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And, now that there’s at least a miniscule amount of distance between them, he realizes how inexplicably tangled they’d become. Their legs are all but fused together, each one bare from the foot to the mid-thigh, and Yunho’s right arm seems to be trapped beneath one that isn’t his, dragged over the taper of a waist and held firm to a beating chest.
He can only stare while the color bleeds into his face with so much intensity that it burns with the start of a blush, lighting up in the balls of his cheeks and spreading like wildfire into the tips of his ears.
He got into bed with Jung Wooyoung.
He got into bed with Jung Wooyoung.
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“Well.” Wooyoung tightens his grip around the chopsticks propped between his fingers and stabs them at the freshly grilled samgyeopsal on his plate. “This is the part where you ask me if I’m crazy and tell me that disaster is about to strike and that you’ll be armed and ready with an I told you so after the world crashes and burns around us.”
Mingi rolls his eyes, bemused. “If you wanted that, you would’ve gone to Hongjoong first.” His gaze then drops with mild concern, tracking where Wooyoung is taking his stress out on his food by hastily splitting pieces of it away from the mainland. “Besides, this won't be the craziest thing you’ve ever done.”
Wooyoung’s eyes dart upwards and his fingers skid to a stop. “What is, then?”
Mingi’s lips give a slight twitch at the corners. “Dumping Yunho.”
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“I didn’t call you to hear about how bad of an idea this is,” Wooyoung grumbles, words muffled behind his hands. “I already know it’s a fucking bad idea. The worst, even.”
“Then why the hell are you doing it?” comes the question Wooyoung has been asking himself since San left his apartment that morning, this time projected from his phone’s speaker instead of knocking around pinball-style within the privacy of his skull.
“Because, Hongjoong, I’m whipped beyond all worldly measurements, if you happened to miss the memo,” he snaps. “Because Choi San could ask me to clean a dirty car with my current toothbrush and all I’d ask is which soap I should use. I’d even hit the interior, give it a good carpet scrub.”
San asks Wooyoung to be his boyfriend for the night. Wooyoung is as elated as he is irrevocably doomed.
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Yeosang implores, "Is telling the truth an option? Like, hey, Wooyoung, I've had a pretty humiliating crush on you for as long as anyone can remember and have been subjecting all of our friends to the troubles and turmoils of circumventing my feelings for years and hearing someone finger-bang you the other day made matters significantly worse? And maybe we should talk about it?"
Mingi stuffs a piece of fried tofu in his mouth and chews with a tensed jaw, eyes narrowing. "No."
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"Thanks to your genius idea," Wooyoung continues hotly, flying past the front counter to jab his finger into the time clock machine at the mouth of the adjacent hallway, "Yunho thinks I want to date him."
Mingi breathes out a low whistle, letting the pages of the magazine in his hands flutter shut. "Then you should be thanking me for getting you a hot boyfriend," he suggests, smiling in the wake of Wooyoung's fury.
"He's not my fucking boyfriend," Wooyoung seethes, punching buttons on the cash register until the door pops open.
"I said hot boyfriend," comes the breezy response, "and I'm only hearing half of a denial."
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It was always like this — every summer with its own distinct yet familiar flavour.
The smell of fresh green leaves.
The feeling of floating in the air like a helium balloon after exams.
The rush of heartbeats and the sound of fast breaths as they ran.
Yunho’s soft hand tightly holding Wooyoung’s, so firm in its grip that Wooyoung never had to second-guess anything.
Yunho’s gentle, loving smile, that lit up his whole face—
directed right at Wooyoung.
It's summer.
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When Yunho found the ratty black journal on the floor of the back seat of his car, he had only opened it to see if it said inside who it belonged to so he could give it back.
The inside cover had just said 'things I can never tell you.' scratched deep in black ballpoint.
'I was going to kill myself the day I met you. '
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01 May 2026
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'I think I hate you, Jung Wooyoung.
... I'm losing my mind, and it's your fault. I can't be the sort of man you make me. I'm not.
I don't even know what the point of writing this letter is. I just can't bear it alone anymore.''Dearest stalker,
Sorry I am living in your head rent free. It's an unfortunate side-effect of being sexy and talented.'
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San learns how to play Valorant in order to soothe the crush he has on his roommate.
Unfortunately, Jeong Yunho has other plans for him.
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Wooyoung focuses in on the words. i need to get him pregnant, the caption reads.
He blinks. Reads it again. i need to get him pregnant. The words haven’t changed.
In which Wooyoung discovers that his fans want him pregnant, and he makes it entirely Yunho’s problem. (Or, alternatively: Wooyoung and Yunho fuck raw for the first time.)
Bookmarked by yuyomi
07 Jan 2026
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this characterization. this writing. i've died and gone to heaven