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“Compliments?” Ryan asks, tilting his head at Dylan a bit, “what? Like, about the trivia stuff? That got you all hot and bothered?”
“I mean, yeah?” Dylan tilts his head slightly in the opposite direction of Ryan’s, “I… thought you knew I liked praise?”
“Well, I knew you liked it, but I didn’t know you… liked it liked it.”
“Yeah, I mean everyone likes it, right? But I, um, like it more than most people do. I guess you might say I have a bit of a… praise kink,” Dylan confesses.
“I’m seeing the undeniable evidence,” Ryan snickers, not unkindly, “but it’s kind of wild to me that you actually get turned on by praise. Like, compliments and people just… being nice to you? That’s considered a kink?” He’s obviously a little bemused, but Ryan doesn’t sound like he’s judging—his reaction is one of interest and benign mirth.
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Dylan has a praise kink. Ryan is fascinated by it and more than willing to participate. The only issue is that Dylan can't seem to stop praising Ryan back. Perhaps they can find him something else to do with his mouth.
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15 Jul 2026
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oh my fucking god i think i just learned A LOT of things about myself HAHAHAH no but like GENUINELY THIS IS SO AWESOMEE i adored every single second i spent on this. everything was written in this funny and loving manner from dylan perspective which i absolutely loved, i think its my favourite part of this fanfic. just, the way he narrates things in his head is top notch! its singlehandedly (see what i did there?? please laugh everyone i like to think im funny) the best thing ive read this week. ANDD of course the plot oh godd, the praise was genuinely so hot and cute at the same time, that i really cant blame dylan for getting off of this. id be an even bigger mess
oh my god i fucking love rylan they have my whole heart i swear
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He gently touches his upper arm and wonders what it would’ve been like if Dylan had touched him. Maybe that isn’t such a scary thought.
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10 Jul 2026
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genuinely the most beautiful rylan fic ive ever read holy fuck. gonna treat it as a part of game with how good the emotions and the feelings were portrayed here. how deep and realistic they were completely destroyed me. ironically enough the ending healed it back. oh my sweet sweet boys, i love you forever, i cant it was such a great and monumental piece for me with how both painful and hopeful it was
everything got me so emotional im crying
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There were fresh gunshots still left on the walls like a reminder. He averted his eyes.
The world felt hollow. Distant.
He tried not to think about Jung-bae. About his voice. About his hand on Dae-ho’s shoulder just that morning, steady and warm.
“You're braver than you think.”
He wasn’t.
He passed a trail of bloody footprints, one of them smeared sideways like someone had been dragged. He kept walking.
His chest felt too tight. Like he couldn’t get enough air.
And then he saw the door to the bathroom.
It was cracked open, light spilling out in a narrow beam across the floor.
Dae-ho reached for the handle and slipped inside.
The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead. The sinks were cracked, one or two running with a slow, steady drip. The mirrors were smeared with grime and handprints, most of them too low to belong to anyone still standing.
He just wanted to sit. To breathe. To be invisible, even if only for a minute.
But when he stepped around the corner, toward the back sinks, he froze.
There was someone already there.
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What if Dae-ho wasn't totally alone after the riot?
(im so sorry if someone already did this)Bookmarked by bwarbw
26 Jun 2026
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it was so emotional, raw, fucked up, and at the same time comforting and mesmerising that i dont think anything else will ever top this fanfic for me💔