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“Do you know him? Kim Mingyu-ssi?”
And Wonwoo wasn’t sure how he was supposed to answer that.
Did he?
Know Kim Mingyu?
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A love story told through the seasons.
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14 Dec 2025
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“Denying yourself must be hard,” Hansol says, voice a smooth rumble.
All Seungkwan can do is shake his head, the intense shame of being caught only making his arousal grow. “You're wrong. I don’t want anything from you."
“Sure.” Hansol’s half-smile just about destroys Seungkwan.
Seungkwan misses his weekly feeding and must resist the urge to ravage his poor, handsome human roommate.
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15 Oct 2025
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“Well, we’ve been dating for almost five months, so it makes sense we’d match.”
Soonyoung blinks.
He laughs, kind of. “What?”
Jihoon looks at him, confused. “We’ve been dating,” he says again, slower this time. “Since September?”
There’s a pause.
Soonyoung opens his mouth. Then closes it. Then opens it again. “I thought…” He shakes his head a little, like it’ll rattle the words into place. “What do you mean?”
A tale of Soonyoung and Jihoon's six-month friendship. Or so Soonyoung thought.
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02 Oct 2025
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“Jeonghan, you cannot fuck my kid’s soccer coach,” Jisoo cuts in, sitting up fully, face all serious.
Jeonghan swallows back a laugh. “Why not? I didn’t see a ring.”
“Let me rephrase—” Jisoo pinches the bridge of his nose between two fingers. “Please don’t fuck my kid’s soccer coach.”
“I am going to fuck your kid’s soccer coach.”
(OR: Jeonghan fucks his best friend's kid's soccer coach.)
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12 Aug 2025
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“I want to have a baby.”
“What do you mean, have a baby? We can call Hansol, I’m sure he and Seungkwan would love a date night,” Seungcheol continues in the low drawl he uses when he’s trying to tease out the underlying mood of the conversation. Jeonghan can read every twitch of Seungcheol’s lips, every shift of his jaw. He’s an expert at it.
“No, Seungcheol,” he tries again. “I want to have a baby of my own. And I think you should be the one to— y’know,” Jeonghan vaguely gestures to his stomach. “Knock me up.”
(OR: Jeonghan asks his best friend to have a baby with him.)