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The only problem was the smell. It was a succulent smell, nice and inviting. Which wouldn’t be a problem except Seungmin thought it was enticing. Mouth watering. Which was never a good thing. Another problem with the smell was where it was coming from
“Seungmin-ah~!” A voice came out through the quite, "Isn't it time to come home?"
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Seungmin had ran from his coven and they just now caught back up with him. Will he be able to get out again?
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10 Apr 2026
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His mother had graduated with a degree in theatre.
A small, at first sight insignificant fact that had for consequence the simple fact her good friends were also into theatre. Granted, there was nothing wrong with enjoying theatre. What Minho would never forgive this friend, however, was the fact Jeongin’s beloved plush was none other than an off putting Shakespeare plushie of around the same size as the small child. A plushie the small child would drag around everywhere, introducing "Shayspar” to anyone who would listen and even those who wouldn't.
Minho would have never expected love to fall so blatantly, yet when his eyes cross the man explaining Romeo and Juliet to his son's he knew there was more to romance in the air than the one in the story being explained.
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22 Jul 2024
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As they step along the stone path the noble’s son comes into view. He’s younger than Minho would have expected. Certainly younger than himself. He’s dressed in a handsome plum color that makes the tan of his skin look rich and warm. The noble’s son is distracted by a little white butterfly dancing just above his head, so he doesn’t see the pair of them approach. The boy lifts his hand carefully, and after an initial startle, the butterfly settles gently on his outstretched finger. The boy breaks into a smile, wide and pretty.
“Did you come for me or any pretty thing in my palace?” Minho calls. The boy jerks like he’s been struck, his eyes going wide as he turns to face Minho’s voice. Immediately he drops into a deep bow. The butterfly takes off frantically over his head.
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02 Apr 2023