A Little Death

❝ a little death ❞
minsung | stepbrothers | slow burn to hell

make me feel like somebody else
when you're touching me, touching me
never felt so holy and ruined at the same time

Lee Minho was fourteen when he sold his soul for a jar of strawberry jam and a smile he wasn't allowed to want.

Han Jisung was twelve, loud, sticky-fingered, and wearing Minho's hoodie like it was made for him.
He didn't know that one look turned his new step-brother into a walking graveyard of sins that hadn't happened yet.

Eight years.
Eight years of teeth and silence and "don't come in, I'm changing" and "stop stealing my fucking shirts, Jisung-ah."
Eight years of Minho loving him so hard it felt like dying every single day, just a little.
A little death by a thousand almosts.

They share a house.
They share a bathroom.
They share parents, a last name, and a secret that would burn the whole thing down if it ever slipped out.

This is not a love story.
This is a confession.
This is blasphemy in the shape of two boys who call each other "hyung" and "Sungie" while pretending their hands don't shake when they brush.

Touch me like a prayer you're scared to say out loud.
Ruin me slow.
Make me yours in every way the world won't let us be.

(And when we finally break,
let it be quiet.
Let it be sacred.
Let it be the kind of death that feels like coming home.)

⛧ slow burn so slow it hurts
⛧ stepbrothers (yes, really)
⛧ no one dates anyone until chapter 20 (i'm not kidding)
⛧ strong language, religious guilt, and too many almost-kisses
⛧ inspired by "a little death" the neighbourhood

you shouldn't want this.
you're going to read it anyway.

welcome to the sin.
hope you brought holy water.