Mel00
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A note from my phone: Jikook meetig in a park (both jogging, but Jungkook sitting on a bench and watching Jimin)+ cafe date
But not it’s not exactly that..
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Eleven men participate in a queer dating show to find love. As cliché as it is, not everything is set from the beginning and nothing is as it seems.
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“Mister Park, your ride is ready.”
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If it’s not the perceptible move of sticking a leg inside the room from the outside before stepping in, it’s definitely the ‘rodeo’ remix beginning to play announcing the oncoming performance.
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“I don’t remember allowing you to start without me.“ he scolds.
“But now that it already came to this,“ Wooyoung motions to San‘s hand that’s slowly but sheepishly leaving his cock and starts to undress himself, “you’re not allowed to touch yourself in any way until I say so.“ he finishes.
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- Part 7 of Seven Days A Week
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It’s difficult to pinpoint the tipping point of a lie.
Five times the fashion world thought Hongjoong and Seonghwa were together, and one time they made it a reality.
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23 Dec 2025
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They’re toeing a line, and they both know it.
Because nothing’s really official. No promises, no labels, not even a conversation about what they could be. Just the sex. The pet names that fall off Wooyoung’s lips. The nights that start with casual teasing and end with San’s voice wrecked and Wooyoung’s nails clawed into his back.
And the mornings after. Those are the worst. Too quiet, too easy, the way Wooyoung will hum to himself while making coffee, like they didn’t fuck against the tool bench six hours ago. Like his mouth wasn’t on San’s throat, crying while he’s stuffed full, his breath a promise San pretended not to hear.
If they pretend hard enough, maybe they can keep fooling themselves that this doesn’t mean anything. That it’s just a good time, a summer fling. That it’s not already too much. They exist in this careful little limbo—too close to be just friends, too tangled to call it casual, and too goddamn scared to say otherwise.
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san and wooyo fuck and tease their feelings into realization
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- Part 2 of two hands on the throttle
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24 Sep 2025
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Hongjoong whistled low. “A tall order, sire.” He cocked his head to the side with a snarky smile on his lips. “And it comes at a steep price.”
Seonghwa’s father gripped the armrests of his throne. “Name it.”
Hongjoong paused to rake his eyes over Seonghwa. “You will give me your son in marriage.”
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Pirate Captain Hongjoong is more powerful than the King. He knows it. The King knows it. Everyone knows it. So when the King begs him for an alliance, Hongjoong can name his price. No one expects him to demand the crown Prince’s hand in marriage, least of all Prince Seonghwa. But can Seonghwa survive on the savage seas? And will this loveless marriage harden his heart like the pirate he’s been tied to?
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Bookmarked by Mel00
08 Sep 2025
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In Kazakh culture, friendship or love between humans bloom from being seen. So “I like you” in Kazakh, “Men seni zhaksy koremin” means “I see you clearly.”
Hongjoong and Seonghwa cook together.
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31 Aug 2025
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"Please don’t let him see me. Please."
The words cracked in the air desperately. But the man in glasses didn’t flinch. There was no response, no softening, no flicker of hesitation in the set of his jaw.
"Please, San."
The name was a whisper of a memory—once spoken in laughter, in trust. Now, it was shaped by terror.
"You’ve known me for so long. Don’t give me to him.”
Bound hands strained, reaching for something in San that might still remember who they once were. But San remained motionless, his expression remained impenetrable, a wall of resolve where there should have been empathy.
“Please. I’m sorry. Please.”
The words fell apart, one after the other, like a man unraveling at the feet of someone who used to care.
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14 Aug 2025