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San leaned back on his hands, tilting his head toward the ceiling. He watched the blades of the fan circle overhead in near silence. Tomorrow, they’d be doing this again. And the day after. Then he caught himself.
No. Not the day after.
The thought was still new enough that it didn’t feel real.
Wooyoung’s father had broken the news at the beginning of the summer. We’re moving to Seoul! It’s a great opportunity for me, he had said as Wooyoung sat in stony silence. His father’s voice had softened as he followed up, A great opportunity for us all. You can apply to colleges in the city and really make something of yourself. You can even keep dancing there, I’m sure there’ll be classes you can join!
Wooyoung had been fighting his emotions when he broke the news to them all those weeks ago. The others had formed a tight circle around him as he finally soaked their shirts with his tears. As San joined in the hug, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was slipping through his fingers, something he hadn’t even held onto yet, something he couldn’t even name.
It felt like someone had pressed pause on the world.
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“It’s been growing fast...Faster than it should. Look,” He turned the dish so Wooyoung could see the fine roots spreading from the base of the vine, thin as a spiderweb and already close to the edge of the dish
Wooyoung’s brow furrowed. “But didn’t you only find it today?”
Yeosang smiled faintly. “Yes.”
The air crackled, sounding almost like electricity along high-tension wires and Wooyoung felt slightly nauseous at the sickly scent of flowers that shouldn’t still be blooming this late in the season, as if growth rates were outstripping natural parameters. He reached for the dish, but Yeosang stilled him. His grip was firm yet gentle, and the heat of it shocked him like current.
“It’s sensitive to touch.”
“It can feel us?”
Yeosang’s gaze dropped to his mouth before returning to his eyes, pinning him in place. “All life feels, Wooyoung, but plants don’t have language like us, so we can’t always understand when they tell us.”
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A little gift for spooky season
Title from the song by Jeff Buckley and Elizabeth Fraser
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Wooyoung loved to push. He’d woken that morning with a fire burning under his skin, yet no time to indulge. He couldn’t help admiring Hongjoong’s round, enticing ass, couldn’t help thinking how biteable it was. The alluring glimpses of his tattoo as it occasionally peaked out from his short sleeve weren't helping either. He was suffering because of how sexy his boyfriend looked as he danced, sweat dripping down his sexy fucking neck.
So of course he couldn’t help relentlessly teasing Hongjoong during dance practice. Seemingly innocent touches as they passed each other during choreo, a carefully calculated misstep which resulted in Hongjoong accidentally pressing up against the plushness of Wooyoung’s ass and thighs. Wooyoung had to bite back a moan at the contact. Fuck, he wanted him, but he wanted Hongjoong to want him more.
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They all give so much of themselves at each stop of the tour, the blood, the sweat, the tears. For everything they give to atiny, they receive so much more in exchange. The devotion and adoration of their fans is palpable each time they perform, a wave of love that surges through the crowd night after night.
But the exhaustion that comes with giving your all is all too real. With the final shows of this leg of the tour still to come, all Hongjoong wants to do is slip in the bed beside Seonghwa and be the big spoon to Hwa’s little one.
“Ah, Joongie, I missed you. I need your kisses,” Seonghwa murmured, arms outstretched and beckoning Hongjoong closer.
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“W-what are you doing back?” Hongjoong stutters out, grabbing the soiled pillow to hide behind, mind searching frantically for any sort of explanation to give for what he’s just been caught doing.
There’s no point. Who knows how long Seonghwa has been standing there—how much he’s seen? There’s not a single thing Hongjoong could say other than: “Yeah, I actually was livestreaming myself getting off all over the pillows you sleep on every night, wearing your clothes and moaning your name. Your eyes aren’t deceiving you.”
Or; Camboy Hongjoong decides to switch things up for his stream, and Seonghwa of course has to walk in on him and change the trajectory of their friendship forever.
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05 Jun 2024
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Park Seonghwa leads a group of future priests in learning the ways of God's grace at East Horizon's Abbey.
Life there is calm, until a crew of pirates claim sanctuary behind their walls.
They're rough, unruly, and festering with sin, especially their leader, Kim Hongjoong.
Seonghwa is hoping that the church will be a good influence on him. Hongjoong hopes that he can be the exact opposite for Seonghwa.
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13 May 2024