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Soonyoung liked being kissed; Jihoon liked giving Soonyoung things he liked.
It wasn't a big deal.
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“You were over me so quickly.”
“I wasn't. I'm not.”
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Space was full of the wreckage of lost civilizations, turning humanity's explorers into scavengers who cobbled alien technology into the Valkyrie mechs they used to clear passages through the stars. Every Valkyrie pilot needed a technician, to keep track of their vitals, warn them of threats, and guide them home.
Mingyu was one of those pilots.
Jihoon used to be his tech.
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If there was ever a time for last-minute love confessions, stolen kisses, and relationships that couldn't bear not to burn, it was now.
And Seungkwan wouldn't do it, all thanks to some mark Hansol couldn't care less about.
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Sometimes, Chan comes over to Mingyu and Wonwoo's apartment to hook up with one of them.
The other one gets to listen.
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Soonyoung is the last of his House, pregnant, and entangled in his only chance to recover The Tiger— a giant robot that can only be piloted by the Kwon family line.
Jihoon's nigh impossible task is, as it always has been, to protect him from death or capture before he can claim his birthright.
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Jihoon had always known that waking The Tiger would only draw more God-Eaters to them, even when he had no idea how much manpower they’d collected. His past musings on their eventual battle had been more fanciful than he knew— surely no one could stand against them once they reclaimed their Constellar. Any attempt would be solved in battle.
That had felt like an acceptable risk once.
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Mingyu does things to Jihoon no one else does.
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Mingyu walks out of a shop in Italy and you cannot speak.
He looks like the Italian summer itself, bright, golden warm, and full of promise. He looks like he stepped out of a movie, with his hair just-so and a self-satisfied smile playing over his lips. His necklace doesn’t quite cooperate with the collar of the shirt, but the glint of it against his skin reminds you of his chest, the shadow of his body vaguely visible underneath the see-through fabric. He looks as if he was made to be touched and admired, made to fall in love with— a thought you hastily try to put into the mental box where you keep ideas for lyrics, as if that will prevent you from remembering it was about Mingyu.
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- Part 1 of YOU ARE HERE
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(I want to do) All the Things Your Lungs Do So Well by bugstopher
Fandoms: SEVENTEEN (Band)
02 May 2025
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“Are you going to let me inside you?”
Mingyu bit his lip, praying it was as cute as he imagined. “You know,” he drawled, “I hoped you were going to ask—”
“Your mind, Mingyu.”
“For the contract?” Mingyu asked, feeling exceptionally stupid.
“How else am I to know if you're an honest man?”
“Fuck,” Mingyu muttered, trying very hard to pretend that didn't turn him on. “Right. Okay.”
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A Trade Union envoy, such as Mingyu was, made deals with contracts and signatures. It was the most practical option, administratively speaking. But the galaxy was wide, the number of intelligent species uncountable, and customs and rituals around promises could vary dramatically.
Even so, the customs of the planet VC7-C7’s mainland were quite unique, and Mingyu was very lucky.
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Jihoon is steady, unwavering, and sometimes you have to put yourself on a collision course in order to draw his attention. Sometimes you have to slowly take ground, prodding forward, poking with unfettered sincerity until he can't stop thinking about putting you in your place; until Soonyoung walks into Jihoon's studio and gets shoved up against the wall before he can say hello.
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Soonyoung gets facefucked in the studio, much to his delight.
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Geonhak and Dongju want so much that it gets in the way of understanding. Geonhak and Dongju want, and Seoho has never known if he had it, if they would pry open the core of him to find nothing inside.
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Before he goes, Seoho needs to know everyone is on the same page.
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When Seungkwan arranged for a sugar baby to make him dinner in an effort to lightly curb his workaholic tendencies, Jihoon prepared for the experience to be awkward, uncomfortable, and draining.
He was not prepared for Mingyu.
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The job was a corporate commission for a pleasure cruiser that had failed to evade a comet and been knocked off-course into an asteroid belt. The company repair crew had been evacuated with everyone else and the first freelance crew had quit without finishing the repair, leaving her scuttled in deep space. The photos were gnarly, showcasing several deep craters in the hull and the ragged, trailing machinery that bled out of them. Nothing that Mingyu knew how to fix, but he wouldn't be expected to. She just needed enough care and juice to limp to a shipyard for the large-scale repairs.
Mingyu scrolled down the listing, skimming over the cruiser's specs and the estimated repair time. Attached at the bottom was a scant site report from the first repair team:
Site 9796
Status: Repair failed
Recommended actions: Abandon site*
Mingyu loved his job— he got to travel all over the galaxy, he got to fix things and set disarray aright, and he got to make Jihoon laugh.
He knew that nothing could last forever. He just didn't expect the dream to end so soon, and with so much blood.
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His hand slips up your thigh. “You don't want to talk and you don't want to sleep yet, so what do you want to do?”
It's an offer. Mingyu is good at asking questions in ways that don't put too much pressure on people, and when he does, it's only about things that don't matter. You think it might mean something — about you and him and both of you together — that he doesn't want to pressure you. You think it, and yet you can't ask.
You've had so much practice that you've always hoped that someday you'd be good at wanting things— that the sting would lessen and the fear would be quieter. You're beginning to believe that all you'll ever do is make it stronger; you're beginning to believe that wanting and having only feed each other, until there's two beasts hunting you down to consume you whole.
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Jihoon does his best to prove he’s serious about Mingyu.
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- Part 2 of YOU ARE HERE
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“Okay, Mingyu?”
Mingyu was still curled on the floor. Bile rising in his throat, Jihoon resettled the machete in his hand. He could feel the slight weight of the zombie's blood clinging to the blade, changing the balance of the weapon. They'd been lucky enough not to have to do any mercy killings— not on each other. They’d sworn to do it without hesitation, but promising was different than living it. He hadn't even let himself imagine how it would feel to cut down someone he loved.
“...Mingyu?”
In a tiny, stripped bare voice, Mingyu answered, “I'm okay.”
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After holding everything in to stay strong for the others, Mingyu finally breaks.
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Jihoon had the distinct feeling that he shouldn’t ask, not before they had sealed their mating; not when Mingyu could still leave. He couldn’t help himself. “Will you miss it?”
“Of course,” he said readily. Mingyu offered him a warm smile that made his heart skip. “But that doesn't mean I wasn't prepared to leave.”
There was so much certainty in his gaze, as if he’d never doubted for a second that he would find his heart-sworn worthy. It was overwhelming enough for Jihoon to bend his head to their work once more. He edged his tone toward playfulness. “Were there no alphas in your pack?”
“None I wanted.”
Jihoon didn’t dare look up.
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Sometimes, matchmaking between packs works out better than anyone dared hope, and Jihoon is far more stubborn than the average wolf.
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- Part 1 of Moon-Touched
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Geonhak framed Seoho's navel in the curve of his thumb and forefinger, enjoying the way the polished Adamantine stone in his piercing matched the hues of his own body so nicely— dark blue-black like his horns shimmering with bright teal like his hair. It made him feel a little possessive, in a quiet way he didn't feel the need to voice; wherever Seoho went, by way of wearing a stone cut from his family quarry, he took Geonhak with him.
Seoho's hips lifted up off the bed. He was already wet, slick slipping down the swollen frills on the underside of his phallus. “Stop staring at me and do something.”
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"I don't think I did enough today," Seoho said, the words clinging painfully in the back of his throat. "I've plateaued again. It's been months and I haven't improved my speed, or my efficiency, or my endurance, and every second I spend knitting new skin together to finish a regen is a second that someone else bleeds out."
Geonhak sighed. "You're right, the fact that you can rebuild a person from the bones up isn't good enough."
"I can't even do that."
"Seoho, I've watched you."
"I can't. Not without you."
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Being a superhero isn't always as glamorous as it sounds.
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Jihoon cleared his throat. With his eyes firmly fixed to his fingers on the keys, he said, “Tell them not to book me a room at a companion service.”
Seungcheol blinked out of his social media haze. “Because you found an alpha? That’s great.”
“Maybe.” Jihoon began examining his nails with all the obsessive attention of a student cramming for a test.
“Maybe?”
He picked at one of his cuticles. “Depends on if you say yes.”
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Too sensitive both physically and emotionally to bear the new company guidelines regarding heat leave, Jihoon turned to the gentlest alpha he knew.
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Seoho flips onto his back, rolling his shoulders to stretch them out, and groans, "Why do you torment me?"
"What?" Geonhak says, and he sounds genuinely bewildered. Seoho squints up at the green room's fluorescents to see Geonhak's face, one brow dramatically crooked. He smiles, as piercing and disorienting as the afternoon sun outside of a movie theater. In absolute disbelief, he chuckles, "Because you like it?"
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Geonhak helps Seoho discover a fun new bodily quirk to incorporate into their blossoming relationship and sex life.
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At times it annoys him to be so easily read, but it's a fleeting, surly feeling. Never more powerful than his relief that he doesn't have to ask. It's a certainty, like gravity or the sunrise: when Dongju is nervous and jittering out of his skin, his hyungs will take care of him.
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Generally, Geonhak felt as though his desire for Seoho was large enough to consume him whole— not from the passion as much as the sad certainty that Seoho didn't want him in the same way. Maybe that was why those two words struck Geonhak in such an acutely piercing way. Or maybe it was because he always had a chance to blaze with want, but so rarely had the chance to cherish. Maybe, like so much of their relationship, he had no rational excuse for his behavior whatsoever. In the end, Geonhak was just as impulse driven as Seoho. He'd just never had something he wanted until now.
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Seoho spends his rut with Geonhak and it doesn't go as smoothly as Geonhak would have hoped. They make it work anyways.
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- Part 3 of Instinctive