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Assistant: Title: the gingerbread house
        Author: straychild straychild 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: Somewhere, he heard someone chuckling faintly. It sounded far-away, like it came from another world. The sound of boots on the stone floor clacked crisply in the middle of the fog clouding Jisung’s mind, coming closer and closer and closer, until a breath was fanning hot on his neck, making him shiver. "Did you like my sweets?" a voice whispered in his ear, dangerously sweet. Or: Jisung and Felix venture into the woods to search for their missing father, only to end up stumbling upon a gingerbread house, with bread for walls and frosting on the roof, sweets everywhere, and a very mysterious owner.
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              Somewhere, he heard someone chuckling faintly. It sounded far-away, like it came from another world. The sound of boots on the stone floor clacked crisply in the middle of the fog clouding Jisung’s mind, coming closer and closer and closer, until a breath was fanning hot on his neck, making him shiver. "Did you like my sweets?" a voice whispered in his ear, dangerously sweet. Or: Jisung and Felix venture into the woods to search for their missing father, only to end up stumbling upon a gingerbread house, with bread for walls and frosting on the roof, sweets everywhere, and a very mysterious owner.
            
        

        
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      Written for Minsung Bingo!Trope(s) filled: different time era, AU - Supernatural, AU - Fantasy / Fairy tale, free space (Top Han/Bottom Lee Know). I was thinking what I could do for fantasy/fairy tale and one day, I was looking through some of the Grimms Brothers' stories and when I saw Hansel and Gretel, my brain just said: this is it.Also I said "I'd just write 1k words and I'd be happy," but my hand slipped and now it's 11k words. - Hansel and Gretel
    

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          “He’s been gone for more than a month, Jisung.”Felix stood by the window of their small cottage, his arms crossed as he looked outside. It was their only window, a square patch in the wooden wall set right next to the door, so all of the sunset light fell on Felix and cast shadows behind him. The orange light illuminated his freckles, as well as the frown on his lips. It was a rare sight, Jisung realized, seeing a frown on Felix’s handsome face. His twin brother was an optimistic and cheerful person, always have been ever since they were young, and the frown on his lips told Jisung that Felix was seriously, deeply upset. Even without the frown, Jisung thought, the Jisung instead of Sungie already gave it away.“I know, Lixie,” Jisung said, trying to soothe his brother, “But Father said to wait here for him.” “Weeks, Jisung,” Felix repeated, now turning to Jisung. His gaze was firm, a mix of anger, concern, and fear brewing in them like a thunderstorm. Jisung shrank a little when he saw that look; really, seeing Felix this upset was so foreign. “He said he’d be gone for just three days. I know we’re grown men, and we can take care of ourselves even without him here. But Father is an old man now, he’s not as strong as he used to be when he was our age. Anything could have happened to him. We have to look for him.” Jisung sighed, shifting in his seat. He leaned an elbow onto the wooden table beside him and rested his forehead on his palm. “Where do you want us to start looking for him, then? He went into the woods. There are trees and trees and more trees in the woods, Felix.”“I don’t care. I’ll find him.” When Jisung turned back to look at his brother, Felix stared him down, determination shining through the thunderstorm in his eyes. “With or without you.”Felix rarely ever got this upset, but when he did, he was stubborn as all hell. Jisung knew he meant what he said, that he would walk through that door and leave Jisung here all alone if Jisung didn’t want to come with him. Jisung couldn’t let that happen. With their father now gone, they were all that each other had left. “Fine,” Jisung relented. This was a terrible idea. “Pack what we need for two weeks. We leave first thing in the morning.” When Felix heard him, he turned to Jisung. A small, warm smile had replaced the frown on his lips, and his eyes shimmered with moisture. “Alright,” was the only thing he said.Jisung sighed and stood up, walking towards his brother. It didn’t take him long; their cottage was small, after all. Although it was small, however, at least it had been warm and bright and home, with their father laughing heartily at Jisung’s corny jokes while Felix sliced the bread and cheese they would have for dinner, an amused smile on his face. Now, with their father gone, the cottage seemed to have gotten bigger and colder and darker, and felt less like home.He wrapped his arms around Felix, and the other buried his face in his shoulder. After a while, he realized that Felix was shaking in his arms, and when he looked at his brother, thin trails of tears were falling down his face, soaking into Jisung’s tunic. Felix looked up at him with a look so miserable it made Jisung’s heart squeeze harshly. “I miss him, Sungie.”Jisung gently shushed him, patting his back. “I miss him too, Lixie. I miss him too.” During his short lifetime of twenty-one years, Jisung had only ever left this place he called home three times. Once, when his father and mother had taken him and Felix to a nearby village when they were eight so that they could play with some of the kids and experience a new environment. It had been fun and wonderful, running around and eating the food some of the villagers gave them, but everything was fun and wonderful to an eight-year-old kid.The second time, it had been when his mother had fallen ill. Fourteen-year-old Jiisung, along with his father, went to a town where a doctor they knew lived. Felix had stayed behind and looked after their mother. His brother had lit up like the lamp glowing brightly by the table when he saw Jisung and their father come back with the elderly doctor, but then all the light in his eyes flickered away with the dying flames when the doctor left that night, saying he couldn’t do anything.The last time had been when Jisung was eighteen, when their father had brought them along to some small city so that they could help him sell some of the goods he had. It had been a time when the spirit of festivity blanketed the entire city, glowing in the eyes of the cityfolk and floating with the music the bards coaxed from their strings into the night sky. It had been so grand and bright and loud that the village they had gone to when they were eight seemed so feeble and dull and gray. Their father had let them wander around the city after they had sold everything, so the brothers ran around with stars in their eyes, gaping at the beautiful trinkets displayed in stalls and the colorful robes hanging off merchants’ shoulders, clapping at the people dancing wildly in the streets and the bright, bright lamps flying up into the night. Suddenly, a voice cut through the noise, booming loud and deep like the footfalls of giants, announcing, “Prince Christopher Bang is here! Make way! Make way!”The crowd had clamored, delighted shouts and shrieks rising from all around Jisung. He had asked a person beside him what was happening - a man in a cloak, half-hidden in the shadows - and the man smiled at him, slow and filled with a lazy mirth. “The Prince of Levanter Kingdom is here.” Jisung couldn’t remember what he had done or said at that time. He couldn’t even remember a single detail of that face, as if something would cloud his mind every time he tried to, but what he knew for certain was that the man was breathtakingly beautiful. He couldn’t remember the man’s face, but his heart could still vaguely remember how it had pounded like the drums roaring wildly that night, and his throat could almost recall how it had clogged up. Almost. The only thing he could remember was the man’s eyes, and even then the memory was hazy - feline irises blurring at the edges of Jisung’s memory. Amethyst light had flashed through those eyes lightning-quick, but it was gone as soon as it had come, leaving Jisung reeling in confusion. Jisung and the man had been so close, crowded into one miniscule space by the sea of bodies writhing around them, so Jisung had seen the amethyst color clear as day, although now he had to struggle to remember which exact shade it had been. Someone bumped into Jisung, pushing him against the man, and Jisung remembered how the man had steadied him with a chuckle, the brush of fingertips on his wrist so feather-light they seemed almost imaginary. Then more people had bumped into them, and it made the roar of the crowds and the beating of the drums flood back into Jisung’s ears so suddenly, made Jisung feel the sweaty bodies around making it hard for him to breathe. When the people moved away, the man in the cloak was nowhere to be seen.
  
    The thing was, Jisung hadn’t been blessed much when it came to stature, so even though he stood on the tip of his toes and craned his neck until it ached, he couldn’t see a thing past the heads and shoulders of the people jostling each other in front of him. Even though he pushed and pushed and pushed through the sea of bodies around him, almost suffocated by the dizzying waves of body heat and the smell of sweat and dirt, he couldn’t find a single trace of the man. Ever since then, Jisung couldn’t remember him much.
  

  
    Before Jisung could catch his breath and think about finding Felix instead, a hand had dragged him away from the crowd. When he looked up at the person holding his wrist, he realized it was a girl he and Felix had bumped into earlier in the day. They had chatted for a while, then she had taken him to some room in some street, pushed him down on his back, and sunk herself down on him. She had been so hot, so tight around him. He couldn’t remember her name now, though, or what she had looked like except for dark hair sprawling over pale skin. What he could remember clearly were amethyst eyes flashing behind his eyelids as he came.
  

  
    During his short lifetime of twenty-one years, Jisung had only ever left this place he called home three times. So, when he walked out the door and stared at their small wooden cottage, with its thatched roof and its single window, he couldn’t help but feel dread, anticipation, anxiety, excitement, and many other feelings he couldn’t bother naming swirling around his chest in a messy brew. He almost ran back inside the cottage, almost plopped himself on his bed and covered himself in the sheets, Felix be damned. But Felix was his beloved brother, and right now the only family he had left, so he had swallowed down the desire to stay. They knelt, side by side, in front of the cross sticking up from the earth beside their cottage. The cross had been crudely made from the same wood as the timber trees surrounding them, the name of their mother carved in their Father’s handwriting.
  

  
    “We’re going to find Father,” Felix promised. He gently laid the flowers he had picked earlier on the mound of dirt in front of the cross.
  

  
    “Goodbye, Mother,” Jisung murmured. “We’ll come back.”
  

  
    With that, the two of them rose and turned their backs to their little cottage, stepping onto the faded dirt path cutting through the trees.
  

  
     
  

  
    They were lost. They were lost, and they had neither food nor water.
  

  
    Felix had drunk up the last bit of water left in their waterskins minutes ago, and now they didn’t have anything left. They had been searching the woods for weeks now, sleeping on the earth beside a hastily made fire when night fell with their arms wrapped around each other, but not once had they seen any village or any other signs of settlement. Although Jisung had tried to find something edible lying around in bushes and rocks, he couldn’t find any. The sun was setting, and they had no dinner.
  

  
    A sense of ice-cold dread crawled its way up Jisung’s chest and sunk its claws into his heart. They were going to die here.
  

  
    Felix must have sensed the ugly turn in Jisung’s thoughts, must have seen it in his face. “No,” Felix said, stopping in his tracks. Then, louder, firmer, he said, “No! We are not going to die here, Jisung. I’m not dying until I find Father. You’re not dying. I forbid it.” 
  

  
    Jisung laughed weakly. Maybe he could laugh away the idea of death, and make the fear go away. “I’m not sure you could forbid dying, Lix.” 
  

  
    “Well, I am forbidding it. I will find something to eat, I swear to god.” With that, Felix sprinted into the trees.
  

  
    “Feliix, wait!” Jisung called out, running after Felix. Why did Felix run away like that, f@ck!  the path they had been following had long since faded and merged with the foliage, so there were just trees and trees and trees in front of Jisung, their shadows cast long and sharp on the ground, and he couldn’t see Felix anymore, couldn’t hear him, his heart was beating wildly in his chest, pounding with his footsteps. He frantically brushed away the leaves and branches in his way, but due to his haste, some still slapped him in the face. He kept calling out to Felix; he could not lose his brother, no, never, not him too -
  

  
    “Oof!” 
  

  
    He rounded a tree and bumped into something, and when he looked up he saw that it wasn’t a tree, but rather Felix, standing there.
  

  
    Anger surged in his chest so suddenly like a tidal wave - maybe from frustration that Felix had been so reckless, or from misery that they were most likely going to die here, or from irritation at their father for leaving and then not coming back. Maybe it was from the fear which seemed to haunt him ceaselessly these days, sometimes unnoticeable but still there, fear of everyone disappearing without a single word and leaving him all alone for the rest of his life. Maybe it was all of it, but Jisung couldn’t think about it with anger running hot and thick through his blood, rushing in his head, and he just wanted to punch something, strangle something -
  

  
    “What were you thinking?” he roared at his brother, grabbing his shoulder to make him face Jisung. The stupefied look on his brother’s face made him angrier. “You fool, you could’ve gotten lost - “
  

  
    “Shut up and look, Jisung!” Felix turned Jisung’s face, smushing his palm against his cheek and pushing. The sudden action surprised Jisung, and he didn’t know whether to cry or laugh or shout at Felix. He just stood there, dumbfounded, staring blankly at the view in front of him.
  

  
    It was a few moments before his confused mind registered what he was seeing. “What in seven hells…?”
  

  
    “I’ve never seen anything like it,” Felix whispered in awe, hand clutching Jisung’s arm.
  

  
    It was a house, sitting there right in the middle of a grassy clearing in the woods. A house in the woods was no big deal - their cottage was in the middle of the woods, after all - but it was the house itself that made Jisung’s jaw drop. 
  

  
    Frosting covered the roof like thick layers of snow, candies in bright colors scattered throughout it like flowers blooming in winter. The windows sparkled with something sweet; the walls were made of bread, with cakes lining the windows and the door. Icing decorated the walls in delicate designs, and Jisung could see even from feet away all types of pastries sticking out from the walls. Sticking up from the top was a chimney made of piles upon piles of cake, and the light of the setting sun made the icings on them glow with a warm, inviting light.
  

  
    Jisung’s stomach rumbled, and his mouth watered. He stared at Felix with wide eyes; Felix stared back at him. They were both starving, and a house made of food just suddenly appeared right in their path. It was a miracle, Jisung thought, sent by the gods out of mercy.
  

  
    “The owner wouldn’t mind if we took a bite, right?” Jisung asked slowly.
  

  
    When Jisung turned to him, Felix’s brows were furrowed in determination. “The owner wouldn’t mind if the owner wouldn't know,” he replied, his voice deep and quiet.  Jisung was surprised. Everybody didn’t call Felix an angel for nothing - he wouldn’t even dream of stealing. Once, back in that city, he had even slapped Jisung’s hand away when Jisung tried to sn@tch a pastry lying lonely in a stall corner. They were starving, though, and Jisung had never been one to stick too much to rules, so he didn’t complain.
  

  
    With footsteps so light they were almost noiseless, they approached the house. Eyes shining with delight, Jisung took off a small chunk of cake from a wall. He looked around, but seeing nobody but Felix, who was reaching for a piece of bread above his head, he devoured the cake in one go. Encouraged, he tore off bigger and bigger chunks of sweets, stuffing them in his mouth, making his cheeks puff out. 
  

  
    Jisung had never eaten such delicious food before. He was practically in heaven, floating in bliss as he munched happily, cake crumbs falling down his hands. He swiped some of the icing decorating the wall and licked sugary sweetness off his fingers. Maybe he and Felix could take some of this away, to feed them for another week or two. Glad with his smart idea, he took the woven-basket pack they used for food and started stashing food inside. Surely, the owner wouldn’t notice; the entire house was literally made of food, after all. 
  

  
    He paused in his task to grab a warm brown donut, giving a soft noise of satisfaction.
  

  
    “It’s so delicious, isn’t it?” 
  

  
    Jisung nodded, eyes scrunched up in joy. He licked the frosting that had melted on his fingers, and offered the cake that he was holding in his other hand. “Have you tried this?” 
  

  
    “I have. I love making them.” 
  

  
    Jisung’s eyes flew open. In front of him, Felix was nowhere in sight.
  

  
    Instead, a person in a violet cloak stood before him, leaning lazily on his side against the gingerbread wall. The cloak was made of soft, rich velvet, colored a deep, enchanting violet - a color Jisung had rarely seen on fabric in his entire life. Jisung’s mother had told him only the richest of the rich could afford it. The edges of the cloak were embroidered in gold, intricate swirls and leaves running through the hem and the edges of the hood, and down through the middle. The person's face was bathed in shadows because of the hood covering their head. Where the cloak parted, a single leg peeked out, donned in black trousers and a shiny black leather boot. They were plain, but obviously of good quality.
  

  
    It was then that Jisung realized that this person was most probably the owner of the house he was currently devouring.
  

  
    "I-I'm so sorry," Jisung stammered, hands not knowing where to go. The crumbs of cakes and bread were still staining his hands, and he was about to hide them behind his back before he realized that would seem stupid and rude. The man - at least, Jisung assumed he was a man -  had already seen him eating his house, after all.
  

  
    "Sorry? I don't think sorry would cut it," the man said. The teasing drawl to his voice made Jisung feel like he was a mouse being toyed with. The man crossed his arms in front of his chest, and the cloak parted further to reveal a plain tunic, as black as his trousers. As Jisung had expected, it was of good quality. "I've worked hard on my house, did you know?" 
  

  
    "Me and my brother, we- we were starving, and we had no food left, I..." Jisung wrung his hands. Briefly, his eyes caught a peek of a sword hilt by the man's hips. Sh@t. Jisung had no doubt the man could wield that sword without difficulty. Meanwhile, he felt the dagger left by his father hanging sadly by his side, old and rusty and useless because Jisung only knew how to stab, not fight.
  

  
    "Is that my problem?" When Jisung shook his head, the man nodded.  "That’s right, it’s not."
  

  
    "Please, we're really sorry. We're sorry for stealing your..." House? "Your food." If the man attacked them first, it could be said that he was only defending himself and his property from them. Us, Jisung thought, thieves.
  

  
    The man fell silent for some time. Then, he titled his head. "You..."
  

  
    "What?" Jisung shrank back.
  

  
    The man stood still, wordless. Jisung had the feeling he was observing him; he couldn’t see the man’s eyes, but he could feel a fierce, scrutinizing gaze on him, prickling his skin. It made him restless. He had never liked being observed, because it made him feel like an object.
  

  
    A small noise came from beneath the hood, so soft Jisung barely heard it. Then, the man raised a surprisingly dainty hand, pulling his hood back.
  

  
    Jisung's breath hitched.
  

  
    Underneath soft, brown hair, a pair of dark feline eyes, sly but sweet, stared back at him.
  

  
    A sense of deja vú washed over him like warm water, but he couldn't pinpoint where he might have seen this face before. In fact, he could say that he had never seen a face like this before - inhumanly beautiful, with the perfect balance of masculine and feminine allure, having a defined nose and high cheekbones along with rosy lips and soft skin. It was the face of an angel, and Jisung was sure he had never seen an angel before.
  

  
    Still, the deja vú lingered. Jisung's mind was perhaps fooling him again.
  

  
    For a moment, as he gazed at the man's face, he had completely forgotten about how they were stealing from this man and how this man had a very fine-looking sword by his side. When the man moved, though, Jisung remembered. Jisung remembered Felix, too.
  

  
    "Felix!" he called out to his brother, never once taking his eyes off of this beautiful stranger. Partly because he might want to hurt Jisung, and partly because Jisung couldn't get enough of his beauty.
  

  
    The man tipped his head back and watched Felix run to Jisung's side and shield him protectively, all with an air of lazy boredom. 
  

  
    "Pardon me, do you own this house?" Felix inquired.
  

  
    "Why, yes I do."
  

  
    "I apologize for eating from it without your permission," Felix said. "We'll return all the food we stored in our packs, and pay you for all the food we've eaten. We still have a little coin left." He took a small pouch from his satchel and shook it. The sound of what few coins they have jingled inside. "Then, we'll leave and never return. We meant no harm, so please let us be on our way."
  

  
    The man only raised an eyebrow. "Your brother said you have no food left."
  

  
    Felix and Jisung looked at each other. "We do have no food left. I wasn't lying," Jisung defended.
  

  
    "So. You're far, far away from any nearby village or town. You can't find any food in these woods, either, unless you’re an incredibly skilled hunter, which I don’t suppose you are." The man tilted his head mockingly. "How do you plan to go on? Do you want to just die?"
  

  
    Felix and Jisung went silent. Jisung’s plan had been to get as much food as they could from this house, but that had failed. They did not have a plan.
  

  
    With a slow, sticky-sweet smile, the man purred, "Why not go inside? I've just made dinner."
  

  
    Jisung felt Felix's hand hold tight onto his arm. They stared at each other, thinking. This man was a stranger...but they were starving.
  

  
    Jisung steeled himself, and followed the man through the door.
  

  
     
  

  
     
  

  
    Laid out onto a long table were all manners of food, from golden-brown roasted chicken to fresh bread and cheese to heaps upon heaps of desserts - cakes, tarts, donuts, custards, puddings, even honey dripping golden on vibrant-colored fruit. Jisung's mouth watered at the sight.
  

  
    "You made all of these?" Felix asked in awe.
  

  
    "Mhm," was all the response the man gave. He pulled out an extra trencher, and laid it out onto the table. When the man did, Jisung’s eyes moved from the cake he’d been eyeing to Minho’s face then down the column of his neck, which peeked out from underneath the cloak when he leaned slightly. What a feast. Once again, Jisung tried and failed to remember where he’d seen him before. My guts tell me I’ve seen this face already, Jisung mused, but I’m certain that I’d remember if I had ever seen a face this beautiful.
  

  
    "What?" Jisung asked, snapped out of his daze. The man was speaking, his rosy lips rounding so prettily around a syllable. Jisung tilted his head in question; he didn't quite hear what the man said.
  

  
    The man was stepping closer to Jisung. "I said when people stumble upon this house, they're usually lone travelers," the man said, voice so close to a purr but not quite there, pushing Jisung down onto an oak-and-leather chair. The man didn’t grin, but Jisung could see it in the slight narrowing of his feline eyes when he leaned close, chin almost touching Jisung’s shoulder when he reached for a donut on the table in front of Jisung. Strange, though, how he didn’t look at the table at all; it was as if he grabbed whatever his hand reached while staring teasingly into Jisung’s eyes. "Although, of course, the more the merrier."
  

  
    Jisung stared at him before he regained himself. "People often stumble here?" Jisung asked, a little out of it. The hands lingering on his shoulders distracted him.
  

  
    "Yes."
  

  
    "You like it when there are more guests?" Was the man lonely here all alone?
  

  
    The man hummed, the soft noise right beside Jisung’s ear. "Yes," he murmured. "That way, there's more dinner."
  

  
    Jisung's breath hitched and his heart skipped a beat, but he wasn’t sure if it was out of apprehension or something else. The man was already pulling away and walking over to Felix, who sat across Jisung watching them with keen eyes; when Felix noticed Minho approaching, he sat even straighter, following the man with his eyes. Jisung shook off the nervous feeling in his chest. The man probably meant that if there were more people eating, the more dinner he needed to serve. Still, Jsung stood a little straighter in his seat, observing his surroundings.
  

  
    Even inside, sweets covered every corner. Jisung could see frosting in the ceiling and corners, and donuts hung on the walls one after another like they were tapestry. However, the table was made of wood, and the kitchen sitting at one corner of the house had pots made of copper and tin. The hearth set in the wall was made of brick, and in it a fire was burning heartily to keep the chill away, washing them all in a warm orange glow..
  

  
    Outside, the sky was turning dark. The man in the cloak sat at the head of the table, munching on his food delicately while he watched Jisung and Felix with mirth in his eyes. Jisung wondered briefly whether the food was poisoned, but he really didn't have any choice. Besides, the man was eating the food, wasn't he? Jisung took a roasted chicken leg, bit into it, and almost moaned at the juicy, savory flavor that flooded his tongue.
  

  
    When he looked across the table, Felix was in the same state as him, eyes shining with delight. They both dived in, stuffing their faces full of food. The man in the cloak chuckled softly at that, and pushed the bowl of gravy closer to them.
  

  
    At first, Jisung and Felix ate and ate and ate and never spoke a word, their backs still stiff and shoulders still hunched in wariness. After a while, though, when nothing bad seemed to happen to them, Jisung started relaxing little by little, sinking into the soft cushion of the chair he sat on. Soon, he was happily munching on a slice of cake for dessert, as relaxed as if he were back in their little cottage, back at home.
  

  
    "Wow, these cakes are amazing," Felix exclaimed. He seemed to be as relaxed as Jisung now. He was even starting to make small talk with the man in the cloak, eyes glancing once in a while in the direction of their host. Felix couldn’t seem to maintain eye contact, though, and kept redirecting his eyes back to his food. The fire in the hearth bathed his cheeks in warm color, or so Jisung assumed.  
  

  
    The man gave Felix a small smile in lieu of an answer.
  

  
    "I'm Felix," his brother said after he had gulped down a big bite of cake. "This is my twin brother, Jisung. How about you?" 
  

  
    "I’m Lin - " the man stopped abruptly. It was the first time Jisung had seen him lose some of his easy confidence; was it wrong for Jisung to find it endearing? After a pause, the man spoke again, voice a little softer than before, "Minho. I'm Minho." 
  

  
    "Oh. Nice to meet you, Minho," Felix said, smiling at Minho, his eyes looking a little dazed.
  

  
    The man - Minho - seemed to relax at Felix's words. Jisung didn't know why, so he only grabbed a tart from the table and bit into it.
  

  
    Jisung had loved sweets ever since he was young, but because they were closer to the woods than any other village and weren't very wealthy, he and Felix rarely had these kinds of treats. Now, Jisung decided to spoil himself, grabbing everything that caught his eye. Sugary sweetness spilled down his lips and trickled down his fingers, and the frosting on the cakes made his tongue sing in joy.
  

  
    This was heaven. Jisung must have died in the woods from starvation and went to heaven.
  

  
    Jisung gave a little moan of satisfaction, licking off the frosting that had smeared on his finger. He could swear he could feel his body and mind getting light, as if he was floating, floating. He tugged at the collar of his tunic when the fire seemed to have gotten warmer. When he turned idly to the side to get more treats, he saw Minho staring at him, his cheek resting on his palm. Minho’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, and Jisung followed the movement in a daze. It was so red; it was so pretty. When Minho saw Jisung staring back at him, he grinned sharply, tongue sliding over a gleaming, pointed fang. It sent white-hot energy running through Jisung’s veins.
  

  
    Wait. 
  

  
    Gleaming, pointed fang?
  

  
    Jisung's mind tried to process what he was seeing, but it was sluggish, felt like cotton candy was stuffed into his brain. Minho seemed to notice this, and sent him an amused grin, parting his red, red lips to show off his fang more, as if to tease Jisung. Jisung noticed his glistening wet tongue first, though, and the thin string of saliva in between his parted lips, before returning to his fangs. When Jisung turned to Felix to ask what was going on, he got light-headed, dizzy, and Felix blurred and multiplied and melded once again. 
  

  
    
      What in seven hells?
    
  

  
    Somewhere, he heard someone chuckling faintly. It sounded far-away, like it came from another world. The sound of boots on the stone floor clacked crisply in the middle of the fog clouding Jisung’s mind, coming closer and closer and closer, until a breath was fanning hot on his neck, making him shiver. "Did you like my sweets?" a voice whispered in his ear, dangerously sweet.
  

  
    Dread dropped like a heavy, ice-cold stone from his throat down into Jisung’s guts. Ice prickled on his skin, but something else, hot and sticky, was already running through it. The tips of his fingertips tingled. He looked down at the pie in his hand; the dark red-and-purple blueberry filling oozing out of it seemed to be writhing around in ecstasy at his stupidity.
  

  
    "What did you put in the sweets?" Jisung asked, voice raspy.
  

  
    "You’re blaming me?" Minho asked, raising an eyebrow and pouting. "I put what I always put there, nothing's out of the ordinary. It was you who came running and eating my house without permission, don't you remember? I didn't even have to persuade you. Besides..." Minho smiled again. “Are you sure it’s all my fault? These sweets are meant to...encourage, not force. You should think about your thoughts, Jisung.”
  
He’s right, Jisung thought miserably, although what thoughts the man meant he didn’t know. He hadn’t been thinking of anything besides food, and Minho. Was thinking of food and Minho so wrong? When he looked at his brother, Felix seemed to be in a similar daze, a hand supporting his forehead. His eyes were cloudy, his cheeks red, staring at the man beside Jisung. Minho gave a tsk, shaking his head at Jisung which made Jisung feel like he was a stupid little child. "You really shouldn't eat whatever you see in strange places, Jisung.""Don't...don't hurt my brother," Jisung begged Minho, a hand coming up to tug at his violet cloak. Whether out of the desire to beg or to simply touch, Jisung didn’t know. "It was my idea.""I wasn't planning to hurt you," Minho said. He grinned, pretty lips twisted into something beautifully wicked - the grin of a predator ready to sink its claws in its prey. When he spoke again, his voice was sickeningly sweet. "Far from it."“Please.” What was he even begging for? Minho gave him a sympathetic look. It was mocking, that much Jisung could tell. Although he wanted to run away, take his brother and run far, far away from here, Jisung leaned into the hand that caressed his cheek. "You're not the only ones who's starving, Jisung."Minho pulled him to his feet, then went around the table and dragged Felix up, leading the both of them to the door on the other side of the room. Amidst the shadows bathing the room in darkness, Jisung dazedly recognized a bed with white sheets in the middle of the room and nothing else before he was being pushed down on the bed."Sungie, I feel strange," Felix murmured.Jisung felt strange, too. His body felt like lava was running through his veins instead of blood, and his tunic felt so coarse and hot against his skin that he wanted to rip it off. Flashes of the stories his father had told them about man-eating monsters ran through his mind wildly, making a trickle sweat roll down his back. He gripped onto Felix tightly, eyes darting around the room. A closet, a painting, a bedside drawer, a lamp as the only light source, washing the room in a warm golden glow. A window, but Minho was walking in already with his cloak billowing behind him, blocking the night sky.Minho sat gently on the side of the bed, and he gave them a small smile. It was beautiful. It was meant to comfort. How was Jisung supposed to be comforted? He didn't know what was happening. Minho was leaning in towards Felix, a hand lifted. Jisung blocked it with his arm, and pulled Felix closer.To his shock, it wasn't Minho who pulled Felix away from his embrace. It was Felix himself who struggled in Jisung’s arms, his hand clutching the hem of the violet cloak hanging off of Minho's shoulders. Minho smiled wider, letting Felix hold onto his wrist."Felix!" Jisung hissed, but when Felix turned to look at him, his eyes were wild, lips parted. When Jisung said nothing else, Felix crawled into Minho's lap, burying his face in his neck. Minho tilted his head back and gave a soft sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he stayed still while Felix nibbled at his neck. Jisung watched all this with wide eyes, and suddenly, like the chaotic jumble in his mind had settled themselves into their proper places, realization clicked in his mind. Demons at night, a voice echoed in his mind, who feed on l@st and carnal pleasure.“Minho.”"Trust me," Minho whispered, eyes lidded, "Your brother wants this."Jisung gasped quietly as he watched Felix suck at Minho's neck and grind his hips down, making the both of them moan softly. Minho pulled at Felix’s hair gently to lift his face and kissed him, slow and sweet at first, but then his tongue swiped teasingly over Felix’s bottom lip and Felix was moaning, clutching onto Minho, parting his lips so Minho could push his tongue inside. Minho deepened the kiss, tilting Felix’s head back with his grip in his hair, pushing Felix down on the sheets. They parted, a thin trail of saliva hanging between their lips, glistening before breaking when Minho directed his fiery gaze at Jisung. Jisung couldn't look away, even if he had wanted to.Minho’s eyes were scorching his skin, making him burn like the flames of hell, and every part of his body itched for some sort of relief. Minho crawled closer towards him, and when Minho's lips pressed on his skin, it felt like salvation. When he looked into Minho's dark eyes, his will to run away crumbled to pieces like gingerbread crumbs.Whatever was in those sweets were too strong. They were f@ck@ng with Jisung's mind. That has to be it - it was the damned gingerbread making him melt under Minho’s hands. These sweets are meant to encourage, not force, a voice in his head reminded him, but he waved it away. It was the sugar in his blood, making him slip his tongue into Minho’s mouth when the man kissed him.When Minho pulled off Jisung’s clothes, the cool air which soothed Jisung's skin made Jisung sigh in relief. Minho smiled warmly, before kissing his collarbone and his chest. The man pulled away, his fingers coming up to remove the pin holding his cloak together. Jisung's hand shot up to stop him. Jisung didn't know why.When Minho tilted his head in question, Jisung said nothing. Those eyes stared into his, and then Minho was smiling that dangerously sweet smile of his. "You want me to keep the cloak on?Jisung didn't nod. Jisung didn't shake his head. Minho only laughed, and proceeded to remove the pin anyway. When Jisung's grip tightened on his hand, Minho said, "I need to take off my clothes. I'll put the cloak back on."Jisung's hand retreated slowly. Like Felix, he stared at Minho as the man stood up and let the violet cloak fall off of his shoulders, pooling around his feet. It was then that Jisung noticed the choker wrapped around his throat, a plain black band with a glimmering amethyst in the middle. A tiny cross hung below the amethyst, settling in the dip between Minho’s collarbones.Minho made quick work of his clothes, slipping them off of his body with a grace even a prince couldn’t compare to. Somehow, he managed to make shedding clothes seem like an intricate dance, deft hands flying over his body and strong legs maneuvering out of his trousers. Jisung stared at the wide expanse of smooth, honeyed skin, raking his eyes over every plane and angle, every curve and dip. He looked down, down, down, gulped. Minho was already hard.When Minho came back, settling on his knees between Felix and Jisung, he brought the cloak back with him as he had promised, draping it over his shoulders. He leaned towards Jisung, and purred, "Can you pin it for me?"With unsteady fingers, Jisung took the cloak pin and pinned Minho’s cloak back in place. Minho gave him a pleased smile, before crawling in between Felix’s thighs.“Felix, do you like frosting?” Minho asked in a sweet voice, swiping some frosting from the wall above Felix’s head. Felix nodded, opening his mouth when Minho touched his frosting-covered finger to his lips. Jisung watched as his brother sucked the finger in, letting out a noise of delight as Minho pushed his finger deeper into Felix’s mouth.Minho must have sensed Jisung’s stare. He pulled his finger from Felix’s lips, making Felix whine in protest, and turned to Jisung, and said, “Don’t worry your pretty little head, I’ll take care of you too. Be patient.” He smirked, then slid his tongue around the finger already coated with Felix’s saliva. He smeared more of the snow-white frosting on Felix’s lips, then leaned down to kiss him.Felix moaned into Minho’s mouth, his hand disappearing underneath the violet cloak draped over Minho’s naked body. Jisung’s hands itched to pull away the cloak, to brush it over the man’s shoulder so he could see more of that smooth skin. He tangled them in the sheets instead, and watched the man feed Felix more icing using his tongue.MInho pulled off Felix’s clothes and threw them on the floor, leaving him bare on the bed. Jisung saw Minho’s eyes glinting sharply as the man licked over his fang once again, dainty fingers running down Felix’s thighs, making Felix shiver in pleasure. His brother must feel so hot now, like he was baking in the oven sitting in the corner of Minho’s kitchen, and every touch Minho gave him must feel like sweet relief, soothing his burning skin. Jisung knew, because Jisung felt it, too, and he tried not to feel too miserable while he watched his brother bask in Minho’s attention while he himself got none.Minho laid down on his stomach and crawled lower down Felix’s thighs until his lips were right above his leaking c@ck. He gave the tip a small, kittenish lick; his eyes, which flitted to gaze almost teasingly at Jisung, made the image that much more catlike. Felix moaned, hips bucking up as his hands went to tangle in Minho’s hair. Minho gave him a teasing tsk, tsk and held his hips down with his petite hand.“Come closer,” Minho told Jisung, and Jisung scrambled to obey. Minho urged him closer until his thighs met Felix’s. One of Felix’s hands moved from Minho’s hair to Jisung’s, holding on tightly. When Felix opened his eyes, desire and need swirled in the deep depths of his irises along with the light of the lamp on the bedside drawer. Jisung smiled at him comfortingly, squeezing his hand, and Felix’s head relaxed further into the pillows, a small, satisfied smile on his lips.This close, Jisung could reach a hand out to feel the soft velvet of Minho’s cloak. He was torn between wanting to rip it off to see all of Minho’s naked body and wanting to keep it on, delighting in the way the deep violet complemented Minho’s skin so beautifully, in the way it made the sight of Minho that much more alluring - innocent yet sinful, clothed yet bare. Something stirred in Jisung’s guts, and he settled on brushing the cloak over one smooth shoulder, revealing more skin to his hungry eyes.Minho wrapped his rosy lips around the tip of Felix’s c@ck, sinking his head down in one elegant motion. He hollowed his cheeks as he stared up at Felix through his lashes, bobbing his head up and down and up again, dipping his tongue against the slit. Minho purred deep in his chest when Felix’s hand twisted tighter in his hair, hands so tight on Felix’s hips they were sure to leave bruises in the morning.Minho must have noticed Jisung’s pathetic state and decided to have mercy.  A hand snaked up Jisung’s thigh before delicate fingers wrapped around his c@ck, pumping to the rhythm of Minho’s head bobbing up and down on Felix’s c@ck. Jisung gave a soft moan, the hand intertwined with Felix’s squeezing down. His brother squeezed back as MInho gave his c@ck a hard suck. Jisung watched as Minho pulled away, a string of spit connecting his lips to Felix's c@ck. Eyes dark and lidded, Minho parted his glistening lips. His tiny fangs glinted in the warm light of the lamp sitting on the bedside drawer. Jisung held his breath as Minho softly, carefully brought the tip of one fang to Felix’s c@ck. Feather-light and slow, as if he was testing the waters, he dragged it up the length. Felix had been watching, but when Minho did this, he threw his head back and gave a drawn-out moan, hand holding onto Jisung’s in a vice grip.Minho gave a knowing smirk. “They always like this.” When Minho said these words, Jisung remembered that the man had mentioned other people discovering his gingerbread house. Jisung guessed these people ate Minho’s sweets, too, and fell into a state similar to his now. Minho must have been referring to those people. In his hazy state of mind, Jisung thought about how Minho did these things with those people, too. Jisung was sure that he had, with the way the man moved with such grace and confidence, as if he’d done this a million times already. An ugly fire melded with the one currently burning inside him, roaring in anger as he thought about all the people who had seen Minho in such a state, with his eyes dark and lidded and his lips red and swollen and his body all laid out like a feast.Minho removed his cloak, throwing it to the floor, and settled above Felix’s lap, his thighs on either side of the man. Reaching behind himself to steady Felix’s c@ck, he grinned. “You’re lucky I already prepared myself. You won’t have to wait, sweetling.” Felix gasped as Minho sank himself down on him, his hand flying away from Jisung’s to rest on the man’s hips instead. Minho had his head tipped back, the amethyst at his throat winking at Jisung, a subtle smile on his parted lips as he moaned. He gave Felix a few seconds to calm down before lifting his hips and then dropping down.Something slick and wet squelched as Minho bounced up and down on Felix’s c@ck, filling the room with lewd noises that made Jisung’s heartbeat speed up and his pupils shrink. His c@ck bounced wildly with each of his movements. The warm light from the lamp washed his body in a golden glow, making him look that much more ethereal, inhuman. Jisung had already figured he wasn’t human, but the way the lamplight made him glow just further imprinted that impression in Jisung’s mind. Maybe Minho was an angel. Do angels bounce this beautifully on people’s c@cks?“Minho - “ Jisung heard Felix gasp, a sharp, punched-out breath, before Felix was crying out and trembling, and Minho was glowing, glowing, lips parted around a moan as he slowed down for Felix.“Mhm.” Minho hummed - a long, stuttered noise of pleasure. “Good, that’s good, c@m for me.”Felix had his back arched, eyes shut close, body trembling. After a while, he sank back down into the sheets, body limp. HIs breaths slowed down, and before long, he was breathing steadily, looking relaxed and content.“We’ll let him sleep,” Minho said, panting lightly, and draped a blanket he took from the side of the bed over Felix. “Now, Jisung…” He made his way to sit on Jisung’s lap, his smile sharp and hungry. His fingers splayed over Jisung’s chest, leaving sensations like electricity dancing through Jisung’s skin wherever he touched. He took Jisung’s hands and placed them on his body, leaning to whisper beside Jisung’s ear, “Touch all you want.”Minho leaned back and stayed still, letting Jisung move at his own pace. Gulping, Jisung ran his hands slowly up Minho’s stomach, then his chest, running his fingers over his nipples. Minho seemed to love the attention Jisung was giving him, and he leaned further back, presenting his body and all that smooth, smooth skin to Jisung. He tipped his head to bare his neck, the amethyst on his throat glowing and making the fire in Jisung’s guts burn stronger. Jisung leaned down to bite at his neck; Minho gave a gasp, shivering in his hold.Jisung bit up, up, up before his teeth met the material of Minho’s choker. He growled in annoyance, wanting to mouth at the skin there, but Minho only chuckled and pushed him away gently. He crawled down Jisung’s legs until his mouth was hovering just above Jisung’s c@ck, lying on his stomach and resting his hands on Jisung’s thighs.He dragged his tongue up the length, dragging it slow and heavy in a way which made Jisung go insane. Minho took him in his mouth, slurping around him with this crazed look in his eyes, as if tasting Jisung was giving him all the ecstasy in the world. He took Jisung in deeper until his nose met the hair at the base of Jisung’s c@ck and Jisung could feel the back of his throat constricting around him. His tongue was skilled, dragging on the underside of Jisung’s c@ck and swirling around him, teasing the spot under the head which made Jisung see stars although his eyes were closed and he couldn’t see the night sky through the window. He would dip his tongue in the slit every time he went up, his eyelashes fluttering as he maintained eye contact with Jisung. It didn’t take long before Jisung was coming down his throat, a loud moan spilling down his lips.Minho crawled up and rested a hand against Jisung’s nape. He pressed his lips to Jisung, tongue snaking inside Jisung’s mouth, pushing something warm and salty on Jisung’s tongue. With a shiver, Jisung realized it was his own c@m being fed to him, and he moaned into Minho’s lips as the man pushed his c@m deeper into his mouth.“It’s better than frosting,” Minho murmured with a grin.“F@ck,” was all Jisung could gasp out.He had thought Minho would drape a blanket over him and let him sleep like he had done with Felix, but Minho was sitting himself on top of Jisung’s c@ck, which was still hard - it must be the sweets, the sweets, giving his body a boost. Jisung gasped out when he felt Minho’s hole on the tip of his d@ck, hot and wet, a warm liquid gushing out. Jisung’s eyes widened when he realized it was Felix’s c@m, some of it trickling down the insides of Minho’s thighs. Minho grinned at him, licking over a fang, and then he was sinking down on Jisung’s c@ck, and they were both moaning, holding onto each other.“Ah, so big,” Minho gasped out, his breath hot against Jisung’s skin. “I love it - ha, I love your c@ck, Jisung.”Minho’s heat was enveloping Jisung, dizzying and intoxicating, his walls so hot and wet and so, so tight around Jisung’s sensitive c@ck. Jisung gave a cry when he bottomed out inside Minho, holding onto the other’s hips to anchor himself to the present. He was afraid that if he let go, he'd fly away and never come back.Minho was panting heavily beside his ear, but there was a certain delighted melody to it, an ecstatic rhythm to his breathing as if having Jisung inside him was all he had ever wanted in this world. Jisung guessed that it was just a Minho effect - whoever was with him would feel like such a special person, and all those people that had stumbled upon his gingerbread house must have felt this way, too, must have gotten enchanted by Minho’s magic and his touches and his heat and everything he was drowning Jisung in right now. It was hard not to feel special, especially when MInho was clenching down so tight on his c@ck and purring right in his ear.“Jisung,” Minho breathed, dipping his tongue into the shell of Jisung’s ear. A shiver ran down Jisung’s spine when he felt the tip of a fang graze the lobe of his ear, so sharp yet so gentle. "You want it?"Jisung only whined.Minho pulled his hair. "I know you want it." The man leaned in towards Jisung’s face, until Jisung could feel Minho’s every breath grazing his lips. Minho gave him a sneer. "My sweets won't work on you unless you want it."With that, Minho lifted himself and dropped back down rapidly, bouncing on Jisung’s lap. Jisung arched his back, fingers clawing at the skin of Minho’s thighs. Jisung’s lips parted as he gasped each time Minho slammed down on him. Minho seemed to like whatever he saw on his face, because he giggled like a little girl and quickened his pace.Not being able to resist the feeling anymore, Jisung thrusted up just when Minho was dropping down, making Minho cry out loudly, hands flying to Jisung’s chest and clawing at his skin. Minho threw his head back, exposing the column of his throat to Jisung’s eyes. The amethyst of his choker seemed to throb wildly, as if it were affected with the same pleasure Minho was feeling. Thankfully, Felix slept through their noises, lying on the bed unmoving except for the gentle rise and fall of his chest. “Again,” Minho said, and Jisung obeyed. “Hah-! Again, again!”Jisung was chasing that feeling of release, thrusting up into Minho without holding back. Minho shifted slightly on his lap, and on the next thrust Minho was sobbing, crying out, “There! Right there, Jisung-” and Jisung was addicted to the way his name fell from MInho’s lips. He thrusted harder into Minho, and he closed his eyes, letting the pleasure wash over him, letting himself sink into the sensations Minho was so skillfully giving him. Suddenly, in the midst of wet squelching and skin slapping skin, through the noise roaring in Jisung’s ears, Jisung heard the sharp sound of snapping and crackling, like twigs being broken, like paper tearing.When he opened his eyes, two wings were unfurling from Minho’s back. At first they were closed, but slowly, they crack, cracked themselves to their full width, half-blocking the light from the lamp and casting dark shadows over Jisung. They looked like dragon wings - the golden light from the lamp spilled over a purplish-red expanse, shone over the dark, angled bones interspersed throughout the wings like fingers. It was breath-taking, this view, looking up at Minho who had cheeks as rosy as dawn and hair all messed up while his wings spread behind him like a dark halo. It was divine.Minho smirked at his dazed face, bouncing harder on Jisung’s c@ck. Something sharp grazed the skin of Jisung’s chest, and when Jisung looked down it was a thin tail, its pointy end teasingly brushing against Jisung’s nipple, making him gasp out. Minho brought a wing closer to Jisung, encouraging him to touch. Jisung did, grazing his fingers lightly over it, making Minho shiver above him and give a little moan.Minho was clenching tighter and tighter around him the more he caressed his wing. Soon enough, he was trembling, and when Jisung looked down his c@ck was a lovely shade of red, leaking profusely. “Jisung, I’m close.”Jisung only whined in response, bucking up into Minho faster, harder, wanting - no, needing Minho to come and unravel above him. Minho wrapped a hand around himself, fingers so pretty encircling his c@ck as he pumped himself roughly. Jisung was close, too, so close, and the pleasure was overwhelming him. He ran his nails down Minho’s thighs in pleasure, and Minho came hard with a cry, spurting c@m all over himself and Jisung. Some landed on Jisung’s cheek, and some landed near his lips; Jisung swiped his tongue over it, wanting to taste Minho.When Minho wrapped his fingers around Jisung’s throat, squeezing just the slightest bit, Jisung wasn’t able to hold back anymore, and he spilled inside MInho. Minho gave a delighted moan when he felt Jisung’s c@m, licking over his fangs as he brought a hand up to his lips, biting down on his finger. His eyes fluttered close, lashes trembling on his cheeks.Jisung laid there for a while, panting heavily. Minho was breathing just as harshly as him, still on Jisung’s lap. After a while, he pulled off of his c@ck, sliding over the side of the bed.He took a clean cloth and wiped Jisung down, and checked over Felix, too. He picked up his cloak, and draped it over Jisung.“Sleep well, Jisung,” he said with a smile. This time, it was warm and gentle, something that Jisung could get used to. Idly, Jisung noticed his wings folding, and disappearing behind his back.Jisung was too tired for words, so Minho only chuckled and kissed him chastely, before picking up the clothes strewn all over the floor and going out the door. Jisung snuggled up to his brother, wrapped in Minho’s violet cloak, and fell asleep to the gentle melody of Felix’s breaths and the smell of Minho around him.  When Jisung woke up, the sun streaming in through the window blinded him for a while. Then, he realized his brother wasn’t beside him.He stood up, the familiar ice-cold feeling starting to climb up his limbs. However, the door opened, and Minho walked in with a bundle of clothes and a cup of water in his hands.“Felix is just picking some vegetables from my garden and preparing whatever else you need. It’ll take a while, I told him to get as much as he could,” Minho said, sitting on the side of the bed. “Here are your clothes, I cleaned them. Drink some water.”Jisung’s throat was parched, so he took the cup offered to him first. The cool water soothed his dry throat. Meanwhile, Minho was saying, “The food is in your satchels, so remember to pick them up. I put them on the table.” He handed Jisung the bundle of clothes. “Felix told me you were searching for somebody and got lost.”“Yeah,” Jisung replied.Minho's tone became firmer, and the look in his eyes made Jisung pay attention. “Remember this. There's a tree near here with a purple marking - it leads northeast. Just go northeast from here, and you'll come upon Thunderous City. It's the capital of the Levanter Kingdom. You can start searching for whoever you’re looking for there. The prince and his knights might be willing to help you." He frowned at Jisung. "Make sure you stock up on food and supplies. And buy a weapon for yourselves. Your dagger won't do.""I think a weapon would be useless," Jisung said, laughing shyly. "We don't know how to fight.""Nonsense." Minho removed the choker around his neck, and put it around Jisung's. Jisung looked at him in question. "If you ever get into trouble with strangers, just show them this. There’s a good chance they'll leave you alone.""Oh? Are you some sort of a legend? Does everybody know you?""No, but the energy coming off of it might scare them away,” Minho said. Jisung pouted in confusion; Minho’s choker had never looked daunting to him, only beautiful. Like the owner. “Everyone forgets about me sooner or later. It’s in my blood. So even if I had met them before, they would most likely not remember me. With that logic, you could say nobody knows me." "I think I do," Jisung murmured."What?""I think I know you," Jisung said, a hand reaching for Minho's. "But I can't remember."Something flashed across Minho's face - a shadow, gone as quick as it had come, but Jisung had seen a sort of sadness in his eyes, and he hated himself for making Minho feel that way. Minho must have sensed it, because he smiled. “That’s alright. I never meet a person more than once, anyway.” He licked his lips. “They don’t look for me, and I don’t look for them. I think that’s best for everyone, no?”Somehow, those words made Jisung’s heart squeeze painfully. The fear hiding in his heart rose up his throat again, but he swallowed down. I won’t be alone, Jisung reassured himself, I’ll make sure of that Jisung squeezed Minho's hand, and cracked a smile. "I must have seen you in my dreams, then."Minho scoffed, but there was a smile on his face. "Oh, really?""You said..." Jisung began, but trailed off. After a while, he steeled himself. "You said many people stumble upon your house. They...they become like that too? You know, uh, like last night? They…?""They get insane with l@st? Most of them, but not all. The last visitors I had were two young children, brother and sister. I fed them and let them sleep, then sent them on their way." Minho frowned. "I would never touch those who aren’t willing, no matter how hungry I get." "Mhm.""As I've said, my sweets won't work unless you want me." Minho then smirked. "It's just that, most of the people do want me. They can’t lie to me. I’m a creature of l@st.” Minho was leaning in, so close. He whispered, “I smelled it on you, Jisung, your desire. You wanted.” Jisung gulped, then whispered, "It's hard not to."“Not to what?”“To want you.”He stared into those eyes, and Minho stared back. "You said Felix will take a while?" Jisung slowly asked.When Minho nodded, Jisung pulled him in and kissed him. Then he pushed Minho down on the sheets, ripped off that violet cloak and his clothes, and took him, bending him almost in half on the sheets.  "I...don't want to go."Minho sighed, in a way which made Jisung feel like he was a naive child being stubborn and Minho the adult trying to hold onto his patience. It wasn't supposed to be a very good feeling, but Jisung had already learned that when it came to Minho, everything was a good feeling. "Just go, Jisung," Minho said, voice leaving no room for argument. "Your brother needs you."Jisung wanted to protest more, but he knew Minho was right. Felix was waiting for him. He took one last look, long and hard, memorizing each detail of the man sprawled on the bed before him - each long eyelash fanning over rosy cheeks, each stray strand of hair splayed on a beautiful forehead. He memorized the way Minho's thighs were still trembling, although it was obvious Minho was trying to appear calm and composed, trying to put on that air of lazy boredom that he had when they had first met outside his gingerbread house. He memorized the marks he had left over smooth, honeyed skin, the curves and dips and angles and planes of Minho's body. He memorized all of it, but he knew that the thing that would visit him most in his dreams later would be those dark, watchful eyes - feline, alluring, addicting.Minho's lips curled up in the corner in amusement, raising an eyebrow. Jisung realized he had been staring for too long, and cleared his throat. “Trying to memorize the view, Jisung?” Minho asked, chuckling. “You’re wasting your energy. You wouldn’t remember, anyway.”Jisung frowned at Minho. He would remember, Minho’s words be damned. "Remember, Jisung. Northeast."Before Jisung turned around, amethyst light seemed to flash through Minho's irises, but they were gone as quick as they had come, and Jisung had to go.On the way out the door, Jisung grabbed a few of the bread loaves lying on a plate on the table. He didn't look back, because if he did, he might not be able to go at all.  
  Everyone forgets about me sooner or later.
Even though Jisung told himself that he’d never forget about Minho, about the touches they shared and the kisses they peppered on each other’s skin, he had a feeling that Minho wasn’t being dramatic when he said that. It was a fact. It’s in my blood.He and Felix had been already walking for a couple of hours when he snapped. He threw the loaf of bread he was holding onto on the side of the road, whirling back around. Felix had gasped in surprise from his sudden outburst.Jisung couldn't just walk away like nothing had happened. He couldn't just forget about Minho, couldn't bear the thought of never seeing him again. If he had to forget, well, f@ck, then he’d just stay by Minho’s side forever and remember him every single time he woke up. Minho told him that Jisung had wanted, and yes, Jisung did want. I’ll make sure of it, Jisung had promised himself, and so he grabbed a couple of extra bread loaves from the table. Felix had been walking slightly in front of him, so he hadn't noticed Jisung leaving a trail of crumbs behind them. The choker had felt heavy wrapped around his neck - a constant reminder of Minho, of Minho's touches, of the pleasure Minho had given him like no other. He turned around, ready to follow the trail back to that gingerbread house.There was no trail.Jisung looked around frantically, walking back the way they came. Felix was calling out to him, asking what was wrong, but Jisung couldn't hear him over the noise rushing in his ears. Where was the trail? A single crumb laid to the side, half-hidden in a bush, but there was nothing else. Nothing.Jisung went to his knees on the dirt path, looking closely for any signs of the crumbs. Suddenly, a bird swooped down from the trees and snatched the crumb away. Jisung gaped at it as it flew off happily, the crumb in its beak.He knelt there dumbfounded. Felix must have sensed his rising misery - he always did, ever since they were young. He rubbed Jisung's back comfortingly, murmuring soothing words Jisung couldn't hear.The gingerbread crumbs were gone. His trail back to Minho was gone. Everyone forgets about me sooner or later. Jisung hastily scrambled for memories of honeyed skin under golden lamplight, rosy lips smiling dangerously sweet at him, a voice melodic and airy in his ear. They were there still, but Jisung couldn’t stop the desperate beating of his heart. It’s in my blood.  If Jisung had to describe Thunderous City, the capital of the Levanter Kingdom, it'd be, well, thunderous.The city buzzed with the noise of life, thunderous and loud. Bright and colorful were the fabrics that the merchants and the nobles wore, and the many trinkets and goods being sold in the streets sparkled. The loud calls of the shopkeepers and stall vendors came from both sides of the streets, melding with the clopping of horse hooves on the paved paths and the ringing sounds coming from the blacksmith shops. Many people cheered for the men in shining armor who passed through the streets atop majestic horses - these were the knights and the noblemen who came to participate in the king’s joust, accordion to the baker. It was dizzying, overwhelming, especially to someone who had rarely left his home in the woods. Thankfully, Felix adapted to this foreign, bustling environment easily, bartering with a baker who was trying to sell them overpriced bread.  Some people were hanging out colorful decorations in the streets. When Jisung had asked a young man passing in the street, he said it was for the annual festival held by the king to commemorate the founding of Levanter Kingdom. The joust is part of the festival, the man had informed him.Jisung had been standing quietly to the side, watching everything going on around him. Suddenly, to the side, Jisung heard a girl of around fifteen shriek in delight.“He told me I’m going to marry a handsome man!” the girl told her taller friend.“He said I was going to become a fierce warrior one day,” the friend said proudly. “Warrior?” the girl laughed at her friend. “That’s for boys, stupid!’“You’re stupid,” the friend retorted, but then they were laughing together, no signs of argument between them. Jisung was intrigued, sp he listened attentively to the conversation of the two. The girls must have noticed him staring, and they giggled at him. Suddenly, the taller girl caught sight of something in his throat, eyes widening a bit. Jisung looked down; it was the choker. He tried to hide it better, but his tunic wasn’t exactly high. The girls whispered between each other. “Another free...the purple choker...he said…” Jisung couldn’t hear them clearly now, only standing there awkwardly.He was about to leave when the smaller girl spoke. “Sir,” she said, “Would you like to have your fortune told?”Jisung blinked in surprise. One, two, three. “Alright?”The two girls giggled happily and dragged him away by his wrists, laughing gleefully. Jisung was confused, going along with them until they reached the end of a narrow alley. It was dark, the sunlight barely making its way past the second stories of the buildings on both sides.In front of him stood a door leading to a dark room. He could only make out the wistful dance of violet and purple silks swaying in a breeze he couldn’t feel. The mystery of the place made his stomach clench, as if telling him to run away from this mysterious place, but he ignored it. The girls pushed him inside, giggling softly, and suddenly the shadows fell upon him, crowded his vision.“Why...” said a voice from behind the curtain of silk, soft and airy with a teasing lilt to it, as if whoever it was had been expecting Jisung. “Would you like your fortune told, darling?”When Jisung heard the voice, he froze. White-hot sparks of electricity ran through his skin; the choker grew tight and heavy around his throat. It was but a single syllable, but Jisung would, could never forget that voice - melodic, dangerously sweet.The silk curtains danced airily, and for one swift moment, they parted, moving away from each other and leaving an opening in the middle. Through that brief opening, Jisung saw a pair of dark feline eyes - alluring, addicting, and with a sly sweetness, looking up at him through long, long lashes on rosy cheeks. Suddenly, a flash of amethyst light ran through those eyes, lightning-quick, before Jisung was running, running into the violet curtains.'
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