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He will forever remember this. He will forever remember Chan, in this moment.
Beautiful, doe-eyed Chan, sitting politely on the couch next to him, careful in the way he’s stopping their knees from knocking against each other. Always meticulous in the way he moves and acts around Wonwoo, always careful under the watchful eyes of others.
Wonwoo can only notice it because Chan is all he looks at.
Wonwoo, Chan, and the convoluted feelings that linger like the bitter taste of alcohol, five years apart.
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"Was he rude?" Wonwoo asks, his eyebrows drawn together.
"No, he was nice. Charming. Handsome, too." Chan assures, turning his body to Wonwoo. His eyes zero in on Wonwoo's pointedly. "He was a really bad fuck, though."
"Oh." he exclaims in reply, lamely.
"Oh." Chan parrots mockingly, lips curled into an amused smile.
Chan thinks he knows things. Who can fuck, who can't. He's proven wrong on two separate occasions in one night, but ultimately finds that he doesn't care for being in the right if he's settled in a quivering Wonwoo's lap.
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No words. Jeon Wonwoo is a national treasure. I don’t even know what I agreed on getting tattooed, I just know he chuckled when I told him I’m scared it’ll hurt and put his hand over mine and told me he’ll try to be gentle. It was so hot. I think I blacked out after that. Ten out of ten experience. Thank you Minghao-hyung for recommending this studio, I owe you my life.Seungkwan lets out a low whistle, impressed by the impact Wonwoo has on people, and also, equally impressed by the social reach Minghao has. More than half of these reviews thank him for his generosity, like he’s some sort of tattooed matchmaking fairy godmother.
He nudges Chan, about to throw a joke his way until he stops in his tracks when he realizes Chan is already staring at him with an overly serious look on his face.
“Chan,” Seungkwan starts calmly, a bit frightened, “What is going on?”
“You need to get that tattoo, Seungkwan.”
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“My poor Wonwoo-hyung. Only fucks his cute maknae once a week. Woe is me.”
Wonwoo perks up suddenly, and mutters into the lovely blooms of red and purple marring Chan’s throat. “Well, we haven’t fucked this week yet.”
Chan startles, and takes a moment to think about it. It’s kind of a valid point, actually.
They fucked six days ago, which is technically seven if he consults different timezones, which means that, ultimately, Wonwoo is right. He’s kind of wet anyway, since Wonwoo already riled him up enough, so he might as well lay back and let him finish what he started.
Chan and Wonwoo have an arrangement of sorts, established for the better good of humanity. It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that they like each other.
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Jeonghan forces Hansol to lower himself back down slowly, the heel of his pretty pink boot digging into the muscle of Hansol's bare shoulder painfully.
He doesn’t say anything as Hansol’s back hits the hard ground again, that exact place on the pavement slowly starting to feel like home. Jeonghan hmph’s sharply, equal amounts of pleased and amused by his easy acquiescence.
“I’m Hansol.” he says lamely, breathless again, trying not to sound as excited as he feels.
“I don’t care.”
When Löded Diper's drummer, Chwe Hansol, and resident university mean girl, Yoon Jeonghan, meet, sparks fly. Well, more accurately, papers do. But it's all the same in Hansol's head.