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Out of anyone, Intak knows he’s the last person Jiung would want around for his heat.
While he’s drenched in sweat and vulnerable like this, biting on his lip so hard it’s starting to swell, body straining against the seatbelt.
Intak is guilty for how much he wants it anyway.
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“You’re a year younger than me, then.” Changbin muses. “My first Billboard debut happened at your age.”
“Are you trying to impress him?” Seungmin interrupts, sounding incredulous.
Changbin presses a red button on the soundboard without turning away from Hyunjin.
“He can’t hear us when I do that.”
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Minghao untwists the polish and places an outstretched hand on the floor, silver rings glinting. Soonyoung blinks.
It’s just that. Well. Minghao’s fingers are really long. Soonyoung’s probably always been unconsciously aware of this, but it hits him harder now, washing over him in the late hour. Minghao begins painting and Soonyoung watches intently, mesmerized by the smooth roll of his wrist, the distinct line of his tendon flexing.
When he finishes his pinky, Soonyoung sighs out loud.
“You have pretty hands.”
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“Only you can get away with that,” Minghao observes as Soonyoung rises from the concrete – after asking an otherwise intimidating woman if he could say hello to her puppy.
He means to mention that his English has been impressive too, but Soonyoung’s already beaming back.
“Really?” Soonyoung crowds into his space, hovers a hand over Minghao’s head questioningly. The same hand that was on a stranger’s dog a moment ago.
Really. Minghao would let him get away with anything.
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“What if I was allergic?”
“You got an acai bowl once,” he grins.
“That was months ago,” Minho realizes out loud before he can stop himself.
“Yeah.”
Seungmin doesn’t look away from him, unabashed and happy to confirm, a tail probably thumping underneath his apron.
Ordering a smoothie post-workout should be the easy part, but Seungmin is the one behind the counter.
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"Sit up."
Intak swallows and pushes himself up to his knees, folding his hands on them and trying to straighten his spine. He's never been this close to Choi Jiung before. He's so much prettier up close, a delicacy to his sharpness that probably adds to the way the others underestimate him.
Intak doesn't think anyone could make that mistake in this position, though, nearly going cross eyed trying to keep the gun in his field of vision. Jiung just observes him, using the gun like an extension of his hand to brush the hair off of Intak's face so he can see his eyes, the cool metal brushing over his cheek and making him shiver.
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- Part 2 of 🐋's p1h fics
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I'm about to crash (gonna take you with me) by thatfangirlingfreak
Fandoms: SEVENTEEN (Band)
29 Jan 2025
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“You fucked my car!” Minghao yells. “You fucked me!”
Junhui scoffs. “As if I would ever fuck you!”
Minghao is a reigning world champion Formula 1 driver. He loves everything about racing – the rush, the exhilaration.
There's just one thing he hates: his new teammate.
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14 Jul 2025
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Falling for Minghao, let alone fucking him, essentially demanded destruction of the mutual kind.
And Mingyu? Well, Mingyu is just Mingyu: A little nervous, too outgoing, too open and moderately dumb when it comes to matters of the heart (even more so when his dick is involved).
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25 Mar 2025
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Soonyoung receives a love confession from Mingyu. There are two problems with this:
1) He’s twenty-seven and Mingyu’s eighteen.
2) They live under the same roof.Bookmarked by firemblem
15 Feb 2025
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Minho’s heart drops, eyes scanning every inch of the inside of the safe.
It’s empty.
“Is this what you’re looking for?”
A voice calls out to interrupt his thoughts, masculine and teasing.
In the moment it takes Minho to react he decides that it must be the owner of the house. But when he finishes turning his head, a stranger stares back at him.
He wears a long black coat, soaked from the rain, a hood pulled over his eyes. He leans casually against the wall of the bedroom, smirking. In a gloved hand he holds a small, black box. Perfectly sized to the inside of the safe.
Minho freezes in place, lowering his body into a fighting stance. “Who the fuck are you?”
The man lazily pulls a pocket watch out of his coat pocket, and examines it closely. “Took you ten minutes to get it open. Not bad,” he tuts, “But you cut it close. You’re lucky she’s a chain smoker.” He gestures toward the garden, where the housekeeper was still smoking, oblivious, out in the rain. “Otherwise you would’ve gotten caught.”
(OR: Minho is a veteran thief. Jisung beats him at his own game.)