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But despite Renjun’s pristine image within their social circles, Jaemin has seen with his own two eyes him whispering men’s deepest, darkest fears to them, until they break and can do nothing more than sob and beg for mercy. There’s never any remorse in Renjun’s eyes as he nestles himself deeper and deeper into his victim’s minds, only distant apathy.
It’s hard to reconcile the two images he has of Renjun together. The one with the boisterous laugh and twinkling eyes, and the one who has sent dozens of civilians into the psych ward at the hospital.
Jaemin might be taking the phrase keep your enemies closer a little too literally.
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Chenle scoffed, tilting his head so that he could stare at both of them. “You want me to sleep in Renjun’s room? That means sleeping with both Renjun and Donghyuck. I love myself more than that.”
Renjun choked, pressing his hand against his chest to stop himself from regurgitating his food. “Chenle, what the hell!”
Mark, meanwhile, spat out his drink all over the table.
“Oh, you didn’t know, hyung?” Chenle smiled innocently. “Donghyuck and Renjun are f-u-c-k-i—”
Renjun and Donghyuck are friends with benefits. (Read: totally in love.) They think they’re subtle. (Read: they aren’t. Not even a little.)
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“You’re incredible,” Jaemin continues, mirroring Renjun’s laugh. There it is again. If he wasn’t already spent, Jaemin’s low chuckle would’ve probably had him coming on the spot. He presses his cheek against his arm, looking at the dim screen of his phone and the unknown number which represents Jaemin.
“Um, thanks,” Renjun mumbles. “You too?”
“Yeah. I could tell by the noises you made.” Renjun groans at that, thankfully unable to become any redder than he already is. “Don’t worry. They’re beautiful.”
“Beautiful is—not exactly a word that I’ve ever heard people describe moans with,” Renjun says.
“You haven’t been with the right people, then.”
Renjun accidentally calls a phone sex hotline and not-so-accidentally gets emotionally attached to the operator. He is so fucked. (Literally.)
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“You’re killing them,” Jungwon repeats.
A beat passes. To Jungwon’s immense surprise, the god steps back, until only his sandals are touching the ground.
“Apologies.” The sound of his voice is startling. It is deep and hoarse, rattling from his throat as if it has not been put into use for a while. “Is that better?”
(or: sheltered in the world of the living and numb to the life that surrounds him, jungwon learns what it truly means to be alive when the god of death, jay, stumbles upon his garden)
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breathless (literally) by stilljunhui (acyria)
Fandoms: TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band)
23 Nov 2021
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Choi Beomgyu's handsome neighbour jogged around the block every morning at 8AM. Who even does that any more?
And why was he gearing up to do the same?
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23 Nov 2021
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Jongseong has always known what he wants.
(And Jungwon is slow on the uptake.)
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Donghyuck’s body responds to Mark’s touch with ultrahuman sensitivity, coming to life beneath Mark’s fingertips as Mark’s skilful fingers dance expertly over it, playing him like a piano. Mark knows exactly how to touch to make Donghyuck’s blood sing, how to blaze a symphony over his skin.
Mark thinks of the journey over the years to here and now, Donghyuck sitting beside him, himself but at the same time not, warm nonetheless. And maybe, all along, this warmth was all that mattered.
Or: Mark, a scientist, builds an android in the image of his ex-lover, and they fall in love. They fall in love, and Donghyuck becomes real and human.
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20 Nov 2021
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It's a Tuesday evening. They’ve just finished soccer practice and everyone else has taken off, leaving Taehyun to finish up his shower alone. He dries off and pulls on his joggers and a loose little muscle tee, dropping a towel over his hair and giving it an absent minded scrub while he cleans off the mirror with his other hand. And there it is, hidden away in the corner, barely a sharpie scribble on the tiles, but it might as well be a call to arms as far as Taehyun's concerned.
“For a good time call Choi Beomgyu ~ XXX~XXX~XXXX”
Taehyun would like to think he's a gentleman, both in and out of bed, that he's chosen to methodically pursue the man of his dreams before he graduates. He has a detailed plan with a clearly defined goal: date Beomgyu Choi before he dies or graduates.
Or.
Or he could just call the number on the wall, maybe rain check the endgame ‘til next week, and get a blowjob now. That's if the whole thing isn't a huge joke at the expense of all the freshmen, and the reason why Choi Beomgyu always looks like he's laughing. The probability of this being the case rather than a magic number for blowjobs is high, Taehyun decides, but he finds himself reaching for his phone anyway.
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20 Nov 2021