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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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Jisung’s suddenly too-loud voice crashing through the white noise in his ears startles Minho out of his reverie. “The cut’s almost completely healed. I think I can try shaving again tomorrow morning before our flight.”
The words make his body stiffen, hand halting its movements against Jisung’s skin almost instantly. Brain still a mess, he’s clearly not thinking when his next words stumble from his lips.
“I’ve never kissed someone with a stubble.”
“Never?” Jisung’s voice is quiet and tight, his question is void of all emotions except a curious little tilt at the edge of it. His empty tone makes Minho squirm uneasily, desperate to read Jisung’s emotions after the random confession he blurted out.
In the end, he simply shakes his head to confirm his earlier words. “Nope, never.”
“Oh, that’s… Do you want to?”
or: Jisung can't shave because of the cut on his cheek, and Minho is suddenly hit with the realization that despite his experience with guys, he's never kissed someone with facial hair
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Jisung has never shared the theory of what he calls the bad luck days. Every few years it’s like the universe tries to make up the balance for Jisung’s good luck by giving him bad luck instead. This bad luck never lasts more than a day or two, but when it hits it hits hard and turns his whole life upside down.
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A year after losing everything Jisung is still trying to pull himself together. He just wants to live a happy and relaxed life. The universe, however, has other plans as he keeps running into Lee Minho in increasingly wilder ways. Who knew a perfect stranger could mess with your life this much?
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Lee Minho has the Cupid’s Touch; everyone he dates or has sex with soon finds their soulmate.
For anyone who reaps the benefits it’s a godsend, a way for them to find their person. To Minho himself it’s a curse, because how can you ever love someone when you know you’ll have to let them go?
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Minho's used to silence. He's used to the way the villagers avoid his eyes when they visit him asking for help, the way they look at him with fear and distrust when they think he can't see. He's used to his world being the sprawling garden within the old ivy-covered iron fence and the familiar warmth of the cottage. He's used to it just being him, his cats, and the old journals.
It isn't until a villager somehow wanders into the garden despite the enchantments that he's faced with how unbearably isolated he's become, or how hard it is to open up to someone after years of being alone— or how freeing it is to know someone understands him.
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Or, the one where Minho is a lonely village witch and Jisung is a plucky village boy who's determined to befriend him.