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- SEVENTEEN (Band) (1)
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Jun and Hao are vigilantes on different teams within the same city. Both teams get pulled into a major plot and they have to learn to trust each other.
(or seventeen as vigilantes with superpowers)
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All Junhui wants is one chance with Minghao. He's finally getting it.
Now there really is a wet spot, cum staining the fabric, because he’s twenty-fucking-five and he just came in his pants. He just got himself off on Minghao’s thigh on their first date. He wants to lay down in the street and die about it.
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13 Jan 2026
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Joshua considers weeping. He considers calling his mom and moving back to America.
He considers how, last night, deep in the zone, hardly aware of what his hands were doing, he crafted three little clay dragons and set them in the kiln.
Now here you are, he thinks, and something like awe cracks open his chest.
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29 Aug 2025
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Seungcheol typically doesn't form relationships when he's travelling on business. (But then again, most people aren't Joshua Hong.)
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30 May 2025
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“I’m so sorry,” Joshua says, rolling himself up into a sitting position. His limbs still feel heavy and slow, following his brain’s directions half a second behind the beat. The muscles in his shoulders feel stretched out, unknotted. Languid. It’s the unfamiliar feeling of having slept for as long as your body needs to sleep. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
Joshua cannot sleep, unless he's in Minghao's bed. It's kind of ruining his life.
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01 May 2025
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“Any topics you want to learn to talk about in particular?” his tutor, Madam Liu, asks.
“Music?” Mingyu tries. “And art. And, uh. Feelings?”
There’s a beat of silence. “Feelings,” Madam Liu repeats, slowly, clearly unimpressed.
“I mean—not, like, deep feelings,” Mingyu rushes to explain. “Just stuff like, ‘You did a good job’ or ‘Your outfit is cool today’ or ‘Hey, I really like your face and also possibly your soul, but in a chill, friendly way.’ You know?”
Madam Liu blinks at him. “So… compliments. Emotional nuance. Casual admiration of someone’s face and… soul.”
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Or: Mingyu starts learning Mandarin to tell Minghao he likes his face. He ends up understanding a lot more than that.
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08 Apr 2025