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Wooyoung knew that love wasn't for him, at least not right now. A year and a half ago, he would have said the opposite, but after the events of eighteen months ago with San, he refused to fall in love ever again.
He had loved so deeply. So much so that it had cost him seventeen months of therapy, tears, a cat, weeks of comfort from Yeosang, overtime hours at work to stay busy and refrain from thinking about San, and a move. All of that just to accept the end of their relationship.
And he truly thanked the thief who stole his bag and left him without a phone, because otherwise, he would have written to San again to beg him to take him back.
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16 Sep 2026
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Choi San is heir to a massive conglomerate of legal and illegal international shipping and arms dealing businesses. Jung Wooyoung is an escort. As fate would have it, the two meet on the mafia man's birthday and San falls first *and* harder.
*This is a Woosan RP currently occurring between myself and my close friend who doesn't have an Ao3.*
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16 Sep 2026
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Seven wolves.
Seven mates.
One pack slowly falling apart.
Months into their tour, BTS's carefully controlled lives begin unraveling as their wolves grow increasingly restless and unstable. They can't understand why their instincts are demanding something they can't give them.
Then an unfamiliar Omega walks into their rehearsal room.
Her scent is hidden. Her identity is ordinary. And she has no idea why seven strangers suddenly seem to breathe easier simply because she's there.
They don't know it yet.
But their pack has been missing its eighth member all along.
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15 Sep 2026
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"There we go," Hongjoong praised once more as the omega regained some lucidity. "Just breathe. How are you feeling?"
Seonghwa took a shaky breath, his body still humming with restless energy. He felt boneless, sated, and more confused than ever. He slowly pushed himself up, clutching the rumpled robe in his fist as he finally risked a glance towards Hongjoong, who was cleaning up his supplies with an easy efficiency.
He was so handsome. And so completely, professionally off-limits.
"It was..." Seonghwa started, his mind blank and voice hoarse. "It was good. Really good."
"I'm glad." A genuine, pleased smile graced Hongjoong's lips, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You did well."
The omega averted his gaze, clit still throbbing, body still begging for more, and fingers already itching to book another session.
He was so undeniably, utterly, profoundly fucked.
OR,
Single Parent Park Seonghwa, 35, is tired of life and wants to get it fucked out. Unfortunately for him, Kim Hongjoong, 25, the unfairly hot man who strokes him to completion every weekend, is a man of strong principles and even stronger restraint.
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14 Sep 2026
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“Aigo, baby, I’m not really upset,” Hongjoong soothed, smiling. “I just want you to feel comfortable asking for this kind of stuff. You’d think that by this point you’d have learned that it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Except it was. Seonghwa didn’t usually feel a strong need to wear Hongjoong’s clothes to bed—except when he was about to go into heat. It was very shameful, and it made him self-conscious to know that if he grew comfortable asking for it then Hongjoong would soon learn to recognize the pattern. It was a bad habit he’d developed since they were very young, and he’d struggled to drop it even after Hongjoong had been assigned as his alpha in the pack.
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06 Sep 2026