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“Okay, Jisung. I’ll help you out, because the sooner you realize the better,” Minho frowns, pouring water over his newly mixed teabag. Steam wafts up in a blooming cloud, interrupting his clear view of Jisung.
“Excuse me?”
“They’re trying to set us up,” Minho tips his chin in the direction of the matchmakers, all of them tittering and avoiding their eyes to huddle together when Jisung turns around. “They think they have some sort of gift. They’ve been on my ass for years. You’re new, and they lured you in, and now they’re sending you over here to get lemon balm tea because it’s supposed to make you lucky in love. It’s as good as cupid’s arrow around here.”
“Oh,” Jisung’s throat bobs when he swallows. His cheeks grow even pinker. “I’m not looking for a relationship.”
Minho snorts, rolling his eyes before he can think better of it. “That makes two of us.” He sets the freshly brewed cup on top of a saucer, slides it on the top of the bar and into Jisung’s hands.
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“So, Hwang Hyunjin, my new favorite suicide driver,” Jeongin grins again, leans forward against the dashboard like he’s trying to sell the idea of himself to Hyunjin. Pretty red thong and hideous leather jorts. A back dip that’s questionably worth living for, “I’m Yang Jeongin and my life isn’t worth living much. Let me be in your car. Pretty please?”
He bats his eyelashes again. It’s unfitting of him. Hyunjin’s endeared.
Or;
Hyunjin and Jeongin both want to die. They're really bad at it.
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- Part 1 of OK Computer
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When Minho first showed up at his doorstep, he’d knocked. Jisung had startled at the sound, even though he was expecting someone. Lingering by the door, looking at the figure through the glass-eye, he’d heard Minho say, “zombies don’t knock, Han Jisung-ssi.”
Seeing Minho for the first time was surreal. He’s beautiful, in a way that made Jisung think he had hallucinated him. He hadn’t met any other person — human or otherwise — in so long. Somehow, even though it was just one person, it still felt like a flood after a drought when he opened the door to Minho’s sharp, beautiful face.
Minho, simply, had faced Jisung’s wide eyes with a smile and said, “are you ready for the trip to Busan?”
Jisung had tried to gather his breath in his lungs. Had replied, “not really.” And for the first time since his father, he’d heard another person laugh.
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or: Long after the start of the apocalypse, Jisung picks up a signal from a surviving community in Busan that sends someone out to bring him to safety.
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The train comes to a stop, the doors ping open. No passengers enter or exit. The doors ping to a close. The train moves on.
Jisung starts keeping a list of the stations he passes by, writing them down in his notebook. He needs something to do, and that seems to be just about the only thing he can do.
OR, Jisung gets stuck on a train passing through infinite stations, alone and more desperate by the day until one day there is someone else. Another passenger enters the train.
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Sometimes, the weather in Seoul gets so hot that the sidewalk starts to sizzle. When he’d been a little kid, Changbin had touched his bare, open palms to the ground out of curiosity and screamed when they blistered, so loudly that even strangers had come running.
Sin results in death. Eternal damnation. A million, scorching sidewalks.
(Or: Changbin's new flatmate is gay. And Changbin isn't. He can't be.)