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“We've always been told that we want to be greedy, that we should be greedy, haven't we? That we should want more, achieve more, accomplish more.” Wooyoung expresses himself with a competitive fervor that pulses as strongly in his veins as it does in Yeosang and San's. “So why would it be wrong to want two people instead of one?”
Or, at the hyper-competitive Seoul High Performance Sports Center, three of South Korea's most promising swimmers are caught up in a complicated, silently brewing reciprocal attraction. With the Olympics on the line, they must decide if confronting the feelings they can no longer ignore is worth risking he thrill of the podium.
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17 Dec 2025
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The first demon giggles as he crouches just beside Yeosang. “What a pretty little angel,” he muses, grazing his fingers along Yeosang’s jaw for the briefest of moments, before he turns back toward the second demon. “Don’t you think, Sannie?”
(Yeosang falls from grace. San and Wooyoung catch him.)
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16 Dec 2025
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“Please just– I want you to feel so, so good, mommy. I can make you feel good, I promise. I’ll be so good for you. You're so perfect and you deserve to feel just as good.”
Jongho felt like he couldn’t breathe, like the air had been siphoned out of his lungs. He needed Yeosang so badly—needed to make Yeosang feel good.
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11 Dec 2025
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After returning from a major ten-month mission, Yeosang needs to deal with the strange behavior of one of his teammates.
Belonging to a mafia family doesn't mean he has to get along with everyone, but when Jongho starts acting in the most erratic way he's ever seen, he has no choice but to pay attention to him.
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11 Dec 2025
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San tries not to look. He really does.
It’s just that Wooyoung is wearing that outfit. A cropped white tank top clinging to his torso, exposing the soft dip of his waist and the golden stretch of his stomach every time he shifts. His jeans are slung irresponsibly low on his hips, barely held up by a black belt with a silver chain dangling from the side. One of his earrings catches the sun.
He doesn’t usually dress like that.
San has known him since they were twelve, since braces and shared juice boxes at lunch. Back then, Wooyoung wore oversized hoodies and jeans with ripped knees and doodled all over his sneakers in Sharpie. San thought the butterflies in his stomach were just admiration. He didn’t realize what it really was until high school, when Wooyoung got taller, sharper, louder and more beautiful without meaning to.
He’s spent years carefully managing his crush. Tucking it away, folding it neatly into the shape of something harmless. Friendship.
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08 Dec 2025