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"It's not a good look, you know. You flirting with Jaehyun like that." Sungho huffs out a laugh in his direction, a dangerous glint in his eye. "If you keep pursuing my boyfriend, then, well—that's just cheating, isn't it?"
Sungho speaks to him with a lazy drawl, tilting his head just enough to make Sanghyeok's breath hitch. He's dangerous as ever, Park Sungho—and Sanghyeok nearly chokes when Sungho taps at the table between them, luring Sanghyeok into the sharpness of his eyes.
"If you told me to my face that you wanted him, though..." Sungho smirks, "then maybe we could have some fun."
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He finds comfort in his murky, gray, monotonous life.
Some people aren’t destined for more than getting fucked in their car on work time, or being tied to a town that holds all their hurt, knot cinched too tight to pull apart.
Jungsu likes the color gray; it’s all he’s ever known.
(OR: Jungsu's small town life is predictable- eat, sleep, work at the drive-in- until his boss hires Gunil, a mysterious, flirty man that shows up out of the blue and turns his world upside down)
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- Part 2 of mitski-verse
Bookmarked by sseraseas
07 Dec 2025
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Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling with tears running down my face
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"She doesn't even have boobs to stare at," Jooyeon comments idly, with absolutely no sympathy, "She's flat as a board."
Hyeongjun's not 'flat as a board.' She's not gifted, either, but she has just enough that it fills out the bralette. But it's not even about that, it's– it's the skin. She's showing so much skin. Her midriff, her collarbones, and if it's like today, her sternum, enough out to the open air that she can see the lace curve around her–
A hand covers Jiseok's eyes. "You're so fucked."
Hyeongjun starts wearing bralettes. Jiseok can't stop looking at her.
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"You—" Hyeongjun bites off, startled. He doesn't even need to finish his words— Jooyeon only whines again, embarrassed, burying his face further into Hyeongjun's skin.
Fuck. Fucking— he hates having a beta's nose sometimes. He smelt him in the kitchen because his scent was so damn strong it seeped out of his room. It's so obvious— the scent alone is ridiculous, fuck him for thinking it was just him in a mood— but Jooyeon's also practically burning up, skin hot through his shirt, arms tense where they wrap around Hyeongjun.
Jooyeon's in his rut.
"Sorry," Jooyeon mumbles against his spine. A shudder runs through him and his hands press a little further into Hyeongjun's stomach, but he doesn't move any closer. He continues to ramble, fast, like he needs to get it out. "Sorry, I thought— maybe just, laying… but— can you— just one, one thing? Please? And I'll leave you alone, it just isn't the same, not anymore, not by myself—"
Hyeongjun helps Jooyeon with his rut.
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Crown Prince Han Hyeongjun has never dared to dream. The world is waiting for him at the end of a wire, and all he has to do is be good until the wire is his to claim.
But then the world shifts.
Hyeongjun’s caravan is attacked, and he’s left for dead. Luckily, a kind stranger named Jooyeon is willing to nurse him back to health.