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Choi San is a responsible, diligent, and consistent career man. He is the picture perfect standard of reliable, entirely driven by his own strict standards.
When insomnia strikes, his problem solving is just as methodical, eventually trying ASMR at the recommendation of a friend.
It’s an accident when he stumbles upon sexually-charged audios from someone named Gumiho, embodying the aura of a sinful fox spirit that San will absolutely, definitely only listen to once.
And he is definitely not in WAY over his head.
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02 Aug 2026
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Wooyoung didn't think a reality existed where he didn't fall in love with San.
Choi San, the boy who had been his first and only friend, the boy who defended him like it was second nature, the boy who now was the lead singer for the hottest band in town and still looked at him like he was the most important person in the room. Until one day, Wooyoung realized he might not be as important to him as he always thought he had been.
Wooyoung didn't think he could ever fall out of love with San, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try.
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Inspired by Uneasy Hearts Weigh The Most - Dance Gavin Dance
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02 Aug 2026
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“Please, hyungie- n-need you in me,” San whines out, pleading for Wooyoung to just stick a damn finger in him already. “Wanna get fucked so good by you I see s-stars,” he exhales, his cunt clenching around nothing.
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It’s San’s birthday, and Wooyoung will do everything in his power to give his boyfriend the best birthday possible— especially if it means making him fall apart.
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02 Aug 2026
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San sputters. “Xeno? Like—aliens?”
At that word, Wooyoung’s posture straightens.
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01 Aug 2026
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wooyoung hates being told what to do, and thus he hates the concept of soulmates. like what sort of bullshit must it be, to dedicate your life finding someone that may not even be what you want? just because you have a soul mark doesn’t mean shit. you can get your own damn tattoos or whatever.
then one day, he sees a man crouching in the rain, huddled with a litter of kittens in a cardboard box. near the office of his modelling agency. same damn cuts and bruises on his hands. amicus ad aras at his knee, peeking from the rip in his jeans.
what the fuck?
(alternatively: pro-soulmate san convinces anti-soulmate wooyoung that fated mates exist; erodes all his hardened edges, and makes him into love.)
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01 Aug 2026