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It’s been years now, Minho’s learned to live with it. Having Jisung in his life, just being by his side is enough. He’s the only one in love but that’s okay, because love is never wasted on Jisung.
Honestly, Minho was doing just fine.
Then Lee Felix had to go and ruin everything with his stupid game.
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14 Oct 2022
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Sometimes, being a cuddly drunk is hard, but Jungkook has mostly learned how to deal with it by himself. Sometimes, he runs himself a bath and curls into the warm water. Sometimes, he crawls into bed and shoves blankets behind him until he can believably pretend there’s someone cuddled up against his back. Most times, though, those things aren’t enough.
Most times, just like this time, Jungkook takes to Tumblr.
[or, Jungkook is lonely and sugar talks helps.]
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When Jungkook crawls in bed with him, Seokjin is happy. Content, really, because routine is routine.
But it starts as one body, then two, then three then four-
When it reaches six, Seokjin begins to think that this might be a little ridiculous.
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Jimin thinks his friends are overthinking it. Just because they are (or are dating) hybrids, it doesn't mean his newly taken in cat (that maybe does seems quite smart and able to understand him) can turn into a human...right?
" Jimin huffed, his hands in small fists against the table, and he didn’t know why, but he stood up, causing Yoongi to startle, his mouth a little open in surprise as he stared up at the boy.
“Then you just haven’t experienced the good parts yet. I’ll show you,” Jimin said, meeting Yoongi’s gaze decidedly. “I’ll show you why it’s worth it to be human.” "Series
- Part 3 of Hybrids AU
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Not all love is gentle. Sometimes it’s gritty, dirty and possessive. Sometimes it’s not supposed to be careful or soft at all. Sometimes it feels like teeth.
Iwaizumi stared at the lean, cowering figure beneath him. Smooth alabaster skin begging to be blemished. Tainted. Defiled. Wandering digits scraped across the wide expanse of supple flesh. Firm legs that went on for days. He rested calloused palms against sinewy limbs. Felt the contrast. Groaned.
Blunt nails dug into the unblemished canvas. Watched as red crescents formed. A throaty growl of appreciation left parted lips. His grip tightened. The body beneath convulsed. Contorted. Waves of pleasure- tension, rippled through the lithe frame.“Hajime.”