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It’s true, she supposes, that their resemblance is minimal. She got her mother’s height and build. And her sense of histrionic dramatics, if her dad is to be believed. Hyunjin doesn’t remember her, so she has to take his word for it. She didn’t get it from him, anyway. He’s calm, steady. She might have his eyes. Maybe a trace of him in her jawline. But nothing else, not really, so maybe you can’t fault people for not realising they’re related, for instead assuming—
While dining with her father, the waiter assumes Hyunjin is an escort.
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11 Nov 2025
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‘I think,’ he begins, and his hand is touching her again, and she can feel his gaze on her but she can’t brave to meet it, ‘those men do more than look, honey.’
A breathless noise escapes her, and all the tension in her body dissipates. Her knees nearly give out, but he keeps her upright. She turns her head; she finally looks him in the eye. She thinks—hopes—she sees her own desire mirrored there. ‘Yeah,’ she whispers. ‘Yeah, you’re right. They probably do.’ Without breaking eye contact, she brings up her drink again. She slips the straw between her lips and hollows her cheeks. She imagines it now, the way she’s imagined it for weeks. Daddy looking at her. Undressing her slowly, touching her skin. Backing her up against the wall and nudging apart her legs. Finding that spot deep inside her that makes her fall apart.
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Eunseok knew the second he stepped foot back in his childhood home, he knew when he was clutching his phone to his ear in the dead of night with his sister's voice softly tugging him over the line, he knew when she finally messaged him again after forgetting him entirely after she went off to university.
This is a bad idea.
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15 Sep 2025
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His mother sighs, putting her chopsticks down and looking between the two siblings more shrewdly now before shaking her head in exasperation. "You two used to be so close, I don't understand what happened. Have I told you before?"
Eunseok raises his eyes with a distinct feeling that he does not want to hear what she’s about to say.
"When she was little, Wonbinnie even used to say she wanted to grow up to marry you before we explained to her what that meant!"
"Mom!" Wonbin exclaims. "Oh my god, you promised not to tell anyone about that..." She hides her face in betrayal, the two dissolving into the kind of bickering the way only a mother and daughter can.
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"Like a puppy," Felix says, absently scratching Max's neck. "I always wanted one."
Chan swallows. "You have Max."
"No." She shakes her head. "She's your puppy. You know it." Her hand is moving now, working the buckle on Max's collar. She shifts to her knees, slips it off Max's neck. The breath stops in his chest. "And you're mine."
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13 Sep 2025
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"Good boy," she says, a bell chiming inside him. She'd praise him all the time. "I'll teach you tricks." She drops the tag to hold her hand up, palm facing him. "Touch."
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Inside Stray Kids' Bags | In The Bag - TRANSCRIPT by prominences
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
09 Sep 2025
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Inside Stray Kids’ Bags | In The Bag
879k views · 2 days ago
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#MYVOGUE #STRAYKIDSHip-hip hooray! Stray Kids brought their personal bags to show off their recommended daily items. From Felix’s keyboard switches to Lee Know’s cat treats, each member shows off their cool style in this video. [MORE]
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09 Sep 2025
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[1:51] [HAN takes the rock] [In Korean] Yah, what is this? Have you just been carrying it around this whole time, seriously?
[1:59] LEE KNOW: [In Korean] Yongbok is strength training. Under my exercises, he’ll grow up nice and strong.
[2:04] [Felix flexes a bicep.] [Caption: A strong cat-idol!] I recommend carrying around a rock.
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It isn’t funny that Heeseung was watching porn in class. It’s… it’s something else.
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25 Aug 2025
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“Maybe…” With a pathetic little pout on his ridiculously pretty lips, Heeseung yanks Jake closer until his ass is settled right against his cock. “Please. I wanna feel you, wanna come inside you. Please, Jake,” he whines, and holy shit he’s tearing up. He’s embodying that dumbass pick-me boy emoji (🥺), acting like he isn’t currently shoving his hand down the back of Jake’s pants to get a skin-to-skin handful of asscheek. Just ungrateful and greedy! “Pleaseee?”
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All Minho needs to get through this godawful week at work is to get earnestly fucked.
He gets his wish. The monkey’s paw curls.
Alternatively: Two Guys Get Stuck on a Knot
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10 Apr 2025
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While Minho’s hands bubbled, Chan was zoning out with his lips puckered. He looked like a duck. Minho shut off the faucet and shook his hands, and then reached a wet hand to pinch Chan’s duck lips.
Chan made a confused sound and looked at Minho in the mirror. Minho spread his hand and cupped Chan’s face, smushing his cheeks.
“You’re pretty,” he observed.
Chan was caught off guard by the offhanded observation, his eyes widening. He buried his face in Minho’s neck, hiding his heated face. “Don’t call me that.”
Minho huffed in disbelief; he’s never seen an alpha react like that. Endearing was the last word he’d thought would pass his mind tonight.
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“Christ,” Chan says, tipping his head back until it hits the pillow propped beneath his shoulders.
“Three,” Minho counters, insouciant.
Chan gives a low, shaky groan, caught somewhere between laughter and frustration. Minho leans his head against the inside of Chan’s thigh and gazes up at the mess of him, the flushed-red swell of his cock, the way his pubic hair glistens with his own wetness and Minho’s spit. “That wasn’t a challenge.”
T gave Minho a refractory period. It did not do the same to Chan. At least one of them should get to experience the joys of an improbable number of orgasms, and it clearly isn't going to be Minho.
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30 Mar 2025
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“Minho,” Chan whispers again, and he fumbles for Minho’s hand, laces their fingers together. Hurt swells like a blister in Minho’s throat, then bursts; he fucks the dildo roughly into Chan’s cunt with a force that surprises himself, feeling almost angry. Almost. How dare he, Minho thinks, and grips onto Chan’s hand, drags their joined fingers upwards so that he can press a kiss to the plait of their skin, fucks Chan rough and shallow the way he likes it. How dare he. Minho wants to cook him jjimdak in the evenings and to remind Chan to feed their cats and to brush the hair out of Chan’s eyes every morning, and instead he calls Chan a slut and texts him I can make you come eight times if you want, are you free tomorrow, and then Chan has the audacity to hold his hand. Minho’s eyes sting. He has not cried since he started T; mostly it’s because he hasn’t needed to, but occasionally he feels the burning where his tears used to be and knows that the only difference is his physiology.
And he can’t even make himself come eight times to get over it any more. Jesus fucking Christ, this whole being yourself thing is a scam.
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Hyunjin is Jeongin's best friend and the most desirable employee at the local Hot Topic. It's 2005.
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16 Mar 2025
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“Fuck, dude,” Jeongin bites out, thighs tensing as he tries not to push Hyunjin’s gag reflex too far. Soft black hair twists around his fingers, and he tugs just to make Hyunjin choke out a sweet little whine.
When he pulls off to cough and get a good breath in, Hyunjin pouts again, sucking lightly at the shining tip of Jeongin’s dick, flushed and full in Hyunjin’s fist. “Don’t call me dude when I’m blowing you,” he mumbles, the sensation so distracting that Jeongin almost misses the actual words.
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Felicity shouts at the bartender, ordering another shot. Minho plasters his chest to her back as he adds to the order. Another scotch and soda for himself, and water for Felicity. The bartender nods and slips away as Felicity turns back to Minho, pink pout aimed like a dagger at his heart.
“Oppa, I don't want water.” Her delicate fingers wave dismissively through the air, pink nail polish glimmering in the dim light. One petite finger points vaguely out across the crowd. “I've already peed, like, three times. I don't want to go again.”
It's only been twice by Minho's count. He doesn't point that out.
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11 Feb 2025
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Minho ascends behind her. He stares, entranced by the little trickles of piss that sluice from the tight clench of her thighs. A stronger man would look away. Protect Felicity’s dignity.
Alas, he is not a stronger man.
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Chan looks like he's waiting to see what Minho will do, as if moving a muscle will make Minho realize what he's done.
But, Minho knows what he's done. What he's doing. What he will do.
Carefully, without breaking eye contact with Chan, Minho sucks on the finger in his mouth.
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30 Jan 2025
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The feeling of Chan's fingers fucking in and out of Minho's mouth makes him moan again, deeper this time. The pace Chan sets is slow but methodical, pressing down onto the soft cushion of Minho’s tongue until his jaw opens slightly, letting the tip of his tongue rest against his bottom lip.
"You're gorgeous," Chan breathes, awed.
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“Unnie, you gotta start being nicer to Channie-oppa.”
She cracks open one eye to watch as Jisu drains the rest of her drink, which is mostly melted ice at this point. She can’t quite place Jisu’s tone, which should be lighthearted but comes off as something else. “What do you mean by that?”
“Oppa loves mean,” Jisu says, “so you need to stop being mean to him, or else he’ll fall in love with you.”
Ah, that’s Jisu’s half-joking voice. She’s not blind—she knows her brother and she knows Minhee.
Minhee’s not offended by being called mean; she knows what Jisu is saying. She’s got a resting bitch face and a no-bullshit attitude—but also an insatiable need to mess with people. It’s offputting for those who don’t know her, but charming to those who do. She knows that. Jisu knows that.
Chan knows that. Minhee has always suspected that he likes that about her.
What Jisu doesn’t know is that it might be a little late for Minhee to change that.
Minhee's been texting her best friend's brother in secret for years now. It's all fun and games until he comes to town.
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20 Jan 2025
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She wants him. There’s no doubt about that now. It’s not just the tension, but something else, too. Something that’s built up over the past two years, something that could be real. She knows he wants her, too.
She’s mean, but she’s not cruel—Minhee can’t go over that line.
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scientific methods by lethalforgetful for seungchacco (queertannieluvr)
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
07 Jan 2025
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Minho leans forward and drops his forehead against the computer screen. Seungmin can feel the hum of static connecting him to Minho's warm, warm skin.
"I want you to know that everything I'm doing right now has absolutely nothing to do with the innate scientific curiosity I know we both have, and everything to do with how good you are and how much I want to make you feel good."
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or: seungmin has never felt pleasure before. minho makes sure he does.Series
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07 Jan 2025
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Technically, Seungmin surrounds Minho all the time, but Seungmin wants to touch him, to squeeze his consciousness into the space of a single electrical pulse and dive into Minho's brain so he can hear how pretty Minho sounds, hear his composure fall away, so he can complete the incomplete map of Minho's body.
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Chan is rebelling and it amuses Minho. Like a kitten learning to hiss and fight for the first time. He’s digging his tiny claws in, barely making impressions in Minho’s skin. A tantrum thrown: pouting, You don’t get my vulnerability if you don’t give me what I want. Minho knows any number of ways to make Chan suffer if he wants it, but he won’t be the first to break here. He wants Chan to ask for it. Want those lovely, obscene lips to part and beg for Minho to ruin him, all on his own.
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23 Dec 2024
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There’s a glimmer of tears at the inner corners of his eyes that don’t fall. His mouth is puffy and red, enlarging his full lips to the point of obscenity. Yet he’s obedient. So, so obedient. Staying put where Minho wants him to be. Minho wants to commit unspeakable acts upon his person. Wants to press him to the floor and fuck him face down, see his tears dot the polished hardwood, feel the clench of his hole hot and tense around his cock.
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“Y’know, sometimes,” he starts, breathing into the safe hollow of Felix’s neck, the two of them tangling like ivy on the fence in his parents’ backyard. “Sometimes, I forget you weren’t there with me.”
“Hmm? Where?” Felix mumbles through his contented daze and does some careful mental math, calculating how many eons it would take for them both to meld together. Love gathers in the corners of his eyes like sand from a long and restful sleep, making it hard to pry them open, and so he doesn’t.
Chris hums. Something about the sound is almost nervous. “My childhood.”
I didn’t know to miss you, he thinks, but it feels as though I should have.
“Yeah?” is what Felix manages, softly, instead. “Really wish I could’ve been.”
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10 Oct 2024
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Love gathers in the corners of his eyes like sand from a long and restful sleep, making it hard to pry them open, and so he doesn’t.
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“So, how will you know when we get there?” Chris’s voice rasps, phlegm breaking in his throat. He swallows to dislodge any lingering silence. “Do you, like… feel people praying?” Down the road’s slit belly, a waxing moon. Chris drums an anxious melody on the steering wheel and keeps his eyes fixed ahead. “At the shrine, I mean.”
Minho turns lazily, skull pressed into the window, eyes like the water at night. Writhing. Empty. “No one’s prayed to me in years,” he says.
Chris summons a dead god in a gas station bathroom. Minho makes the best of it.
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26 Sep 2024
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Wanting is what got him here. Minho knew this just by looking at him. The god he reformed from the viscera of that void and the longing in his blood; the god he called back from somewhere cold and dark and empty, now as warm and as living as Chris feels, maybe for the first time.
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"Han Jisungie,” Minho says slowly, taking care to enunciate every syllable. “There is no bonding. There’s never going to be a bonding. Or a wedding. Or anything like that. Channie-hyung and I are just… having a child together. And raising it. Together.”
Jisung looks no less lost. “But. You’re in love.”
His face heats up so quickly he’s surprised he doesn’t outright burst into flames. “We absolutely are not,” he hisses, mortified.
It takes Minho the better part of his twenties to realise they absolutely are.
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17 Sep 2024
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“It’s too much,” Minho croaks.
“I know. But our little girl wants to say hi. Let’s bring her into the world together.”
“I’m the one doing all the work here, asshole,” he says, half-laughing, half-sobbing.
But that’s not exactly true, is it? Chan will be with him every step of the way, just like he promised. Just like he’s always been.
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“You have to think about what they want. Park Hanbin should be the first thing you think of when you wake up. And the last thing you think of before you sleep. You have to breathe Park Hanbin.”
Hanbin gives Keita fan service lessons. Keita gives Hanbin a blowjob.
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05 Sep 2024
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Keita’s throat flexes around nothing. And instead of another breathy, needy, Park Hanbin, the practice room fills with the bodily wet sound of his cough.
The answer to Hanbin's hypothetical interview question spills out automatically. Cause if he can't sink his teeth into the muscle of Hanbin's thigh for the sake of their jobs, he'll do it with words. “Yoo Sungeon.” His chest burns as he chokes out the name.
“Wrong,” Hanbin’s answer is swift, as is his punishment for Keita. Swiping his dick, messy with spit and precum, across his cheek. Not mean, just annoyingly persistent in the face of imperfection. Just Hanbin being Hanbin. “Try again.”
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“So... what is it like to have a diploma?”
“Don't know. Same old,” said Chan, looking at him intently. Stroking his cock over the soft but thick sweatpants. “What is it like to shag someone with a diploma?”Bookmarked by violetpeche
02 Sep 2024
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The position allowed him to kiss Minho thoroughly, the way he deserved to be kissed. Chan could sprawl over him and cover him from head to toe, encompass him totally, which still sent him into a daze sometimes. He lived for it. Minho's petite build and bony hips and narrow waist underneath him. His slightly higher-pitched voice, boyish where Chan's resonated in a warm baritone and tore into throaty groans during sex.
All those little differences between them and their bodies confirmed to Chan there were many ways to be a man.
It was one of the reasons he still liked wearing lovely lingerie and being called babydoll. Because of the contrast between who he used to be and who he'd become. Because of how Minho saw him now, and then too.
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A business arrangement. That's what they'd agreed to call it.
As a doctor, Minho knew that ignoring Chan's diagnosis was a surefire way to complicate his disease, to play with his life.
So, when Chan had brought up proposing to his partner for their insurance, and when he’d come back with a clear ‘no’, Minho couldn’t just let him walk out of the hospital without a plan.
That’s how they’d ended up at the courthouse with a witness and no rings, just a signature and a handshake to seal the deal.
A business arrangement. That's all it is.
or: minho and chan get married, but only for practical reasons. at least, that's what minho tells himself.
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29 Aug 2024
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“You’re not my patient.”
“I’m not,” Chan smiles. “And you’re here anyway.”
Minho rolls his eyes. “I’ll let you live off jello then.”
“You wouldn’t,” Chan says simply, eyes shining as he puts the spoon in his mouth. Minho follows, not able to deny that fact, even if Chan was joking.
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“So it’s good?” Jeongin asks.
Minho stands up and he frowns, chides, “I didn’t say that.”
Scoffing, Jeongin turns away again.
“So it’s not good, then?”
Minho deliberates before he speaks, choosing his words with care and precision. Not like Jeongin, who blurts out whatever is on his mind even before he knows he’s thinking it.
His breath tickles Jeongin’s ear when he says, “it’s not bad. It can be better.”
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25 Aug 2024
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“You want it to feel real?” Minho repeats his words from earlier. “You have to need it.”