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Twenty-eight thousand, six hundred seventy-six dollars and forty-nine cents.
That’s how much debt he was in after his tuition balance finally posted.
Felix stared at the number, numb. His adrenaline had spiked so fast that now his hands tingled, his stomach twisted hollow, and a cold sweat clung to the back of his neck.
He was officially at rock bottom—with absolutely no idea how to climb out.
Tears pricked behind his eyes, hot and humiliating.
Felix swallowed. And then it came back—that thought.
That dangerous, glowing idea that had been flickering in the back of his mind every time he looked at his boss.
He’d spent the last week and a half pushing it down. Forcing it down. Trying to bury it beneath professionalism and pride.
But what was wrong with…asking?
Not that word. Not outright.
Just an offer. A proposal.
The worst he could do was say no.
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Felix is technically Chris' sugar baby but it's never outright said.
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29 Nov 2025
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Minho's days revolve around the warmth of the oven; Chan's, around the cold hum of his office. They share a home but not a life, well, not really. But when Minho's heart falters, both are forced to realize that the things left unspoken don't stay quiet forever.
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28 Nov 2025
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The alpha leaned on the doorframe but didn't step into the room. Felix wasn't sure if he was deliberately keeping his distance, but he appreciated the gesture nonetheless. From his spot on the couch, he waved.
The alpha bowed. “Hello,” he said. “It's nice to meet you, roommate-nim.”
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16 Nov 2025
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Soft amber lights spilled across deep burgundy walls. Smoke curled in the air, sweet with perfume and bitter with cigars. A low jazz band crooned in the corner, the trumpet crying like a heart in confession. Women in sequins and feathers laughed as they brushed past men in crisp suits, but there was something electric—something beneath the surface. Here, every glance lingered too long. Every touch meant something more.
Felix’s throat went dry.
Han leaned close, voice low in his ear. “Welcome to the Velvet Cabaret.”
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if the great gastby and call me by your name had a baby, it'd be this fic.
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12 Nov 2025
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Jisung often dreamed in black and white. He saw keys, a stool, an empty crowd and a piano that outgrew him. And then came the colour, he supposed. Colour in purple bruises, stained bandages and red gloves that suddenly made it all better.
Or Jisung was a prodigy in a life he wanted nothing more than to forget and Minho was now the main event.
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