult leader/nurse from hell… oh, and fucking mermaids.
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“Please.” Wiggling his eyebrows Jisung flashes a teasing grin. “If I wanted to kill you I wouldn’t have purposefully missed when I threw the coffee cup.”Snorting at his joke Minho wades in up to his calves before coming to a stop. “Like hell you missed. Your aim sucks...."
(Jisung is a sassy smart-ass who hates Minho on sight. Minho is stubborn, whipped and wants Jisung...badly)
🙏 If mermaids aren't your thing, I hope you will still give this a try! I was aiming for unique, fun, angsty and lots of Minsung love.
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Heart rabbiting, Minho peels his hoodie away from his chest and peers down, because surely he forgot to take the alpha’s shirt off this morning, and that’s what he’s smelling—but he has no such luck.
He’s going crazy. He must be. He’s imagined smells before, the most random things at random times, but he’s never sensed them this vividly, like he could reach out and touch the alpha, taste the chocolate and orange all the way on the back of his tongue—
Minho chuckles quietly to himself, humorless, maniacal. This is simply not happening.
(or: The anonymous alpha whose clothes Minho has been buying for months ends up in his class; Jisung can't figure out how his new project partner could be so sour, yet so sweet.)
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There's a pamphlet somewhere with Minho's whole childhood in it. Emotional numbing. A common trauma response. They gave it to his grandmother, patted her hand, and sent the two of them home into the rain.
He hadn't noticed anything was off. Trust other children to do the noticing, that unpaid council of experts on the playground, forever asking why his face just stayed shut when everyone else's flew open at the smallest thing.
He wakes on the couch with an alien boy sat on his chest and two small fingers hooking the corners of his mouth upwards.
"What are you doing."
"Making yours go like mine."
OR: local recluse Lee Minho, afraid of nothing much except the rain, finds the thing the village swears is a monster in the woods—and lets it stay.
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Jisung cleared his throat. “Why... why are they all...” he began, tracing circles around his own face with his fingertip.
“Tired? They had to get up super early and a lot of them didn't really appreciate it, but—”
“No!” Jisung interrupted him. “Why are they all old?” he whispered.
Giving Jisung a knowing punch on the shoulder, Minho burst out laughing as if he had just heard the best joke of the year, his head tilting back as his whole body shook with laughter. Seeing that Jisung did not share his mood and was watching him with barely concealed horror, he abruptly stopped laughing.
“Oh no, you are serious…” Jisung nodded. “Well, Jisung… Welcome to the Lavenders Retirement Home’s annual trip!”
Or. Jisung should definitely have read the fine prints before signing up for that shockingly inexpensive organized trip to Japan instead of going to his exams. He’s now stuck with a bunch of venerable aged people and, thankfully, a hot and caring nurse.
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21 Sep 2026
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“Master, I didn’t get it… that last position, you have to show me.” He couldn’t explain why, but he wasn’t ready to let this go, not able to wait until tomorrow. “Please.”
Minho kept walking with determined steps. Jisung hurried after him, and following right behind, a camera person was filming all of it. “I can’t practise on my own if you won’t show me.”
Minho still wasn’t answering. Arriving at a house, Minho stopped at the door, turning around, speaking clearly as if he were talking to a child. “You can practise on your own. Patience. You practise patience.”
The comedian Han Jisung and a group of other celebrities are filming the reality series Shaolin Souls in a temple far up in the mountains, where they delve right into the most challenging, pain inducing Kung Fu training you can think of.
Unluckily, one of the masters training them turns out to be the most gorgeous man Jisung has ever seen, immediately reminding him of the vow he's made to lose his virginity before the end of summer. But Shaolin masters don’t hook up, right? They don’t initiate passionate sexual relationships with the students… and they definitely do not fall in love, either. Or, do they?
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04 Oct 2026