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“Oh.” Seungmin is staring down at his half-eaten scoop of ice cream, looking so painfully defeated; and Jisung feels compelled to apologize, to try and make light of the situation because he could have easily just left Seungmin to believe that there was a real emergency and that he is firmly a middling-to-above-average date and not at all like watching a car crash in slow motion, only the boy looks up again with a determined set to his jaw. He looks Jisung square in the eye. “Am I really that bad of a time?”
“Yeah, dude,” Jisung says without thinking. “You’re actually kind of the worst.”
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06 Feb 2026
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If Seungmin didn’t know any better, he’d think Jeongin was serious.
“Are you serious?” he asks, for clarification.
Without removing his hands from his face, Jeongin replies, “Do I look like I’m in the mood to tell jokes?”
“You really think the days are repeating?”
“Not days,” Jeongin corrects him. “Just today. And yeah, I’m pretty sure.”Jeongin is stuck in a time loop, and Seungmin is not. He tries to figure out what the hell is going on with his best friend.
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30 Jan 2026
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It was the summer of ‘95.
Super shy Jisung, came to stay with his grandma in a quiet lakeside town. It felt like exile, where he expected to spend long uneventful days alone, behind his camcorder lens capturing memories—then he met Minho.
Rough around the edges, sun-warmed, with a cigarette never far from his lips. Fearless confidence and striking beauty—he was everything Jisung wasn’t.
Lazy afternoons stretched into dreamy evenings in their secret place. Where wildflowers grew as fast as their beating hearts. Something special bloomed between them—soft, impossibly real—and unbearably fleeting, with every stolen kiss.
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The summer that changed Jisung forever, but no other summer would taste quite so delightful as cherries and ash. It began with a glance and ended like smoke.
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28 Jan 2026
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From closer, it’s clear that Minho is about his age. He’s handsome— very much so— in an untouchable sort of way. Straight nose, sharp eyes, a defined cupid’s bow. He looks sculpted rather than born. Jisung might shrink under the weight of his presence if the situation were different.
Knowing that Minho is dying ruins the illusion of perfection.
Jisung answers an ad online reading: "I'm going to die, but there's a lot of things I haven't done yet that I don't want to do alone."
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“Since you’re the only straight person here… if you had to fuck a guy, who would it be and why?” Hyunjin asked excitedly, his smile so big and bright Minho wasn’t sure if his eyes were even open.
Minho just barely stifled another laugh. How were they all so blind? Whatever, it wasn’t Minho’s business. Jisung was probably about to say something generic like Ryan Reynolds or something stupid and vague like Spiderman to get out of the question.
What Minho wasn’t expecting, was his actual answer.
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