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  1. Public Bookmark 31

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    Fatherhood is tiring for both In-ho and Gi-hun. So In-ho adviced Gi-hun to take a break, hang out with his friends. But he misses him. Too much.

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    In-ho fucks Gi-hun's pillow 'cause he can't live without him for five minutes.

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    31 Mar 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 49

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    “Gi-hun,” Young-il laughs in response. His voice has turned deeper, raspier, as if he's holding back from revealing too much just through his tone. He's a mysterious man, no doubt about it. Gi-hun knows nothing about him, and yet he's allowed him to get close, to set his stomach on fire and paint his face a crimson that makes his cheeks burn. He knows he's blushing. The thin layer of cold sweat contrasting against the heat in his face is enough to confirm it. “Gi-hun tell me, how will you ruin him? Aren't you afraid he'll ruin you first?

    It sounds like a threat. It shouldn't, but it's there, pulsating in every perfectly enunciated syllable.

    “I won't give him that satisfaction. He's already taken too much from me. What else could he possibly take?”

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    13 Mar 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 84

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    “So, so delicious... I want to eat you whole, Gi-hun. Let me…”

    Gi-hun nods frantically, not caring if his response is too eager, if Young-il might see him as some pathetic bastard desperate for human touch. It doesn’t matter, not when he can feel the same hunger in Young-il. The way he grinds against his ass, his simulated thrusts pressing his face harder and harder against the wall. Deep, slow rolls of his hips, savoring the way Gi-hun moans—shameless, effortless, without restraint. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if half the players hear him moaning, begging for more. More contact, more friction, more skin, more violence.

    He thinks he could come just from this—just from Young-il rutting against him, just from his kisses, his bites, his claiming touch.

    “Just like that... That’s how I like you, baby. Moan for me. Let me hear that pretty voice of yours…”

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    10 Mar 2026

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    Instead of pushing him away, Gi-hun raked his nails across Inho's back, leaving small, lust-filled scratches in his wake. And Inho relished it—relished the proof of their connection etched into his skin. He loved being marked, claimed, by no one else but Gi-hun himself. The stinging pain meant nothing to him if it meant bringing pleasure to the one he loved more than anything.

    OR, Inho spends the final round of Mingle together with Gi-hun, consumed by the need to finally claim him in the limited time they have.

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    08 Mar 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 20

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    “You know, this can wait,” Gihun murmured against his temple. His dampened fingertips slipped through the gap in Inho’s robes to massage the spot right beneath his belly button, connivingly avoiding his beading tip. Inho grimaced, thighs tensed. “It’s the same every year. Once they’re dead, they’re dead. They won’t,” He laughed, barely an exhale. “-they won’t come back.” He paused. “Now that would be quite the show, wouldn’t it?”

    Show or nothing. Inho had his face buried against the side of Gihun’s neck by now and lips pulled back just enough so his teeth scraped down the column of muscle, savouring every salt-slicked inch. He closed his eyes. He could taste himself against him and it was affecting him way too much. The back of his lids played white, violet and murky gold. The CCTVs played on and he saw nothing. Gihun had him.

    His prize —his greatest living possession.

    Inho sighed, smoothing his thigh with his palm, trying to calm himself.

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    07 Feb 2026