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“Maybe you need a personal destress toy.”
A startled laugh comes out of Chan’s mouth before he can stop it. “What do you even mean?” he asks, ears heating up at the mortifying prospect that Hyunjin is going to say something about a fleshlight. Or worse. Chan’s mind runs rampant in an instant, wondering if it’ll be more embarrassing to lie and have Hyunjin see right through him immediately.
But Hyunjin just shrugs. “What? I have one.” Chan’s brow furrows, and he sips at the bottom of his drink — tries not to make a sucked-lemon face — just to have an excuse not to respond. Is Hyunjin really going to talk about his sex toys right now?
He doesn’t. Instead, he leans into Chan’s space. One elbow on the table and the other hand in his own lap, somehow dangerously close to Chan’s spread thighs. Hyunjin absently plucks the little umbrella out of an empty glass on the table and twirls it between his pretty fingers. “I suppose I could just share mine, right?” he says, somehow hushed in the loud club, like he’s sharing a secret.
“Jisung, I mean.”
Hyunjin offers to help Chan destress.
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have a taste by jislvt
“When I’m stressed, I play with my favorite toy. One that I take care of very well and that will never, ever break. A toy that lets me play with it however I like, because it just likes that it’s being played with. A toy I love very much,” he says pointedly, almost threateningly. “But my mom raised me well. I’m very good at sharing my toys.”
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“Jisung,” Chan tries again, keeping his voice low.
Jisung looks back at him then, his bloodshot eyes a little glassy, brow pinched.
“Felix is in heat,” he says.
“Uhm,” Chan offers. “Yeah.”
Felix unexpectedly goes into heat on the flight to Paris. Jisung follows.
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do not separate by postday
Chan is robbed of speech for a moment at the sight. For all the lyrics he writes and songs he produces, it will forever be impossible to put into words the weight of the bond between him and his boys. The bond between all of them. To call for help with the knowledge that someone will always come running. To have someone else be the voice to call or the legs to run when he cannot. His boys, his pack, his limbs.
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Haewon lifts their joined hands to her lips and presses a faint kiss to Lily’s mole. “If soulmates are real, I think you’re probably mine,” she says.
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featherfall by faewish
Haewon leans into Lily’s space where they sit on the living room floor, knocking her forehead against her shoulder like a cat.
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hold me close (give in a little) by serenaracha for ownership
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19 Mar 2026
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“You’re not gonna lose me,” Chan says, but Jisung's too drunk for this, and the thought just makes him feel sick and scared and he closes his eyes, unable to bear the discussion anymore.
“I love you,” is all he can say.
Or: Jisung and Chan have a fight. When Jisung drinks too much, Chan comes to drive him home, and Jisung drunkenly confesses some things, and promptly forgets them in the morning.
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hold me close (give in a little) by serenaracha
Sometimes, Jisung is scared that Chan would let Jisung hurt him over and over again and keep taking care of him anyway.
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The whistle from behind him is weak. Minho shouldn't dignify it with a response, but he can't help himself. He looks over his shoulder to see Jisung, propped up on the pillows, one arm behind his head and the comforter down around his hips. Lazy, cocky, eyelids sleep-heavy, posed like some kind of underwear ad. "Nice view," he says, lingering on Minho's ass.
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Like Kings by Baldaquin
There's going to be a mark later, the span of Minho's fingers etched in Jisung's neck. Another kind of ring. Minho wants to cover him with them, tattooed and bruised and collared.