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An Ancient God awakes from his deep slumber due to a tantalising scent.
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05 Jul 2026
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i could bath myself on this fic all day all year
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There's this pretty customer who shows up every weekend after midnight and Joshua is so in love.
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Jeonghan’s hands braced on the dresser. His eyes stayed on the reflection even as Joshua pressed his chest flush against his back.
“You’re wet,” Joshua muttered.
“Good thing you noticed.”
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04 Jul 2026
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Joshua bent to mouth at his neck, teeth grazing the skin. “Gonna keep touching you until you’re showing.”
bless hongyoon's writers. always wrote it perfectly, wonderfully, beautifully. gosh and this was so, so beautifully dreamy. so soft so sweet so perfect. the dynamic, the characterization, the smut, everything, everything that happened here. the mirror, did i mention the dynamic? the dynamic. so perfect. abo hongyoon is always a perfection. and a pregnant sex... let me cry harder.
writing like a poetic beautiful dream. what a dream. i wish to read more, i wish to read this forever.
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Getting adopted by Choi Seungcheol, Joshua thought he only had to babysit his son.
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A future chained to a stranger.
He didn’t even lift his head when he reached the altar, his gaze fixed on the floor like it held answers to the mess his life had become.
Only when the officiant spoke, prompting them to exchange vows, did Joshua finally glance up.
And then the air was sucked right out of his lungs.
Standing in front of him with calmness, sharp-suited, unreadable was Yoon Jeonghan.
His knees nearly buckled.
No. This couldn’t be real.
His father had described the man he’d be marrying as a powerful business tycoon—wealthy, politically connected, ruthless in boardrooms. Not… him.
Not the same Jeonghan who wore round glasses too big for his face, who sat in the back of every class scribbling in notebooks, who rotated between the same two hoodies for most of high school. Not the Jeonghan who had no friends, no voice, who walked like he was afraid to exist.
Not the Jeonghan Joshua used to bully.