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There was nothing else in existence except the taught string of anguish and yearning tied around each of their middles tight enough to strangle, to choke. There was no wind, no sound. There was no pavement, no foliage, no life except their own, and even their souls were on the way to exiting out of their vessels, suspended in the air between them—just two carcasses gazing at each other's exposed flesh, at each other's gaping wounds and potent vulnerability. Rumi bled out in front of Jinu, and Jinu sniffed the air as if he could taste the heartache and enjoyed it. Relished in it, savoured it, craved it.
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Or in which Jinu will go to any lengths necessary to convince Rumi he is not worth saving.
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"You're mine," He rasped, mouth wide open against her own, breathing her in, devouring her. Rumi could only whine her response. "You're mine. Even if I don't deserve you. Even if I haven't earned it."
"You have," She rasped, "You have."
"I don't care," He hissed, forcing his hips against her, rubbing and grinding and searing her with a heat so potent she was certain he'd set her alight with just his touch, "I don't care. I'm taking it all regardless. You make me so greedy, Rumi. Look at what you've done to me—"
"Jinu..."
"You can feel it, can't you?" His laughter was wicked. Cruel. "You can feel what I'm going to do to you. Feel how I'm going to split you in fucking half—"
"Please," She whined, a sound pried from her and rife with an ache only he could soothe, "Please. I feel like I'm—"
"Dying?" His fangs pierced her flesh, his words rumbling through her, "How does it feel, Rumi? Knowing you have no choice, you've given me no choice. You asked for this, begged for it."
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In which Jinu makes Rumi pay for using his best friend to get him jealous. And she begs for it.
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San and Wooyoung and Wooyoung and San, across different universes.
Includes works originally written for Kinktober 2021.
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02 Sep 2025
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Because Choi San isn’t just beautiful. He’s a walking stereotype. The kind of guy always flanked by a pack of girls, basketball jersey hanging off his shoulders, baggy pants sitting low like some sad attempt at effortless cool. Daddy’s money draped across his life in the form of flashy cars, designer sneakers, and probably even the smug little curve of his smile.
And, of course, the moment Wooyoung’s coming out became public knowledge, San took it upon himself—as if the cliché demanded it—to make Wooyoung’s life nothing short of a living hell. A snide comment too loud in the hallway, sharp little jokes tossed casually at his expense, glares that quickly turn into the laughter of his friends.
Wooyoung doesn’t know what he hates more: the flawless perfection San seems to carry so effortlessly, or the fact that, every single time he walks into a room, Wooyoung can’t actually pretend that he doesn’t exist to him.or, wooyoung is openly gay and san is repressed and aggressive, who also struggles with obsession and guilt.
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28 Aug 2025
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Wooyoung arrives on the planet Sovra with a message, a mission, and strict orders not to offend anyone. As the son of a dying diplomat, he's not here to cause problems, just to stand in, smile prettily, and get back home before it's too late.
But Sovra is a world built on power, ceremony, and control. One wrong gesture can shift everything. And when Wooyoung makes a mistake in front of the Crowned Verna, it isn't brushed off.
It's seen.
Recognized.
Accepted.
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"ꪑꪮꪊ ꪜꫀꪶꪶꫀ᥇'ꪮꪀꪖ, ꪗꪮꪊ ꪻꫝꪮꪗ ꪜꪖꫀꪶ' ꫝꪻ ꪜꫀꪀꪗ ꪑꪊꪶ ꪀꪖ'ꫀꪗꪊ..."
(My beautiful one, your body knew me better than I ever could have earned.)Bookmarked by RUlNMYSELF
18 Aug 2025
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In a city where whispers carry more weight than royal decrees, Lord Choi San stands at the gilded center of high society. Perfect posture, perfect name. When a series of anonymous columns begin to unravel the delicate threads of the noble elite, his carefully manicured life starts to fray.
The author, a mystery known only by pen name, soft-spoken in signature, razor-sharp in truth. Behind the ink lies Wooyoung, co-owner of the city's most discreet brothel, collector of secrets, and the most dangerous voice no one can name.
To be spoken of is a risk.
To fall in love with scandal itself?Utterly ruinous.
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18 Aug 2025
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“Are you kidding me? I’m not betting my fucking car,” Mingi growled, jutting his chin out ever so slightly so he could meet Yunho’s mocking gaze head on.
“What’s the matter, Song, scared you’d lose like you always do?”
“We aren’t all made of money, pretty boy. My car is my baby. I’d sooner bet my own body than my fucking car.”
The other racer’s eyes darkened as they continued to glare at each other, that stupidly perfect smile gracing the older man’s lips as he said, “That works too.”
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