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Mystery Work
Part of Unrevealed fics
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
Bookmarked by crimsol
22 May 2025
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“I feel cheated,” Sungho announces, mostly to no one, but theoretically to the pile of limbs sprawled on his lap, just barely in his line of sight, “I feel like I should say this. I think I’ve been cheated. And I think it’s your fault. I'm a well-behaved alpha. I’ve lived a very proper life, I abide by all of the rules. I'm a principled person! Why am I being made to go against my best interests like this? This is some sort of trick, right?”
“There’s no way you think having sex with me is that bad,” Jaehyun says.
Well, yeah. But, fucking your bandmate has to be bad. Surely it's written somewhere in the thirty-seven page KOZ contract. Page 14, Section 7: Don't fuck your bandmates. That’s bad.
Bookmarked by crimsol
31 May 2024
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Donghyun can handle the most disgusting parts of Jaehyun with steady hands. It’s worth it for the way Jaehyun looks at him like this, eyes glazed and red with tears, feverish with rut.
Like this, Jaehyun looks at Donghyun like he’s his entire world.
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16 May 2024
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The door creaks open. “Kei-hyung? What’s going–”
“Welcome, treasured customer,” Yudai greets in perfect seiza, bowing down to press his head to the floor. The light yukata that he’s wearing is so short that it rides up with the motion, and he can hear Fuma choke at the sudden reveal of his bare ass. Still, Yudai swallows his embarrassment, lifting his head reverently to say, “Please disrobe, and make yourself comfortable on the bed. We are proud to offer the highest quality service to our honoured guests.”
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Eunseok: Sorry if u heard that dawg
Sungchan has to take a moment. He counts thirty-one of his heartbeats until he feels like he can move without doing something he’ll regret.
Series
- Part 1 of big stars (losing dogs)
Bookmarked by crimsol
21 Mar 2024
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Anton kisses like he’s spilling out a sonnet, like a jar of wild honey, pious in the way he sighs into him, greedy in how he tugs at his hair, as if to consume, as if any amount of physical proximity couldn’t be enough.