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They say a lot of things about her. The siren. She’s prettier than an angel, and her hands are permanently stained red with the blood of the men she’s slaughtered. She looks beautiful from afar, but up close, it’s obvious that her teeth are shaved to sharp points. She’s able to read the minds of any sailor within a certain radius. She sings songs they know. Causes them to jump into her waters so she can devour them.
Two moons ago, Haewon was made to walk the plank. When she came to, it was in the belly of a cave, body seizing as she choked up water, the siren hanging above her.
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No one ever told Joshua that the hardest part of being a superhero is getting the boy.
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“Wouldn't you like to know?”
Jeonghan said it the day he died, a smirk at the corner of his mouth when they stopped at the 7-11 on their way home from school.
Jisoo would like to know, as it turns out. He really fucking would.
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Seungcheol smiles then, just a little bit, eyes briefly skirting over Jihoon’s face before cutting back down to his lap.
It brings Jihoon to mind, strangely enough, of the giant Bull Mastiff he once pet sat for his old neighbours, which had a vicious reputation in the neighbourhood, when in fact, it was the quietest dog ever. Never barked or growled, just followed him quietly around the apartment and wagged its tail whenever Jihoon told him what a good boy he was.
Seungcheol is a good boy too. The bestest, actually.
Jihoon would happily pet sit him…if that was, you know, a job that was actually available.
Being his handler is probably as close as it gets.
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He’s on his second plate of bacon and eggs, when someone clears their throat politely and says, “Do you mind if I join you?” and he glances up to find The Talented Mr Ripley himself, Lee Fucking Jihoon, hovering awkwardly a foot away.
He’s dressed fucking impeccably for breakfast at a ski resort—fitted slacks, shiny loafers, and a soft looking, sleek grey turtleneck jumper that does wonderfully flattering things for his figure.
Seungcheol raises an eyebrow, suspiciously intrigued. He can’t for the life of him figure out what Jihoon wants to talk to him about, but in the interests of at least attempting to be civil, he reaches one foot out under the table to push a chair back.
“Sure, why the hell not. We are boyfriends after all. Unless that is… the status of our relationship has changed dramatically since last night. Tell me, are we engaged now? Newlyweds, perhaps? Oh, how the time flies. It feels like we met...just yesterday.”