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The camera is back, pointed right at them, capturing every feather-light brush of San’s lips against Seonghwa’s neck.
“Wooyo, y-you’re seriously filming again?” Seonghwa’s voice is strained as he meets the gleaming lens’ gaze. “Don’t you have enough material for your vlog by now?”
Wooyoung shrugs, watching them through the viewfinder with a wide grin. “Really, hyung? You think this is still for O.S.O.S.?”
(or: Wooyoung and Seonghwa have fun ruining San together.)
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03 Jan 2026
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Hongjoong has monsters on the brain and Yunho might just be the one he's always dreamed about.
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31 Dec 2025
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"There was something I wanted to ask you.” Wooyoung comes to stand directly in front of him. There’s enough of a height difference between them that he has to tip his head up to look Mingi in the eye, and Mingi swallows hard and tries to keep his mind from spiralling too far down an inappropriate line of thought.
It doesn’t work, but he manages to keep his shit together long enough to say, “Yeah?” He tries to make the word sound unaffected, even as his throat dries up and his mind helpfully supplies him with the image of his hands wrapped around Wooyoung’s narrow waist.
Wooyoung grins, bright and sharp as a razor blade, and nods. “Yeah.” He steps even closer, until the tip of his boot brushes against Mingi’s and the antlers on his headband threaten to take out one of Mingi’s eyes. “Is it true that you have a big dick?”
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26 Dec 2025
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In all of Wooyoung's childhood dreams, his life never ended up like this. Maybe he was foolish to have them at all, but where he is now would be hard for any child to imagine.
And yet, here is where he has found himself.
But that is how this world works. You adapt to survive, or you get thrown to the wayside to rot.
(in which wooyoung, unbearably lonely and just trying not to die in his harsh, cruel reality, stumbles across a way to live, and maybe, just maybe, becomes not quite so alone)
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Hongjoong wonders how the frame suits him. If the golden light of the chandelier spills over his back just right, pooling in the curves of his arched spine, if the shadows in his face are obscured or drawn out, half-lit with dappled highlights or fully exposed, his weaknesses and strengths presented as one. If Wooyoung has painted him a tragic figure, a hero doomed to his own hubris, or as an untouchable deity, chained to the earth for but the briefest of moments. If it matters, when every move Wooyoung has made, every cord he has lain over Hongjoong's body, has been placed with only the utmost affection. If anything but the most spectacular beauty could come from the work of Wooyoung's love.
Hongjoong doesn't like admitting when he craves. Wooyoung helps, though. He knows just how to break Hongjoong's stubbornness apart. How to make him feel seen.