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    “Y’know, you really talk a big game, when all it takes to keep you still is a little force in the locker room. Are you that helpless without your guard dogs?” Jisung tilts his head to the side as he speaks, blinking his eyes with faux sympathy.

    The urge to act like a dog himself and bite gives Minho whiplash. He tightens his grip on Jisung’s shoulders and slams one of his padded legs into Jisung’s knee instead, a groan escaping the younger’s lips instantly. Minho takes the chance to switch their positions, slamming him into the lockers with much more force than necessary. The sound echoes in the room as Jisung shuts his eyes and leans his head back with a curse, chest heaving.

    “I know I’ve been cordial on the ice and everything, Han, but don’t you forget that I don’t like you as much as you don’t like me,” Minho begins. Jisung keeps his eyes shut, head still tilted to the ceiling. Minho jostles him against the locker. “Look at me when I’m speaking.”

    Jisung still doesn’t open his eyes, laughing instead as he says, “Fuck you.”

     

    OR: The one where Jisung hates Minho, and Minho hates Jisung. Too bad they're stuck on the same hockey team now.

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    02 Nov 2025

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    YES YES YES

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    “Is the seat next to you taken?”

    Minho looks up, fixing the round rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and finds the guy that has clearly become familiar against his will standing there, fingers curled around the strap of his bag.

    “Ah. Jiwon,” he says. “I suppose this row has enough seats for both of us.”

    “Jisung,” he corrects, settling down with one chair of respectful distance between them. He sounds amused by the mistake. Minho is just happy they won’t be bumping elbows. “But you can call me anything you want.”

    Minho’s eyebrows shoot up. “Does that line usually work for you?”

    “I don’t know,” Jisung laughs, setting his laptop on the desk and pulling out a giant can of an energy drink out of his bag. He pops it open and takes a generous swig. “It’s the first time I’ve ever used it.”

    (Minho moves to Seoul with one rule at the forefront of his mind: to not give his heart away to a hockey player. Jisung breaks it for him.)

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    27 Oct 2025

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    AAAAAAGGGHHHHHH

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    “—In addition to the Mora owed, and being provided with housing, I’ll also pay off your outstanding debts.”

    That sounds far too good to be true. Kaveh frowns. “All this, for a painting? What’s the catch?”

    “On top of the portrait I’ve commissioned…” Alhaitham pauses, “Well, I want you to pretend to be my mate.”

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    10 Oct 2025

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    "The Oni part of me…" He squeezed Gorou's waist, his hand easily covering most of it, and the shudder that the action elicited didnt go unnoticed. "Wants to ruin you, General Gorou," He rasped, an uncertain smile on his face- the words were a matter of fact, but speaking them aloud like this gave them weight. Gave them truth- like he was admitting it to himself, and to Gorou now, too- what the demon side of him was demanding.

    It was liberating, in a way, and hearing the little gasp he earned in response was enough to encourage him to continue.

    "For anyone else. For any other man, so no one else can ever touch you," he continued, a little more bold, and Gorou's breath hitched audibly, eyes almost visibly glazing over as a shudder ran through his smaller body, deft hands undoing Itto's belt and slipping into the front of his pants.

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    04 Oct 2025

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    😛😛😛

  5. Public Bookmark 63

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    Minho, another one of the idiot alphas, smiled indulgently, “It’s so cute the way you stand up for your friend, Jisung. I love omega friendships.”
    Friendships.
    Fucking friendships? Was this knothead serious, Felix and Jisung were friends? Felix spent all of his time smothering Jisung in his scent, making sure their scents could meld, cherries and vanilla turning into cherry pie before his boy left the house, and this was the thanks he got.

    Or, Felix gets tired of alphas thinking him and Jisung are just friends.

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    03 Oct 2025