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Han Jisung died 1999 in a car accident. Minho can't let him go.
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Here’s the thing:
Having a crush and being in love are two points on a spectrum, but only hypothetically. Two points on opposite ends of a line, except Jisu never was good at sticking to the straight line, and her feelings for Minhee grew enough to take the form of one perfect circle. An ouroboros. To crush on and to love—heads or tails? Even Jisu doesn’t know—she loses her head and bites her own tail, foolish in her ignorance of the fact that there’s supposed to be a line. Some lines shouldn’t be crossed, but tell that to the little snakes that rule Jisu’s heart.
OR: Three stops on the road to Han Jisu finally giving in.
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- Part 1 of carabiner on my heartloops
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“I think you’re lying, all the time. I think you think about me too.”
Jisung is close again, in a place he should never have entered. A place Minho had willingly opened to him, luring him into his den. A wolf trapping an unsuspecting lamb; pretty, blinking up at him with trembling eyes. Trembling eyes, but a steady, manly voice. Half a man; apparently more of one than Minho himself.
“Because I do think about you, professor Lee.”
For the sake of his less-than-likely redemption, Minho wants to think he’s not the one who bridges the distance. For the sake of his poor, rotten soul, he decides to think it’s Jisung who leans in further. And if his own back is no longer touching the wood of his chair, and he’s leaning over the desk just barely, then it’s a secret between him and hell.
Or Professor Minho shouldn’t fall for his new research assistant and his sweet, sad, angry eyes. He still does.
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12 Jun 2026
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so amazing oh god, i want this embedded behind my eyelids.
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As the song trickles to an end and Minho comes back to talk about whatever—at this point Jisung is too distracted to think straight or process what Minho is saying—Jisung makes up his mind.
He copies the number on the screen of his tablet to his phone and, without a moment of hesitation, pulls one of his earphones out and makes the call go through.
(Minho’s radio program is Jisung’s source of comfort and the only thing that lets him sleep at night. That is, until Minho starts talking shit about Jisung’s team.)
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Jisung often dreamed in black and white. He saw keys, a stool, an empty crowd and a piano that outgrew him. And then came the colour, he supposed. Colour in purple bruises, stained bandages and red gloves that suddenly made it all better.
Or Jisung was a prodigy in a life he wanted nothing more than to forget and Minho was now the main event.
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08 Jul 2025
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fucking amazing but it‘s bing so what do u expect. the amount of thought knowledge they put into this is crazyy and the dynamic was just so real. once again, this has to be one of the favourite fics i‘ve read. i‘m just a big fan of the writing style <3
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Jisung wants Minho to be his new hobby. Learning each tick and hum. The way his bones creak and his breath tumbles from his lips. He wants to become an expert.
He thinks Minho could be the hobby that sticks. The thing that will finally stop the clock on his humiliating, slow demise— his deterioration into nothing but soil, and dirt, and the dust of flower petals that never grow correctly.
He’ll have to see.
(OR: Jisung is saving himself for his step-brother; Minho is home for the summer.)