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Jisung decided to bluster, "I don't know what you're talking about, hyung."
"Don't you?" Jaemin's fingers pressed deeper into his cheek, dragging down to his jaw. He leaned closer, mouth hanging close to Jisung's. His heart thumped wildly in his chest as if determined to beat out of his ribcage. "Renjunnie gave him a hug shortly after you left, you know. Even let their hands linger. Are you really not—"
"Stop," Jisung pushed Jaemin back, stumbling into the door with the force. His heart raced, ferocious thoughts clouding any semblance of rationality Jisung was hanging onto.
There are only two options within the group: fall for Jaemin's manipulation, or for Jisung's.
Jisung can't exactly fall for his own, so he falls willingly for Jaemin's.
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- Part 3 of mind altering.
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Jaemin is still as ruthless as ever, hardly leaving Jisung space to think as he snakes his cold hands over Jisung's abdomen before they overlap in the back.
"You're evil hyung," Jisung whines as Jaemin chuckles low in his chest. In his peripheral vision, he sees the analog clock on their wall hit 11:28 PM. Like clockwork, sleepiness hits him. Jisung reaches for Jaemin reflexively. He buries his head into the familiar warm crook of Jaemin's arm, determined to soak in his warmth before it all ends again.
Jisung loves Jaemin.
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"Two weeks of fucking with me and all you have to say is I miss you?" Donghyuck asked incredulously. He crossed the little space left between them to the couch, hovering over Jisung, crowding him in with a knee. Jisung tilted his back, eyes wide and soft. His hands found Donghyuck's belt and tugged him down further. Donghyuck had to put a hand on the back of the sofa to prevent himself from falling.
"What would you like me to say, hyung?" Jisung asked. The overhead light made his eyes sparkle, mirth on the edge of his lips like a threat and a promise.
Donghyuck didn't have a temper. He didn't.
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- Part 2 of mind altering.
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“There's other ways to let loose,” Jisung retorted. Not going to a club with his stupid childhood friend for one. Chenle sighed, then threw the shot back. Jisung couldn't help but watch the roll of his Adam's Apple, and the single, almost cinematic trickle of liquor from the corner of Chenle's mouth and down his throat.
Jisung jumped as Chenle slammed the glass down on the table. He bared his teeth, “Your turn. I'll even help.”
One of his friends handed over another shot.
Jisung looked at the little shot glass. Chenle raised an eyebrow, a smirk crawling up his mouth, “C'mon, pretty boy.”
Chenle likes the things that get him excited. Like Jisung.
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“Hey. Huang Renjun?”
A shaman once told his grandmother that Huang Renjun would meet his fate in the homelands when he goes back in his twenties, that they'd be the child of a friend. It's weirdly specific, but Renjun doesn't really believe it. Not even the Chinese government does.
But this guy grinning at him, cheeks puffy, just slightly uneven dimples, pitch-black hair that doesn't help but only highlights how incredibly pale he is— looks a lot like fate. He looks like a cat too, but that was beside the point.
“That's me,” Renjun replies, dazed.
“Great,” says Fate. “I'm Zhong Chenle.”
Huang Renjun lands in Beijing, in a way.
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“Who am I?” When the man finally speaks, his voice is just as Jeno remembers. Smooth as marble, vibrating like a tensed string in the still air. His grin widens, until all Jeno can see is teeth.
“Oh darling,” blood continues dripping from his canines. Drip. Jeno’s vision begins to swim. Drip. Drip. “You should be asking, what am I?”
(Alternatively; Jaemin wants, and Jeno can do nothing but let him take and take and take, until there is nothing left. Until he is swallowed whole.)
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31 May 2024
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“Can you cut it out?”
“What?”
“Being so nice to me,” Beomgyu says curtly, glancing up. “Cut it out.”
Soobin blinks, completely and utterly bewildered. “You want me . . . to stop being nice to you? Why?”
“You don’t know me.”
“I’m trying to, though.”
(or: hating the idea of betrothal is easy for beomgyu. hating the soft-spoken prince who brings roses to his doorway each night is much harder.)
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26 Jan 2023
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Lost and Found by dea_liberty
Fandom 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
08 Jan 2020
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In the aftermath of the revelations, the culmination of actions both past and present, everyone has to work towards finding their own peace.
Here are a few stories of how some of them stumble out of the chaos and find what they are searching for.
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In which Doyoung's room watches his growth throughout his years. Items leave, sheets change, his wardrobe cleaned. But, the largest change results from a family friend's son needing to share a room with him.
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How to Escape Your Problems and Live Your Life in Denial – the Jiang Cheng Edition by Bgtea
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon), 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
14 Jun 2022
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So, this may not be the life Jiang Cheng's imagined for himself - he’s living in an apartment slightly bigger than a closet above a café filled with sassy, judgmental cats, penny-pinching and coupon-cutting his way to stave off starvation and scurvy.
And of course, just to make his life more complicated, there's the Lan Xichen Problem.