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Yangyang doesn’t hate Johnny; he doesn’t even dislike him. He feels … well, he’s not quite sure how he feels about him. It’s hard to separate his own opinions on the subject of Lord Suh from the way Ten talks about him, or looks at him, or kisses him when he knows his manservant is watching.
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23 Oct 2025
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When Yangyang feels as though he's surrounded, Kun steps in to save him.
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- Part 1 of The Life Of ~
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18 Oct 2025
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For a handful of borrowed days, Ten and Yangyang trade arenas for alleyways, schedules for streets that lead to Rome and the Amalfi coast. Off the clock at last, they practice being ordinary - museums at opening bell, lemons and motor oil, sea-salt afternoons - and learn how to carry that ease home. This is a love story about choosing each other when no one’s watching - and again when everyone is.
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he feels ridiculous. he’s sure he probably looks it, too. i mean—sitting in his miniscule office, at home, the place he’s usually holed up in alone, on late nights wearing sweats that he’s owned since college, with his blue light glasses on and maybe a pimple patch here or there, decidedly, definitively not sexy.
yet he’s here now. dressed. button up shirt on, white, crisp, with a tie, the red patterned one, the one yangyang picked out, specifically requested. he’s also wearing a pair of the fake glasses yangyang parades around in, the kind that dejun usually pokes fun at him for spending his money on. kun wonders what dejun would say if he knew they were being used for this, feels his ears heat up and then wonders if it’s too late to back out entirely before the door creaks open, yangyang politely on the other side.
well. it is too late, it seems. there are probably worse things yangyang could ask of him, though.
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06 Oct 2025
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“If I wanted to stop,” Ten starts, staring up at his popcorn ceiling until he can almost feel grass tickling his shins, “If I wanted to stop, would that be alright? If I wanted to go home and not come back?”
Would you come with me, he doesn’t say. Would you leave this all behind if I asked?