Fics like The mask you left behind

Jisung sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. The alcohol had stripped the filter from his tongue. “You can turn into anybody, right?” Minho blinked, clearly caught off-guard. “Huh? Uhm, yeah.” A laugh, sharp and a little bitter, slipped from Jisung’s mouth. “Funny. I know you’ve had a thing for me since freshman year. Everyone knows. But the one I want? He doesn’t even see me.” Minho went rigid, his ears red, gaze locked firmly on the grass now. “Yeah,” Jisung muttered, his grin twisting. “I guess you get it. You look at me the way I look at him. And he…” he gestured vaguely back toward the party, “he’s too busy blushing at succubi tits to notice me.” The silence stretched. Then Jisung leaned closer, voice low, almost conspiratorial. “What if I gave you a chance? One night. You can be him. Just… for a little while. I’m selfish, yeah, but you’d get me, and I’d get what I need. Fair trade.”

Fics like The mask you left behind

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