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When Hongjoong gets stuck in an elevator with his hot coworker, his only wish is that he had thought to bring a water bottle.
[bhjw day 4 — wet 'n messy]
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15 Feb 2026
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Yunho may not be a stalker, or a serial killer, or a secret pervert, but he’s something far, far worse.
He’s hot— And he fucking knows it.
Or; How is Mingi supposed to hold himself back when he finally notices the true colors hiding behind his new roommate’s friendly, innocent exterior? Spoiler alert: He doesn't.
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15 Feb 2026
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The newest hyper fixation seemed to be bats. Over the weekend the couple had watched a documentary, and Jisung hadn’t been able to shut up about them since. It was cute. But not what Minho was expecting them to talk about when the rapper finally lowered himself onto the dancer’s hard cock.
There were other, better, ways to help the man focus. To free him from the jumbled mess his beautiful mind could become when he had too much on his plate, or was merely unable to sort out his thoughts on his own. Jisung was a brilliant man. Talented in ways Minho couldn’t comprehend. And, sure, having him bounce in his lap while rambling about his newest fixation was probably a terrible coping mechanism, but if bat facts were the way to bring the man he loved peace of mind, then he would happily listen to them for the rest of their lives.
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Unable to unravel the jumbled mess of thoughts in his head, Jisung does the one thing he can always count on to clear his mind: Ramble endlesslessly while riding Minho’s thick thighs
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Seonghwa might die for Hongjoong today.
It won’t be the first time he has died, and it won’t be the last. He can live with that.
There are a lot of things that Seonghwa can live with, or so he’s discovered ever since he signed this contract. He can live with blood on his hands; he can live with the uncertainty of whether that blood is innocent.
He only cannot live without Hongjoong.
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"Ah, yes. Prince San. Now he threatens us with a charge of treason." Wooyoung brought a dagger and dug it into San's neck, just below the jut of his jaw. "Whatever will become of us now, Yunho?”
San had a suspicion he wanted more than just a dagger digging into him.
"Oi, Wooyoung. He's sweating bullets. It's like you in church."
“Well, fuck me," said Wooyoung, sheathing his dagger. "What did we give him?”
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A grave misunderstanding, two idiots, and a prince who gets more than he bargained for.Bookmarked by OldRabbitNewTicks
11 Feb 2026