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    There’s an art to wanting what you cannot have.

    Minho learned it at sixteen when he swore an oath that promised him purpose but demanded everything else. Ten years of service. Ten years of distance. Ten years of watching and wanting and never, ever reaching.

    Jisung learned it at twenty-one when he discovered the truth—that the person who’s been three steps behind him for a decade has been bound by rules that forbid the very thing Jisung has started to crave.

    Or: a bodyguard with an oath he can’t break falls for a prince who’s determined to make him break it anyway.

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    02 Jul 2026

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    The ballet dancer’s soft voice breaks through the buzzing black and white static that fills Jisung’s mind.

    “Hello.”

    “Ahh–” Jisung stumbles over himself for a moment, chewing his lip to get himself in order. “I’m Han Jisung, born in 2000. It's nice to meet you.”

    Well. Shit. As if he needed anymore proof of how limited his ‘gift with words’ truly was. He shouldn’t have left the house, he clearly can’t be in society.

    The dancer’s face lights up in amusement. “Wow, so formal and polite. I’m Minho.”

    Minho’s smirk shifts again like mercury.

    No, Jisung corrects himself, Minho feels too assured to be quicksilver.

    It’s like the seasons. Like the spring melt. A change that brings relief. A shift so steady it feels stablising

    Or: Jisung is a poet experiencing major writer's block. He goes out to find inspiration when he finds the ballet dancer Minho.

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    28 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 56

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    "Peaches," he says. His voice is soft and unexpectedly gentle. "You brought me peaches."

    "Um. Yes?" Jisung winces inside. Why did he say it like a question?

    "Beautiful," the man whispers, eyes locked on Jisung, but then they flick back down to the peaches. "The peaches; they're beautiful.

    Or: Jisung is a farmer’s boy who quickly grows close to the village’s new stranger.

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    14 Jun 2026

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    It’s very subtle at first, but the closer the pack gets, the stronger Minho can sense it. Cherry blossoms. Minho has always enjoyed the fragrance of cherry blossoms, the beauty in its evanescence. The fact that it’s here and then disappears within a moment. The scent calls to him, urging him to run towards it. Claim it. Inhale all he can before it’s gone.

    His instincts are calling to him in a way he’s never experienced before. Minho tries to snap himself out of his instinctual haze by looking at Chan, who is currently standing at attention, muscles rigid and surveying the surrounding area.

    “Chan, you okay?” Minho asks.

    “That smell. I-I can’t think straight,” he replies, his eyes scanning the forest around them, seemingly searching for the source.

    “You smell it, too?”

    “It’s beautiful,” Chan whispers under his breath for only Minho to hear.

    Or: When the magnetic pull of primal instincts collides with the unyielding grip of being loyal to his best friend, which will Minho choose? True love or loyalty?

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    31 May 2026

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    Jisung leaned in further and pressed his nose straight into the sheets.
    Minho was dying. “Uh, sorry, I should’ve changed it altogether, I—”
    “It smells like your jumper,” Jisung said, perfectly calm. He inhaled again, eyes fluttering shut for a second. “It smells like you. I like it.”
    “M–me?” Minho stammered, heat racing from his ears down his neck.
    Jisung looked up at him, and a ripple of colours chased itself over his own skin. “Oh,” he said, fascinated. “Humans change their skin colour too.”
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    What do you do when a pretty alien crash‑lands in your cherry blossom gardens… and straight into your heart?
    Lee Minho could tell you all about it.

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    21 Apr 2026