Riize
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“Or we could talk about the rest of us, who are here,” Wonbin says. The beer is helping him feel less like a hunted animal at the mere mention of Eunseok’s name, at least. “We don’t need him. If he doesn’t want to be part of it, then whatever. His loss.”
Four pairs of eyes look at him at the same time, and Wonbin’s hands tighten around his glass, wet and clammy.
“Actually, we do need him,” Sungchan says, and he sounds apologetic. “Mnet’s condition is that all of us have to sign on, or they’re rescinding the proposal.”
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Or, years into the future, Wonbin is forced to face his biggest demon from the past: his falling out with Eunseok, who still wants absolutely nothing to do with him.
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Wonbin is the top model in the country, lauded by the industry and the world, and nobody can come close to her crown - except Jung Sungchan, rookie model who's annoyingly popular and rising rapidly. Wonbin is not threatened, and she is not attracted to Sungchan. Not even a little bit.
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But as previously stated, Seunghan is straight. He might think Sohee is cute, or whatever, but that just means he has good taste, not that he actually wants him. It's been a while since he broke up with his latest girlfriend, anyway. He doesn't think Seunghan is the kind of person to do this just to get his dick wet, but... he's drunk, and probably confused.
He opens his mouth to very politely reject him.
"Sure, but only if you bottom."
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- Part 4 of 🐋's riize fics
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There is no dirt under his nails. No specks of blood on the hems of his jacket. He smells like Juliette Has a Gun and decidedly not like graveyard and all in all, things are looking pretty good.
In short, Wonbin has the day off.
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After a night out drinking with his friends, Sungchan gives in to the urge to use Anton as his personal flesh-and-blood toy.
Sungchan weighed over seventy kilos, but Anton had the legs of a professional swimmer. He was strong. He should be able to withstand anything Sungchan threw at him, and he wanted to test those limits.
The boy parted his mouth. “Hyung… what’s happening?”
“Shh… it’s fine.”
“It’s tight...”
Sungchan grabbed him by the back of the neck, and the boy whimpered and said all the same: “Don’t complain.”