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Sohee is so lost in thought about Anton’s hands that it takes him a moment to realize that Anton has started playing on the other side of the wall. The sound drifts through to him, low and muted, like Anton’s voice when he would say goodnight to Sohee when they shared a room. Whether it was from separate beds or spoken directly into his ear in a way that made a shiver rock down Sohee’s spine, it always sounds the same.
Sohee closes his eyes, focusing his attention on the sound of Anton playing guitar right next door.
or: Sohee can't stop thinking about his boyfriend's hands.
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06 Mar 2026
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“You know what,” Sohee says, palms slightly sweaty in his pockets. “Um… we probably shouldn’t do this.”
Anton, very calmly, turns to face him. “Do what?”
Sohee waves a vague hand between them. “This. The- uhh. The part where you come upstairs and… we ruin everything.”
“Ruin everything?” Anton's smile is small, sincere, and way too cute for the conversation they’re having. “I wasn’t going to assume anything.”
Or, Sohee has 5 hook-up rules; Anton breaks all of them.
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He blames his rut when he comes all over his chest, to the thought of Yudai arching against his bed, clawing at Fuma’s broad back and leaving phantom scars in his wake. Fuma can still feel the burn even three days later, when he’s over the worst of it, from where Yudai’s hands never were. His attempts to wash away the sticky shame from his skin with boiling water so hot it leaves him raw and red, don’t work. It lingers, staining like red wine against white fabric.
(When the same thing happens during his next rut, and then again, again and again, he gives up trying. Let’s himself desire something he’ll never have, burying it until it’s of sight, hidden in the crevices of things that will never be.)
Or: Fuma longs for things that don't belong to him. Yudai would argue he was always Fuma’s, a celestial certainty written into the stars.
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21 Feb 2026
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"I'm not sad," Mingi mumbles. "I'm just not pretty."
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Mingi trails off, nausea rising in his stomach at the sympathetic look on Wooyoung’s face.
He got this so fucking wrong.