"Well, if I had the freedom to choose, we wouldn't even be having this conversation, Dr. Lee." Han Jisung thrives in it, in the way hands reach for him like he's something worth touching. But what would they say if they knew? Would they still whisper his name like a prayer, still dream of having a piece of him? Or would they finally see him for what he is? Not a god. Not an idol. Not untouchable. Just a boy. And boys get sent to therapy. in short: seemingly freaky, cocky and privileged jisung meets his match, Minho - his assigned psychiatrist

He moves like he's meant to be watched, like the crowd parts for him without him even trying. Jisung doesn't realize he's staring until he loses him - but those few seconds, those stupid, wasted seconds, are enough for the boy to vanish. Gone, like he was never there. Like Jisung imagined him entirely. in short: bad boy minho | soft/broken jisung | enemies to lovers | slowburn

A proposal. A full collection dedicated to a single person, a single name. Han Jisung. Minho laughs. "The performer?" Yes. That one. The cabaret star. The headline act for the ultra-rich and tragically bored. Minho thinks, why not? Just another face behind the lens. He is, historically, shit at lying to himself.

//𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.// Jisung's vision darkens, swallows. Heavens. That can't be good. ✧˖°── .✦────☼༺☆༻☾────✦.── °˖✧ OR: Vampire Academy AU | Jisung has spent centuries learning the balance between the title of the Crown Prince and the nature of a vampire. That balance shatters a mere handful of sunsets before he is due at Bloodthorne Academy. A curse, they call it. A thirst so savage it tears through his power, leaves him trembling and weak. His only salvation? Minho. A mortal. A common thief.