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It’s the bio that kills Minho. If the tags “Daddy”, “goofy” and “Dom” weren’t enough, DaddyWolf’s also written some truly poetic flavortext for visitors to squeal over: “Let Daddy treat you nice :P 🐺🖤 Hahaha just want friends, fun 😉. Looking for a submissive babyboy… Just message, you don’t have to be shy around Daddy 😈.” Sheer artistry.
He clicks back. Looks at the message again. Thinks a little bit. Minho’s fingers hover over his keyboard: he doesn’t call men Daddy. That’s not how he rolls, or how he’s ever rolled. But….
Someone: how big is it
Ah. Minho blinks down at his fingers in shock, appalled with their vulgarity. Surely he hadn’t just typed that.
(Or: Chan's Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad rebound Grindr hookup.)
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At the time, all Hyunjin feels is a low, guilty nausea, but the remark isn’t one he quickly forgets. The embarrassment of being so late to present isn’t something that goes away, the knife turning when the smaller and younger omega in your pack takes such pity on your inexperience that he debilitates himself to make things easier for you.
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Jisung's patience with his restaurant's new Head Chef, Minho, and his domineering attitude toward everyone in the kitchen runs thin, and the two end up addressing their issues in a greatly unexpected and slightly unprofessional manner.
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- Part 1 of minsung kitchen shenanigans
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Bookmarked by Bm67
21 Oct 2022
Bookmarker's Notes
i read this once. a week or else i die from deprivation
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It’s not like Changbin wakes up with a plan every morning to stare at Seungmin’s mouth. It just… kind of happens.
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Chris feels dizzy, swaying. His thumb swipes the ridge of Felix’s hipbone without permission; he only knows it happens because he’s watching it, watching where his pale hand spans over Felix’s tiny waist. He adjusts his grip, and looks at Felix’s face. “You don’t want me.”
“I do, I promise I do.” Felix’s tongue darts out, slides across his bottom lip. It’s so red, so wet. He probably tastes so sweet. Chris is going to go insane if he stays in this room. “I promise.”
You said you didn’t, Chris wants to remind him, but he doesn’t. Whatever the pollen is doing to Felix is already cruel enough, he doesn’t need to add his own shit to it. “Let me get Changbin for you,” Chris pleads, control slipping as desperation creeps into his voice. “Please.”
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Flower pollen and a journey of truths.