9 Works by kaijie
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Jisung lingers there— a second, then two— before making to back away. Just as he shifts, Minho’s hand shoots out like a vice to clamp around his wrist, hard. Pulling him up short before he can move another inch.
Jisung pauses, looks up innocently in question. Minho doesn’t look all that fooled.
“Don’t. Move,” Minho grits out. The tops of his cheeks seared red, matching the blood on his bottom lip. “I’ll kill you if you move again.”
“Kill me, hyung?” Jisung teases without thinking. “You couldn’t even go through with it the first time.”
(OR: To post-amnesiac Jisung, Minho is Lee Know— enemy assassin— maybe lover.)
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“I just don’t see why,” Felix pouts. It’s worryingly effective. “You liked me, you said. You would’ve let me fuck you if I hadn’t told you I was born in ’02.”
(OR: Hyunjin has a rule against fucking younger guys, but Felix is just so damn persistent.)
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Hyunjin likes to be worshipped. Felix likes to act otherwise, but Hyunjin knows he would, for him, just him. They’ve tested the limits too many times to pretend it could have ended up any other way.
Felix is his.
Felix is his- worship, mind, heart- day and night, everything in between- Hyunjin doesn’t need to fuck him to know- Hyunjin certainly won’t let it fly the other way round-
They aren’t in love, it’s diminishing, it’s dismissive, it’s-
(OR: folie à deux; mutual obsession)
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“You don’t need to be in love with someone to sleep with someone,” Felix points out.
“But you know what kind of guy Hyunjin is, right?” Seungmin eyes him doubtfully through his fringe of two-toned hair. “He’s a romantic. He feels very deeply. If he sleeps with someone, it’s not a fluke. It’s because he wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.”
(OR: Felix asks Hyunjin to be his first time.)
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Gyuvin is different on that point. He needs to think things through, carefully. Consider all options. It’s the only way he stays sane. Gyuvin is calm, and cool-headed. Ricky makes decisions fleeting and decisive.
Impulse nights out with Hao, tangled around each other at some bar. For Hao, it’s some weird kind of jealousy foreplay whilst Hanbin scowls in the corner. For Ricky, it’s a prelude to another impulse- hookups.
Gyuvin hates those the most. It’s beyond grating. It’s clawing, like his heart is being dragged bloody across shattered glass. He doesn’t know how to put that into words, exactly. If Ricky asked, he’s sure he could find a way.
(OR: Gyuvin is in love, and Ricky is impulsive.)
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Minho wants to turn to Jisung and tell him they aren’t good enough for him. The older girls that Jisung favours with sharp, cat-like eyes and stinging tongues, wit skating the edge of cruelty. The ones that Minho never liked, and that never liked Minho, and all Jisung would do was shrug and say, You’re too alike.
Maybe Jisung is a sadist. Maybe he likes seeing Minho hurt like this. Twist his mind into knots just for his yes.
(OR: Jisung has always been it, for Minho.)
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“Pretty,” Felix whispered. His eyes traced Hyunjin’s features with a starving intensity. Mapping out the riverline veins under his skin. “You’re so pretty for a hunter. You left me for so long. What if I just… kept you?” His gaze grew dreamy. “You’re mine and I’m yours. It’s written in the stars.”
(OR: Vampire hunter Hyunjin is forced to come back to the dark; Felix is already waiting.)
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Ricky blinked again, surprised now. He bit his bottom lip, and Gyuvin’s gaze was pulled to it. Accidentally. “Yeah. Why?” Ricky smirked. God, he was beautiful. “Have you never kissed anyone?”
No. “Um. What makes you think that?”
“A wild guess.” Ricky shifted forwards on his hands. Gyuvin automatically pressed himself against the headboard. Ricky suddenly looked terrifyingly- wonderfully- like he was going to eat him.
Would it be too wild to ask- no.
He couldn’t. It was presumptuous. Ricky would never.
“Wanna try?”
(OR: Gyuvin can't get Ricky out of his head; messy friends with benefits ensues.)
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Jisung huffed out a sigh, settling down with his legs wrapped around Minho’s waist, but making no effort to take it further. “You think I’m a baby, don’t you?”
Minho made his most surprised Pikachu face. Denial was the first stage of grief.
(OR: Jisung starts calling Minho ‘bro’ in an attempt to keep it friendly after their breakup; Minho is pissed)