8 Works by tempsemprunte
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heart stop, i feel it even more, how? by tempsemprunte
Fandoms: ZEROBASEONE | ZB1 (Korea Band)
21 Jun 2025
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It takes eight minutes for a train from Victoria Terminals to reach Dockyard Road.
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“It’s okay.” he soothes, running his palm down his back, trying to press the warmth of his own body into his skin. “You’re okay.”
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The day Minghao moved in, they took one look at the empty fish tank dumped in the balcony and asked him if he kept fish. He had awkwardly explained that no, not really, it’s actually the only thing his ex-boyfriend left behind when he ran away — quite literally, he lives in Chicago now — to marry his college sweetheart.
Then he avoided them for a month until he couldn’t.
Seungcheol accepts a sight-unseen roommate in a pinch at thirty. Then falls in love with them.
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Or, and they were roommates, the AU.
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in the crooks of your body, i find my religion by tempsemprunte
Fandoms: ZEROBASEONE | ZB1 (Korea Band)
23 Mar 2025
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The hand laid on his side moved higher, fingers dancing to the rhythm of what surely is a formative rock single for Canadian millennium kids. At least, if the man in his arms is to be believed. He could crosscheck, but he has never felt the desire to. Lies from divinity’s mouth, do they not become truth once spoken?
The rosy cheek pressed on his collarbone, shuffling lower, pressing down harder. He wonders, will it leave a mark if they stay still for long enough? If they press harder, will they be branded with each other’s breaths?
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Love as worship. Worship as love.
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There are situations he's familiar with in his line of work. Situations where he makes compromises, Seungcheol makes compromises. Times when they remind themselves that they knew things can and will transpire outside of their control. Times when they will question if this risk was worth it.
He believes it is. He desperately begs Minghao’s heart to give way for the same.
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Junhui, Seungcheol, Minghao and love.
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He had glanced back at Gunwook taking pictures of Hanbin under one of the streetlamps, kneeling on the sidewalk as he barked instructions at the leader. Hanbin graciously, perhaps more aptly with tired resignation, followed the poses he was being told as Hao reviewed the photos his boyfriend was taking. The trenchcoat he was wearing fluttered with the wind, nose rosy, one hand bar mittens as he fiddled with the company phone.
Sometimes he did let his thoughts drift to a world where it would just be the two of them out here. Maybe they’d build a snowman, maybe he could take Gunwook’s hand and give him a celebratory kiss and the only worry they would have would be someone finding two men kissing in a kids' playground instead of a paparazzi holding their career hostage. Funny how even in his daydreams he existed with an inbuilt fear about his love, it felt constraining as it did a natural attempt at defense at this point in his life. Just a way of life.
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Of first snows and broken heaters.
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“I’m not looking up Yaoi on the clock.” he squeaks out, his red cheeks betraying his composed posturing.
“Look it up when we go back to the dorms then.” Ricky shrugs, already reaching for his phone to resume his doom scrolling.
“Just tell me!” he whines, grabbing Ricky’s suit jacket.
“Why are you so pressed about it anyway? We were just joking,” he says, swiping up on a thirst trap.
“Hyung~ tell me please~”
The aegyo does the trick, miraculously, and Ricky turns off his phone yet again to look him straight in the eyes, “It’s when the Ones have hands bigger than their faces.” it's delivered with no intonation, hardly any expression on Ricky’s face in contrast to his own that is now overheating. “Big hands, bigger dick, it’s bound to be a gay guy.” he continues.
Gunwook feels like his face is about to melt off. Ricky gives him a smug grin and turns his phone on again without interruption.
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Park Gunwook gets into bl shipping, kisses Seok Matthew, finds out he has Yaoi Hands & realises he’s gay, not necessarily in that order. -
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Being in Junhui’s orbit is an indulgence he tries to limit himself from, he’s the pack leader before anything else. Junhui is a member of his pack before he is the object of his affections, perhaps is the latter because he ended up being the former. As he lowers himself on the loveseat, the undercurrent of tobacco blossoms envelopes him to loose-limbed comfort. Even after all these years of being around the man, of scenting him as the pack alpha, Junhui’s scent brings out carnal urges in him. A desire so deep-seated, it leaves him tongue-tied and malleable for the omega to do as he pleases.
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Junhui paints Seungcheol's nails. An unwinding.