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  1. Public Bookmark 30

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    It's supposed to be pretty privilege right? So why does Zanka feel more like the opposite?

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    24 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 80

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    “Sieun-ah,” Suho’s voice quivered, and Sieun pursed his lips; he couldn’t look up.

    “Sieun-ah…” He repeated, voice a little more desperate as he dragged on the last syllable. “Look at me, please.”

    He could never deny Suho, and that would kill him one day, he knows it.

    So he did, he locked eyes with him for the second time that night, and his heart broke.

    Suho was crying, and silent tears rolled down his face. Sieun wanted nothing more than to wipe them away, reassure him everything was fine, but it wasn't, it never will be, because he was broken, and no amount of love can fix that.

    Sieun hurt everyone he came in contact with, he made Suho cry, he made him cry, Suho.

    He knew if he moved the dam would break, but he needed to comfort Suho, Suho needed help. He hurt him now, he needs to fix it.

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    The consequences of his parents' neglect are obvious if you look hard enough, and Suho doesn't mind putting in the extra work to make sure Sieun will be okay.

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    24 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 16

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    “I—can ya hear me, dude?” Zanka surely wasn't enough of an asshole to ogle the guy and not notice he was hard of hearing, right? Fuck, how long has Zanka been talking at him? Did he remember any of his sign language? ”Fuck, what—”

    “Fuck!?” The guy's eyes pop open wide, limbs flailing around like a fish out of water. Horror creeps up Zanka's face in a wave of pink heat. “Man, the hell, this ain't that kinda place—!”

    “That's not what I—!” Zanka tries to defend himself, frantically.

    “Or at least, not at this time! Whoring hours start at eleven p.m., got it?” The guy suddenly settled, back to his cheery, easygoing self. “Ten on weekends!”

    Zanka stares, out of breath and a great amount of his already limited supply of fucks. 

    “...ya were fuckin' with me on purpose.”

    Or,
    Zanka Nijiku, the weirdest day of his life, and the weirdest guy he has ever met. And also maybe love. But defnitely violence.

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    20 Jun 2026

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    Worthless, meaningless, a waste of space. That is what he is and always will be. Until the day he dies.

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    13 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 95

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    Zanka blinks slowly. His brow furrows and his voice comes out angry when he asks, “Ya mean that?”

    …“What?”

    “I said, do you mean that?” Zanka slowly lowers Assistaff and stands up straight. His face is guarded and Jabber….

    Jabber is beyond confused.

    “Do I mean what?”

     

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    Jabber is a man of desires, and Zanka, above all else, is what he desires most.

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    12 Jun 2026