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Mingyu has never really been interested in piano before. Unless it’s Wen Junhui playing it.
The two of them were left behind in the studio, Jihoon’s huge piano in the middle of the room as a grand, big gesture of something Mingyu doesn’t truly understand. He tries to grab it with his fingers, but it’s hard when all he can focus on are Junhui’s, instead.
Or; Junhui plays piano and Mingyu looks at Junhui playing piano
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Seungcheol suspects it has something to do with the murders. It must have, for if not, why would they have started at the exact same time? The first victim’s file was thrown upon his desk four months ago, and he got his first nightmare that very same night. If he had any ounce of sanity left, then his nightmares would simply be a mental image of all these victims, his guilt taking place so far in his mind that even in sleep, he can’t escape it. It must be.
“Earth to Seungcheol.” Seungkwan waves a hand in his face and the elder sobers up with a small shake of his head. Right. They’re just in the forest, inspecting yet another victim’s rotting body. A regular Tuesday.
Or; Seungcheol is trying to solve murders happening around the country, all while also having nightmares about a strange man. How is this strange man related to the murders, and how will he help Seungcheol uncover the culprit?
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“Wonu-hyung?” Seokmin asks his ex-boyfriend as he looks into the other’s eyes, which are big and bright behind his glasses. It all makes sense to him, now. Gam3bo1. Wonu. One and the same.
“What are you doing here?” Wonu asks, voice surprised as he finally takes the can from Seokmin’s hands and places it next to the keyboard. The same keyboard Seokmin cleaned for him this morning.
“I-I’m working here. As staff.” He replies simply, too flabbergasted to say anything else. To see his ex, here, competing in the same competition he had to bust his ass to set up… The irony of it all isn’t lost on him.
“Oh!” Wonu is clearly just as flabbergasted as him, looking the other up and down with a gaze that Seokmin can’t identify. “Well, good job. The keyboard is really… smooth today.”
Or; Seokmin and Wonu haven't seen each other in ten years since they broke up, and reunite at a gaming competition Wonu is competing in
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He's always had a thing for cute boys. Granted, they don’t look like Hansol—with his buzzcut and eyebrow slit and lip-piercing, but his looks don’t correlate his voice or attitude. He seems like a cute, polite boy, and he’s smiling at him patiently, and Seungkwan still can’t seem to talk back. At this point his nerves are gone, replaced by a weird tingling in his chest that is spreading warmth all through his body. It seems to finally open up his lungs, and he coughs to ready his voice.
“I’m Seungkwan,” He says, and it’s out of character for him how little he speaks.
“Well hello, Seungkwan,” Hansol’s gummy smile is back and Seungkwan feels a pang right in his chest. “You know you didn’t have to dress up for this audition, right? The chill look would do better.” He then says calmly, and Seungkwan is glad he’s not actually here for the rap audition, because otherwise he would feel even more nervous. Hansol is not the best at calming others down, but he is cute, so it’s okay. This is okay.
“This is…” Seungkwan tries to come up with a reason for his awful rap outfit. “my Grandfather’s suit.” What.
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The model walked in and- oh.
Oh.
Now this is what you call a model, Hansol thought. Mingyu was tall, really tall, and he had a face that seemed to be shaped by the gods. Tan skin, structured cheekbones, perfectly shaped lips… He was wearing a white turtleneck and Hansol couldn’t describe him any other way than winter. He was just like winter, personified. It reminded Hansol of the cold days in New York, of the even colder days in Seoul, of the first snow falling in the end of November, of the inspiration that settled into him as the end of the year began.
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Calling this man a pool boy almost feels like a disservice. He's probably the tallest guy Seungkwan's ever seen in person, with long legs clad in black shorts that travel for miles. It's sweltering outside, so Seungkwan shouldn't be surprised that he's shirtless, considering he himself is too, but seeing this guy's build, Seungkwan's left breathless regardless. He's toned in places Seungkwan didn't even know could be tone, skin tan and glistening with a light sheen of sweat. If that weren't enough, Seungkwan's eyes continue traversing up to fall on the most gorgeous face he's ever seen. Unreal levels of gorgeous.
It's as if he stepped out of a magazine. Or an advert for the community. Or Seungkwan's wildest, wettest dreams.
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10 Oct 2025
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Seungcheol smiles into his hair. “Alright, you’re being cute. What is it?”
“I’m always cute,” Junhui clarifies, tilting his chin to give Seungcheol the stink eye. And — perhaps — to stretch his neck, give Seungcheol something to put his mouth on.
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10 Oct 2025
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Seokmin never liked being on the sidelines.
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09 Sep 2025
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Everything’s fine. Wonwoo might be in the process of developing a porn addiction and he’s certainly going to die alone and pining, but everything’s fine.
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05 Sep 2025
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“Hyung…” Mingyu starts. He tilts his head back to look up at Wonwoo, pouting a little. “Help me?”
Wonwoo raises an eyebrow and puts his phone down.
Mingyu hands him the bottle of lotion. “My back…”
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17 Jun 2025