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Donghyuck and Jaemin are in a band. It sucks. They hate each other.
There's only so many places they can go from there.
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14 Mar 2026
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OH MY GOD
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Donghyuck has a predicament. It's quite a simple one, really. His friends don't believe he's an omega.
And Donghyuck being Donghyuck has to prove it to them in the pettiest way possible.
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13 Mar 2026
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oh my god they are idiots 😭 but they are HYUCK'S IDIOTS 😭 MY IDIOTS 😭 I love them
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Donghyuck always gives his manager a headache and he almost feels sorry. Almost.
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13 Mar 2026
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omg give doyoung a raise 😭
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They’ve talked about this before. He’s managed to evade them since then. But Donghyuck takes a deep breath in, wills himself to relax, then speaks. “I just feel that if we decide to go to those sorts of haunted, or supernatural locations, it’s like we’re asking to get possessed. Or cursed. Or something worse. Have you guys even seen The Conjuring, or the twenty following films? Who knows what’ll happen if we go messing with freak shit. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
Jaemin, who has not bothered to be a part of their conversation before because he has more of a show up on the day sort of attitude towards their YouTube channel, clucks his tongue from the other side of their shared couch. “Wait a minute,” he drawls, a sickeningly sweet smile taking over his pretty features. “Is our little Duckie scared of ghosts?”
(Ghosts are pretty high up on Donghyuck’s list of fears. Jaemin just so happens to be higher.)
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Jaemin imagines himself inside of him. The skirt comes down mid-thigh. Reveals a litter of scars—fleshy, protruded, translucent like ice—above his knees, and Jaemin wonders how they would feel under his fingertips. Lace wraps around his biceps. Jaemin grinds his molars. Such a masculine area made so delicate. God, he wants to touch. But the others are watching.
or, Haechan loses a bet and has to wear a maid costume. Jaemin goes a little crazy over it.