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A blood oath. It was Sana’s idea, like most things are. She suggested it one night, shyly, lying on Dahyun’s bed, her hair falling over the edge like a black waterfall. Dahyun couldn’t think of anyone she’d rather be bound to forever, and Sana’s arms around her when she agreed, Sana’s laughter against her neck, felt like everything she could ever want. That feeling hasn’t changed.
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Dahyun and Sana visit an old graveyard at night and make an eternal promise.
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hold me tight, it's getting cold by savetomorrow for Lexie (wakeupnew)
Fandoms: Sungkyunkwan Scandal
18 Dec 2018
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“You’re thinking,” Yongha says, his voice softer now. “How bad is it this year?”
Jaeshin shrugs. He’s always been quiet – bad at voicing his thoughts, better at pouring his anger into street fights or downing his frustration with a bottle of soju – but this is Yongha. Goo Yongha, standing in his doorway, looking at him, dressed in a ridiculous faux fur coat and a lumpy scarf that has to be at least three metres long. “Pretty bad. I didn’t sleep.”
or, in which Jaeshin's Christmas comes with two constants; the memory of the coldest day of his life, and Yongha. Always, always Yongha.
(Please see the tags before reading. This is not as dark as the tags make it sound, but still. Stay safe, beautifuls.)
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we are what we are (but we don't have to be) by savetomorrow for slipshod
Fandoms: 발칙하게 고고 | Sassy Go Go (TV)
25 Dec 2017
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Hajoon’s world ends when he least expects it.
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“What did you do to have Jiung abandon you?” Taeyang teased as he sat down on the opposite side of the booth.
Keeho leisurely leaned against his hand, immediately feeling more at ease when Taeyang was within reach. “He couldn’t handle my insightful commentary on the musical choices in this bar.”
“Really? With the way you were staring at me, I would’ve guessed something else.”
What he and Taeyang were doing was just fun, Keeho told himself.
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12 Jun 2026
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He heard the piano the way he heard everything he did. Hand Seungmin a rough mix and one listen would tell him all he needed to work on for the next hour. That was his ear. So he heard, like a personal insult, his own left hand laying the arpeggios down like a thumping bass line, when the whole point was that they were simply the water the melody floated on, not a Bellagio fountain. Meanwhile, the triplets in his right hand landed like the drum beats Gunil used to count the members in. Seungmin shook his head, imagining Debussy in shock. He’d turned old Claude’s arabesque into a rock concert.
or: Seungmin is trying to play Debussy's Arabesque No. 1, but he can't quite get it right.
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“I mean… Keeho…” Taeyang laughs, shooting Keeho a look.
He blinks. “What?”
Taeyang tips his chin down, brows pulling together in an almost patronizing manner. “It’s not going to be rocket science to outperform your exes. You have horrible taste in men.”
Keeho goes to argue, but quickly realizes that there isn’t much to say. Taeyang is right. “Whatever,” Keeho huffs, cheeks burning. He’ll blame the wind.
(OR: Keeho bribes his best friend to pretend to be his boyfriend for a night.)
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16 May 2026
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When Euijoo shyly confessed that he wanted to try bottoming, Nicholas had been excited. In his stupor, however, he’d forgotten exactly how one-track minded Euijoo could get the moment he wanted something.
Euijoo and Nicholas face a problem in the bedroom. Their lesbian friends offer a helping hand, and then some.
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17 Apr 2026
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Three years of street racing. Three years of flirting disguised as insults. Three years of Kimi telling himself he hates the rival driver who never takes off his helmet—the one with the infuriatingly attractive voice and the terrible fashion sense.
When Oliver “Eighty-Seven” finally shows his face after a race in neon-lit Tokyo, Kimi discovers the things: his rival is annoyingly handsome, and his carefully maintained “hatred” is crumbling faster that his lap times.
Or: Two idiot rivals race cars, exchange verbal fire, and slowly realise they’ve been flirting with each other for three straight years while their long-suffering managers place bets.
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13 Apr 2026