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Dohoon's hand stills. He’s entirely ensnared by Youngjae’s gaze, the sharpness of his command.
Youngjae just looks and looks. An eternity passes in the space between.
“You can let me,” Dohoon eventually says. Cards face up on the table. “You can let me, instead.”
Youngjae's impossible to read, except for when he's looking at Junghwan. Dohoon struggles with impulse control.
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30 Aug 2026
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house of cards by continuing, soobun
Updated: 2026-08-19
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Dohoon's hand stills. He’s entirely ensnared by Youngjae’s gaze, the sharpness of his command.
Youngjae just looks and looks. An eternity passes in the space between.
“You can let me,” Dohoon eventually says. Cards face up on the table. “You can let me, instead.”
Youngjae's impossible to read, except for when he's looking at Junghwan. Dohoon struggles with impulse control.
(Approximate) Last Read: 2026/08/30
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He looks up. Puts a hand on Youngjae’s thigh. A thumb at the inseam. Youngjae sucks in a sharp breath.
“But you should know,” Dohoon says. “You’re really not that easy to get.”
A rush of air comes out through Youngjae’s nose. He’s biting at his mouth. “No?”
“No,” Dohoon says, thumb stroking back and forth at his inner thigh. “Not if you’re not looking.”
He studies Youngjae’s face as the meaning of his words sinks in. His eyes are so dark. Two black mirrors staring down at him. Youngjae’s breath comes unsteadily: catching, hitching—
“He’s not looking, Youngjae.”
—And then he isn’t breathing at all.
“I know,” Dohoon says. His fingers press in harder against Youngjae’s thigh. “But you are. The way you look at him—”
“Stop.”
Dohoon stops. He closes his mouth and his hand stills. He’s entirely ensnared by Youngjae’s gaze, the sharpness of his command.
Youngjae just looks and looks. An eternity passes in the space between.
“You can let me,” Dohoon eventually says. Cards face up on the table. “You can let me, instead.”
jesus christ. ow ow ow
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Kyungmin's hand on Junghwan’s arm. A light but steady grip around his elbow where it’s hooked over his own face, then pressure like he’s trying to unearth Junghwan from beneath it. Junghwan takes a breath and lets his arm be moved.
Kyungmin says, quiet and almost tender in the low light of his room, “Hyung, you’re acting like more of an idiot than usual. What’s wrong?”
Or: Shin Junghwan and the pains of revelation.
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28 Aug 2026
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Published: 2026-02-28
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Kyungmin's hand on Junghwan’s arm. A light but steady grip around his elbow where it’s hooked over his own face, then pressure like he’s trying to unearth Junghwan from beneath it. Junghwan takes a breath and lets his arm be moved.
Kyungmin says, quiet and almost tender in the low light of his room, “Hyung, you’re acting like more of an idiot than usual. What’s wrong?”
Or: Shin Junghwan and the pains of revelation.
(Approximate) Last Read: 2026/08/28
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Youngjae just looks at him. Then the mask slips a few centimeters to the side; Junghwan can see a flash of dismal understanding in his eyes. “I’m fine,” he says. “Kyungmin’s waiting for you.”
It’s a clear dismissal. Junghwan goes.
the nitjae of it all
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Youngjae needed him, and a deeply-buried part of Junghwan had sometimes looked at other guys and thought—could I?—so maybe it could be repurposed, here in his own bed, as something good and kind and perhaps even necessary; Youngjae needed him, so maybe it might not be a sin, or at least not as bad a sin, if he just—
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Should it really be like this? Kyungmin, ruined for anyone else? Junghwan, panting and helpless, taking? It shouldn’t. But it doesn’t matter. It’s happening anyway.
It’s being given to him anyway.
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“Oh my God,” Junghwan mumbles. He hooks an elbow over his eyes. His thoughts about Kyungmin trip and stumble over themselves. It’s clear: this isn’t the behavior of someone who regrets it. Someone who was forced wouldn’t—do that, not willingly. So then—
“You don’t have to be so scared,” Kyungmin says, more quietly. “I know it’s… I mean, I’m scared too. But it’s just me. It’s just you.”
"Even now?" Junghwan asks.
"Of course," Kyungmin answers. "Even—always."
carthasis
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Kyungmin holds his left hand out, palm upturned. “I think it’ll be good, if you could let some of it out. I have room to hold onto it.”
Junghwan looks at the offering. “Do you?” he asks. “Are you sure?”
“For you?” Kyungmin asks back. A slow-growing smile on his sweet face. “Really, hyung?”
beautiful. wonderful. shin junghwan please let yourself want.
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“So, like,” Lily finally thinks to ask, “where exactly are we going?”
“I don’t know,” says Haewon. “I just wanted to go.”
“Go where?”
“Away.”
It takes five years, but Haewon returns to Lily.
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24 Aug 2026
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Published: 2025-12-21
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“So, like,” Lily finally thinks to ask, “where exactly are we going?”
“I don’t know,” says Haewon. “I just wanted to go.”
“Go where?”
“Away.”
It takes five years, but Haewon returns to Lily.
(Approximate) Last Read: 2026/08/24
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[Critics have called it] “like if Jessica Jung’s Shine wasn’t ontologically evil”
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Because Haewon, with her newfound freedom, could go anywhere she wanted and yet has only ever wanted the same exact thing. Because Haewon never could have made any other choice.
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Lily was there, too, of course. Just all the way out in the open. Just on the exact same level as Haewon, and never in the same way.
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Love as a platform, a handshake, a noose.
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You are, said Haewon, in the darkness of the parked van, important to me. Sorry that it took this long to tell you.
Is it weird to say I think I always knew? And, answered Lily, I love you, too.
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Yes, Haewon is making a fool of herself in public, and for free, no less — but it’s worth it just to see the way Lily cracks up. Her laugh, the same as ever, is still the thing Haewon looks for in every joke.
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“No, you know what, Haewon?” Lily throws up her hands. “I love you. I love you! And I’m no fighter, but if someone else was treating you this way I’d do everything in my power not to let them. I’d give up anything and everything but this time — I can’t. There’s no one I can protect you from because,” she says, “it is you.”
Haewon’s chest heaves like she wants to sob, or be sick. “Then why are you still trying?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Lily asks. “I know you’d do the same for me. I know you already have.”
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this fic man, this fic. you know when you read something, and from the first few sentences you realize that, oh man, this is going to be good? that we me with this fic, and boy, it did not dissapoint. it's at times witty but also painful and lovely and hopeful and throughout it all, beautifully written.
haewon and lily really feel like themselves in this fic, especially in the dialogue. it's like the author took their words straight out of their mouths.
all throughout this fic is just so good i was frothing at the mouth liveblogging it to my dear friend. i also really love the snippets of haewon's in-universe work/reviews of it. i dunno i've always been a sucker for that sort of stuff.
also, the interlude about the railway network, and then the mention of the coastline at the end is just, chef's kiss.
i am truly feeling a lot of emotions but most of all hope and love <3.
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"If you're that worried about the ratings," Maki says, "we could always kiss at the top of Castle Hill tomorrow morning."
"You don't say things like that!"
Somewhere in a production office in Seoul, a PD watched forty hours of &TEAM content and decided the two members who never quite make it into the same frame need to be sent to Nice, France for a week with nothing but a loose itinerary and a camera crew.
Euijoo thinks it's a content opportunity. Maki thinks it's about time.
(or: Nice, it turns out, does not care about Euijoo's blueprint.)
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24 Aug 2026
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nice, to see you (i have to look again) by ohwarmth
Published: 2026-05-10
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"If you're that worried about the ratings," Maki says, "we could always kiss at the top of Castle Hill tomorrow morning."
"You don't say things like that!"
Somewhere in a production office in Seoul, a PD watched forty hours of &TEAM content and decided the two members who never quite make it into the same frame need to be sent to Nice, France for a week with nothing but a loose itinerary and a camera crew.
Euijoo thinks it's a content opportunity. Maki thinks it's about time.
(or: Nice, it turns out, does not care about Euijoo's blueprint.)
(Approximate) Last Read: 2026/08/24
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Maki turns back to the kids and says something else, and whatever it is, it involves gesturing at Euijoo with an expression that Euijoo, from this distance, can only describe as pitying. The kids look at Euijoo. Then at Maki. The smaller one puts her hand over her heart, saying something with what appears to be genuine sympathy. Maki nods gravely.
Euijoo has a very bad feeling.
I laughed out loud
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Euijoo stares at him.
"You told two French children I was sad."
"You're always a little sad, hyung. It's part of your charm," Maki teases.
lololol
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“Of course. You’re the maknae. That’s my job.”
Maki feels himself flinch before he can stop it, something tightening just under his ribs. He looks at Euijoo, who is still absorbed in the menu, unaware that he once again has placed them neatly back into a shape that no longer fits.
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Euijoo knows Maki.
He just knows him through a version that has started to fall slightly out of sync with time, one Maki has been watching quietly drift off course for the better part of two years, a version with a specific expiration date that Euijoo keeps refusing to acknowledge. It's not a wrong version exactly. It's just not the whole picture anymore. It hasn't been the whole picture for a while.
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Euijoo stands in Place Masséna with the fountain behind him and the crowd around him, and Maki singing Jyuugoya at him from across a square in Nice, France, and thinks:
I'm looking now. I'm looking.
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"I'm just Maki. I've always just been Maki. You can let that be enough."
I know, Euijoo thinks.
Because Maki is right. Maki has always just been Maki. The distance was never Maki's fault, never Maki's doing, never anything Maki needed to fix or adjust. Maki has just been standing there, unchanged, waiting to be looked at directly.
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truly a wonderful read. funny, but also achingly vulnerable and human. the descriptions are immaculate and it just feels so real, like something that actually could've happened. this is just one of those fics where the world feels like it really exists in this way, and you want to be a part of it. the setting really elevates this work, and makes traveling to nice with your loved ones so appealing it could almost be a travel ad. i'm so glad i gave this fic a chance.
on seeing and being seen for who you are.
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Jihoon looks down at his grasping hands. He knows he’s too greedy. He wants too much. Life would have been so simple, he thinks, if dance remained his one and only true love.
Instead, there’s Dohoon. Instead, there’s Youngjae.
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22 Aug 2026
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Published: 2025-11-14
Work ID: 74198551Relationship Tags:
• Choi Youngjae/Han Jihoon/Kim Dohoon
• Han Jihoon/Kim Dohoon (TWS)
• Choi Youngjae/Han Jihoon (TWS)
• Choi Youngjae/Kim Dohoon (TWS)Work Summary:
Jihoon looks down at his grasping hands. He knows he’s too greedy. He wants too much. Life would have been so simple, he thinks, if dance remained his one and only true love.
Instead, there’s Dohoon. Instead, there’s Youngjae.
(Approximate) Last Read: 2026/08/22
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And so the words have followed him, the ones his teacher spoke to him in that small office room. That unmade choice morphing, becoming larger, looming. He hears it sometimes, now, still ringing in his ears:
You’re going to have to choose. Do you understand?
You have to choose.
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Some part of Jihoon knows he’s being—handled, that’s probably the word, but he likes it, the thoughtlessness, allowed to just be a body; so he does what Youngjae tells him: hops, climbs, swings. Breathes the ice of the night air. Eventually he finds his shoe lying on its side by a lonely looking seesaw.
am i insane?
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Youngjae goes to sit on the other end. His weight brings Jihoon’s body back up into the air, but not all the way; they have about the same body mass, so they end up suspended, teetering, unsteady in their similarity.
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“We were hanging out at the park for a while,” Jihoon says. Almost pleading: “It was fun. You would have had fun. We would have brought hot packs for you.”
this just moves me in a way
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There’s a pit in Jihoon’s stomach, slowly enlarging. He feels the hot press of tears behind his eyes when he says, “Hyung. I—I like you so much,” which isn’t an explanation or an answer. It’s just the truth.
so vulnerable. sometimes you really truly like someone so much
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so beautiful and evocative in all its humanness <3. soobun never misses. I especially love the use of the other shoe dropping idiom and then an actual shoe dropping.
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Every day, Youngjae feels it—Jihoon’s gaze. The weight of it, its substance, its teeth. Some days it makes him feel like a dog basking in the sun. On others: pursued. It makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
Or: Summer ends. Something else begins.
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18 Aug 2026
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my heart between your hands by soobun
Published: 2024-09-29
Work ID: 59291104Relationship Tags:
• Choi Youngjae/Han Jihoon (TWS)
• Choi Youngjae & Shin Junghwan | ShinyuWork Summary:
Every day, Youngjae feels it—Jihoon’s gaze. The weight of it, its substance, its teeth. Some days it makes him feel like a dog basking in the sun. On others: pursued. It makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
Or: Summer ends. Something else begins.
(Approximate) Last Read: 2026/08/18
so lovely
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Where, unhinged, desperate; where am I allowed to look? The thought echoes in Taki's head, eyes searching the expanse of Nicholas' skin for something safe to fixate on.
Then Nicholas touches the right side of his belly with one finger. Here. There.
The house Taki lives in, and the hunger he lives with.
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16 Jul 2026
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Published: 2026-07-15
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Where, unhinged, desperate; where am I allowed to look? The thought echoes in Taki's head, eyes searching the expanse of Nicholas' skin for something safe to fixate on.
Then Nicholas touches the right side of his belly with one finger. Here. There.
The house Taki lives in, and the hunger he lives with.
(Approximate) Last Read: 2026/08/09
devastating
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Kei-unnie says many things she doesn't mean.
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15 Jul 2026
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Published: 2026-02-06
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Kei-unnie says many things she doesn't mean.
(Approximate) Last Read: 2026/07/15
She opens her mouth to say something. Puts up her hand to – push him away, pull him closer. She turns it into a weak fist. The fist around an épée, around a letter; the hand wrapped around a bottle, soaked in condensation. Condescension.
ah yes.... it seems you have much experience in the department of teenage girl friendships.... this toxic yuri meal...
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“Do you think there’s something going on with Euijoo and Fuma?” Harua says, stepping into a fresh pair of boxers.
Nicholas laughs out loud, dropping his phone onto his chest with a dull thud. Harua doesn’t think it’s that funny. “What makes you say that?”
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20 Jun 2026
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Published: 2026-06-05
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“Do you think there’s something going on with Euijoo and Fuma?” Harua says, stepping into a fresh pair of boxers.
Nicholas laughs out loud, dropping his phone onto his chest with a dull thud. Harua doesn’t think it’s that funny. “What makes you say that?”
(Approximate) Last Read: 2026/06/20
instant classic. I'm going to rotate this fic around my head like a rotisserie chicken until further notice
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Maki needs to prove himself. Nicholas is selfish enough to lend a hand.
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21 May 2026
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big debut by Anonymous
Published: 2026-05-18
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Maki needs to prove himself. Nicholas is selfish enough to lend a hand.
(Approximate) Last Read: 2026/05/21
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Nicholas slings an arm over his waist and the glow of the mosquito zapper illuminates the softened edges of his cheek, gentler now after days of late breakfasts in nature and fuck all to do but be themselves far away from the city’s momentum. And the crickets are singing about how life is short and no one is promised tomorrow, so Maki brings a hand to the shadow on Nicholas’s jaw and kisses him long and sweet.
He tastes like barbecue and familiar. His toes are digging into Maki’s ankle and the stubble along his chin is scraping against Maki’s own and Maki wants tonight to still be here when he wakes up.
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Maki doesn’t have it all figured out. He doesn’t know what win he’s still chasing. That’s okay. Nicholas will stick by his side through all of it. He hasn’t lost anything that matters.
seriously one of the best fics i have read in my time of being on this website. the dynamic between maki and nico is just portrayed so well it's making me insane.
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what’s on your mind? (let’s make it clear tonight) by parthepillon
Fandoms: NMIXX (Band)
27 Sep 2025
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Haewon looks different when she’s drunk.
Lily stops running.
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07 Feb 2026
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what’s on your mind? (let’s make it clear tonight) by parthepillon
Part 1 of the days were different with you, and different without you.Series Information:
ID: 5254041
Words: 10,160 | Works: 2 | Complete: No | Bookmarks: 2
Description:also known as: kim jiwoo showers at night and conveniently lets people have conversations
Published: 2025-09-27
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Haewon looks different when she’s drunk.
Lily stops running.
(Approximate) Last Read: 2026/02/08
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And isn't that ironic. If Lily didn't lie—if she didn't put up walls and boarded windows up in hopes of keeping her feelings sheltered—then she would've told Haewon the truth in a moment of weakness she would've spent the rest of their contracts, and possibly careers, regretting. The kind of truth that's a punch in the gut and a lopsided neon sign in cubital letters, a voice, screaming: you've ruined me for anyone else, and you don't even know it
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It's grueling work. Sometimes her brain goes haywire, too fast for her to keep up with, and the words run loose, a river overflowing past the green banks of an open summer field. It's all good, as long as it's funny. But Lily knows better than to expect to be afforded the same kind of hilarity were she to say something much more personal, much more real to her.
And somewhere, in all of this: Haewon. Who laughs at her more often than not, and teases her for just about everything. Who stares at her like she's something precious, something worth a smile, and loops their arms together, head in the crook of her shoulder, whenever she slips a little and forgets, if only for a brief moment, that there's a camera crew filming. Who already knows everything, and this Lily has a sinking feeling of; Haewon, who's cruel enough to want to hear it said from her lips.
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If there's any trace of regret that she can taste in the searing of their mouths, she can think about it later. If bile forms after every stutter of their hips, she can think about it later. The questions can come later. Rejection can come later. Forgiveness can come, later—when she whispers a hushed, reverent Haewon against swollen lips, and then a million times over in her brain: HaewonHaewonHaewonHaewon, like a choir gathered in prayer.
Like atonement.
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holy shit. this is the first nmixx work i've ever read and it was so fucking good so now i'm scared that nothing will ever live up to it. i really had to hold back on the paragraphs i pasted into this bookmark because there truly were too many good ones. oh complicated messy layered female relationships how i love you <3333
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If Jo had been lying down and facing the wall, then it would’ve been fine. It wouldn’t have mattered that he missed the extra pair of shoes in the foyer, he would’ve been fine leaving the door ajar. Yuma would’ve stumbled in and seen his still form, and assumed he was asleep.
But Jo forgot to lie down and face the wall. So Yuma stumbles in and finds him flinching through an orgasm, catching his release in a Kleenex, sighing out, “Kei-hyung–”
In October of 2018, six hundred and sixty-five million light years away from Earth, a small star was cannibalized in the dark void of space. It was just one-tenths the mass of our solar system’s sun. A postdoctoral fellow at the Space Telescope Science Institute observed the phenomenon for three months, and deemed the entire affair to be wholly unremarkable. There was no funeral.
Or; An ode to AT2018hyz.
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20 Aug 2025
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radio luminous by FIREWORK (blaspheme)
Published: 2024-02-23
Work/Series ID: 54003973Relationship Tags:
• Asakura Jo/Nakakita Yuma
• Asakura Jo/K (&TEAM)
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If Jo had been lying down and facing the wall, then it would’ve been fine. It wouldn’t have mattered that he missed the extra pair of shoes in the foyer, he would’ve been fine leaving the door ajar. Yuma would’ve stumbled in and seen his still form, and assumed he was asleep.
But Jo forgot to lie down and face the wall. So Yuma stumbles in and finds him flinching through an orgasm, catching his release in a Kleenex, sighing out, “Kei-hyung–”
In October of 2018, six hundred and sixty-five million light years away from Earth, a small star was cannibalized in the dark void of space. It was just one-tenths the mass of our solar system’s sun. A postdoctoral fellow at the Space Telescope Science Institute observed the phenomenon for three months, and deemed the entire affair to be wholly unremarkable. There was no funeral.
Or; An ode to AT2018hyz.
(Approximate) Last Read: 2025/08/20
He thinks, I don’t think Daedelus would’ve found it sad if Icarus turned around and went home. If Icarus looked to the sun, and saw the danger, and thought better of it.
He can’t say that, because Jo and Icarus have never been the same. Jo is a coward. Icarus isn’t.
i have been rotating this fic around in my mind for a year straight and it is still so, so good <3