4 Works by imdrtags
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“I asked you a question, Hyunjin-ssi.”
Hyunjin is transfixed as the TA stands up and undoes the first two buttons of his shirt, blinding him with the sight of his perfect neck and collarbone. He then leans forward, giving Hyunjin a clear view of the inside of his shirt—completely visible even from where Hyunjin is sitting.
Hyunjin swallows again.
“Or maybe I should give you some motivation to answer my question first? From experience, people do better when the appeal of a reward is enticing enough.”
He finishes unbuttoning his shirt, leaning his weight on the hand still pressed to the desk. Hyunjin remains motionless, enraptured by the sight in front of him, ignoring the shift in the room’s atmosphere.
“Is this a good enough reward, Hyunjin-ah?”
He lets the name linger on his tongue, making sure to keep his voice low and wispy, and it tickles Hyunjin’s ears.
“Yes.”
Or: Hyunjin needs tutoring from his TA to help him pass a required class and keep his spot on the soccer team. He claims he isn't stupid, but his ability to read the date correctly says otherwise.
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It started three months ago. Hyunjin had opened his mail locker on the ground floor of his posh apartment building to find a letter addressed to someone named Kim Seungmin.
OR: Hyunjin finds his next-door neighbor's mail mixed in with his own, and he's not mad about it—not until the deliveries get weirder... and sexier. And then he has to do something about it.
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To be loved is to be seen.
Yet being seen like this and having to make himself invisible makes the love feel like a burden.
Jeongin is a beta. He struggles with feeling insecure about his position in the pack, especially after presenting so late. His pack doesn't mind at all. In fact, their love for him overflows so intensely, and he can't handle it—quite literally.
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“Come on, Minho. The water’s nice!” Chaeryeong calls out from behind Seungmin.
Minho, still in his cream shirt and baby blue beach shorts, pulls one of the lounge chairs towards the pool area. “I’m good, thanks.”
He sits down, elbows resting on his knees, one hand holding onto his cup of now-warm whiskey. Seungmin looks at Minho and freezes. From his vantage point, Minho is sitting right in front of one of the overhead lights in the dining area; his backlit silhouette makes Seungmin’s chest squeeze, the pale white light twinkling behind the sharp edge of a jawline. Seungmin swallows absentmindedly and nearly chokes on a mouthful of pool water.
OR
Kim Seungmin starts a new job and learns to navigate dealing with new people and new feelings in the workplace.