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What happens when you read way too many arousing novels and romanticise life? You let your boyfriends prove that yes, everything is possible.
Seungmin knew he was fucked the moment he looked at Seo Changbin and Bang Chan.
Because as he sat there, observing the sight of his two Boyfriends, he couldn't help but feel...Aroused.Seungmin liked Buff men. That wasn't a secret. He liked big biceps, built big enough to through him around like a sack of potatoes. But he had a problem. They hadn't sex yet.Both men were gentlemen.
and Seungmin had loved it.
...until he was desperate for a dicking down.
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He was an advisor and he was a prince. He advised the prince that he wasn't the one for him. But it seems the prince loves to never listen.
Among the intergalactic council of the collision, and his home, the planet of Seraphic, Chan was known for the kind of man he was. For his strategic mind and his wisdom.
He was the kings advisor, having served the kings of each Seraphian generation.
Prince Seungmin of Seraphic was one of the reasons chan would never find himself married. Why? Because this young prince had claimed chan the moment they met. Seungmin was the only son of the king. The king practically let the young boy get away with everything.He was a complete and utter spoilt brat. He was reckless and a cunning prince.
Chan Knows. Prince Seungmin will always get what he wants.
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Feeling ignored, invisible and unloved is the worst feeling in the world.
You could suffer through so many things quietly in your own solitude, maybe even away from the conflict but it's still just as bad.
Everything just feels suffocating.
Being in the presence of others is suffocating.
Yet I'm still sitting here pleading in silence,
Because I don't want to be alone anymore.
(Stray kids Fanfiction one-shot-Angst, Bang Chan-centric)
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“I, Kim Seungmin,” he starts with a fake nervous voice and pretends that his hands are shaking. “Take you, Han Jisung, for my lawful husband, to have something and something, better or worse, richer or poorer, but please be rich, I want to drink martinis in our penthouse, something, something, death part of something, for the rest of my life, or at least till the end of the night.”
Jisung smiles and interlocks their hands, now they sit just like the couple from Australia, cheesy and sweet. “Han Jisund and Kim Seungmin, I now pronounce you husband and husband. May the force be with you,” he finishes with Darth Vader's impersonation and Seungmin wipes his non-existent tears. “That’s it I guess?”
“Boo! No kissing the groom?” Seungmin pouts when Jisung lets go of his hands.
OR: Seungmin and Jisung are on their first date, an eccentric couple invites them to play table football together so they pretend to be married. That's it, that's the story.
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His heart starts beating too hard as he brings the boxers to his face.
The smell is immediate and concentrated, the sort of scent the washing machine never fully erases. Under the faint layer of detergent there is the warm, salty, very human musk that’s just Chan. It’s sweat that’s dried on fabric, the ghost of his soap, the heat of his body cooked into the cotton.
It should be gross.
Jeongin’s knees feel weird and loose.
or; Jeongin is a pervert who steals his roommate's underwear.
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Felix turns to Jeongin and grabs his wrist to massage it before he stops himself. Jeongin frowns and waits for Felix to start moving again or explain why he froze, but he doesn’t do anything.
“What’s wrong hyung?” Jeongin asks softly.
“I–I— Sorry. I just… I used to massage Nahyun hyung’s wrists when we were playing games too,” Felix whispers dejectedly, and Jeongin’s face falls. Oh. “I’m sorry, it’s a silly thing to be upset over—”
“It’s not,” Jeongin cuts in, grabbing Felix’s hand. “I get it. You were together for six years, you can’t just forget those six years and everything you’ve done together.”
“I know and that’s why I hate it!” Felix exclaims, startling Jeongin. “Everything still reminds me of him! I— We did so much together, and he just— threw it away? I gave him all my firsts, all those milestones— my first kiss– my first proper relationship, my first time, my first time moving in with someone— I gave all of them to him and he– just— ugh!”
OR: Felix has a bad breakup with someone he gave all his firsts to. Jeongin helps him start over and have his firsts again, this time with him.
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Hyunjin leans in closer to Jisung’s ear, tilting his chin up to speak low. “Shouldn’t you be working on charming your date?”
“Bold of you to assume I haven’t already achieved peak charm with him!” And though Jisung puffs out his chest in a way that is clearly exaggerated, a glow of innocence laces his smile. “I think he really likes me, Hyune.”
Something odd occurs in his chest- it’s nameless and shapeless and it writhes like it’s enclosed in a clenched fist, desperate to grow and spill out. There’s something like pride in there too, a swell of warmth he feels often around someone as bright as Jisung. A sunshine he knows all too well. The ache to it has him reaching out, fingers brushing over Jisung’s silky hair like he would pet a cat, thumbing tenderly where his hairline melts into his honey tan skin. “I’m happy for you, baby,” Hyunjin smiles, and it’s genuine because it must be.
or: Hyunjin tries to get his best friend of 6 years a boyfriend, but starts realizing he might not like the word 'boyfriend' associated with Jisung unless its with him.
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“Come here,” Changbin’s voice — low, rough, warm.
He pulled Felix in with ease, with purpose. Placed him right between them like that spot had always been his.
Felix sat down, and suddenly, the whole world seemed to shrink. The warmth of their bodies bled into him, surrounding him, pulling him in like gravity.
“We’ll pour the wine,” Chan said with that crooked smile of his — lazy, confident, a little too knowing. Felix tried to focus on the movie. Really, he did. But he didn’t stand a chance.
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Felix is a constantly panicked gay — and it’s entirely the fault of his hot firefighter neighbors, who roam the hallway sweaty and shirt-clinging on a daily basis. So when they invite him to a community event (read: wet, muscular men in action), how the hell is he supposed to say no?
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12 Jan 2026