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“Gunil…”
“Mmn,” Gunil hummed responsively.
Jooyeon pushed himself up, and with it, his voice went higher, more youthful, and also slightly more annoying, depending on who would hear. “Hyung,” he whined.
“I’ll get you a cake tomorrow, I swear.”
“No, hyung. Let me fuck you.”
Gunil choked on his breath, a loud cough echoing around as he tried to calm himself. “What? No.” He shook his head in disbelief. “I’m not letting you fuck me - go fuck Jiseok or something.”
He thought about it, just for a moment, then Jooyeon shook his head as well. “Jiseok is a good fuck, but hyung-” he started whining again, "-it’s my birthday. Can’t you let me have something special?”
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Their home was their safe space - it was theirs, made just for the two of them.
However, sometimes there was a third presence in the apartment. It took up space without having a body, engulfing the overhead lights until only darkness remained. It would press into the concrete of the walls, frightening both of them when it would jump out and suddenly appear.
On the good days, it knew its place, sitting in the back of Seungmin’s mind. It never fully left him, but it didn’t encompass his every thought. That was when it was quiet, peaceful almost. On the bad days, it destroyed everything in its wake.
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As the bath filled, he watched, his eyes heavy and his hand reaching in, fingertips just brushing the water like a lover. It was warm, somewhat foolishly comforting. Did he deserve the comfort? Would it be more beneficial if he were not at home, in his familiar surroundings? Could he even really do this without considering any more possible outcomes given how he was feeling?
Or was it just that Jisung knew the bath wasn’t only about being wrapped in the make-believe arms of something that would not soothe his sanity, but the colder truth that he had chosen it deliberately?
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Outside his room and in the hallway, Jiseok immediately felt cooler. The air conditioning danced through the dorm, blowing a gentle breeze of chilly air that he allowed himself to inhale now that he could breathe easier. He could camp out in the living room, or even lie on the kitchen floor, but Jiseok knew exactly where he was going and whose room was the coolest.
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“You know it’s Sunday, right?”
Lix looked down; her lilac panties, from the set that had the days of the week embroidered on it with a simple white thread, said Wednesday.
She narrowed her eyes as she spoke, “I’m about to have my mouth on you, and you’re worried about what my underwear says?”
“I mean…” Chan bit down on her lip and mumbled through her words. “I’m just saying, there aren’t many excuses to get the days of the week wrong.”