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It’s desperation that drives Felix to place himself at the mercy of someone he has no right to expect kindness from. Six months on the street with his funds running low, if one of his father’s men doesn’t kill him then the oncoming winter will. Going to Chan is a decided risk, he might put a bullet in Felix's skull instead of taking on the job he's offering, but— well. At least that death will be quick.
But Chan doesn’t kill him. He gives Felix shelter, gives him a home. And Felix finds himself in way too deep with a man who doesn’t even fully know who he’s falling for.
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- Part 1 of the blood on your lies
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Bookmarked by bowerbirdy
23 Jun 2026
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absolutely consumed me for a whole week holy shit
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"Are you religious?" Yunho asks, a nervous smile twitching at her lips. Sure, that's common ground. To her left, she hears Wooyoung snort. San's lips part in confusion before she glances down to where Yunho's eyes are still focused on her chest.
"Oh… no I'm not, sorry." San gives her a sheepish smile.
"But she sure knows how to get on her knees." Wooyoung barks out a laugh.
San's face burns bright red at the comment. It takes Yunho a second for the comment to register. She may not have any experience herself, but she did grow up in public school, and no one cared to spare her despite her religion.
"Not religious, but she could make you see god." Wooyoung continues with a nasty smirk.
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“Oh, you want to fight?” Chan cooed.
It was cute, Chan thought. Minho was cute.
The bedroom was hot. A sticky sweat-sex stench clung to his skin and the air. He wasn't sure how long they'd been at it, but his hands slid across Minho's hips, a smooth glide despite how tightly Chan was clutching him, ten little white points of pressure visible against Minho's warm tan skin.
“We can fight, honey.”
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“There we go,” Changbin said.
Seungmin raised an eyebrow. “What?”
He smiled widely. “You’re cuter when you’re not trying to bite.”
A flush spread across his cheeks. Cute? What the fuck?
“Fuck—fuck off.”
“Like a puppy without training.”
He was lost for words, completely embarrassed, not even knowing what to say. Was he calling him a dog? What an asshole.
or Seungmin is intrigued by the smart guy on the wrestling team
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Hyunjin tries out a new technique to help soothe his anxiety.
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- Part 2 of Creative Coping Mechanisms
Bookmarked by bowerbirdy
09 May 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
this is so dumb and precious and weirdly hot