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Jeno never expected his own delusions and intuitions would take him so far.
Bookmarked by sylsunflower
16 Jul 2026
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this was the most adorable and gentlest way to convey love i felt all the giddiness and sweetness radiating from the screen
Incredible i'll require 14 of them immediately
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They don’t take what the other says during their cycles to heart. Too many hormone-addled thoughts, hardly ever something they would voice out loud during normal circumstances, so Donghyuck just closes his eyes and does exactly that: he takes it.
But he keeps thinking about it.
Bookmarked by sylsunflower
18 Jun 2026
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10/10 no notes. Gotta love some healthy communication.
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Jeno has never been good with words. He’s tried, so many times, to be able to convey his heart well, and it’s always a half-assed, stuttery mess that sometimes gets him in even worse situations. But when words lack, his body has always been there for him, strong and steady. It’s a flaw that he’s made up for by making sure to be there, exactly where he is needed.
(they're all coping in the best ways they know.)
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20 May 2026
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Na Jaemin has been a fan of Haechan from the day he debuted with NCT 127 in 2016. Nine years of admiration and loyalty later, his idol is finally stepping on stage alone by releasing a solo album. This is something Jaemin has been waiting for since he first fell in love with his voice.
Jaemin as always resisted the consumer-driven capitalist culture in K-Pop — save for a concert or two. But for Haechan, that principle begins to crack. This isn't just any other comeback. This time, he needs to see Haechan, to experience him when on his own under the spotlight.
tl;dr: Recently debuted solo artist Haechan wants to get railed, so he seeks out an attractive fan and lets him live out his biggest Y/N fantasy.
Bookmarked by sylsunflower
04 May 2026
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“I just wanted to talk to you,” he offers. “About today.”
“Mm-hm?” Jaemin asks, so cavalierly that it sets Donghyuck off even more. The nerve of this fucker.
“It got really close there for a minute, didn’t it?” Donghyuck feigns innocence and steps closer, in range of Jaemin’s face if he wanted to lean down for it. “You almost...”
Jaemin dips his head slightly. His hair falls into his eyes, and his smile, his mouth, oh, god, that mouth is just begging to be kissed. The most excruciating thing about this is that there’s no way for Donghyuck to tell whether Jaemin is having the same reaction as him—if anything is actually different this time. This might just be Jaemin’s business as usual: some verbal fencing, dancing around each other, teasing themselves and their friends and their fans, getting close and then parting again. Maybe it’s not special at all. Maybe it’s only Donghyuck whose stomach is coiling like a python, wrapping around itself tighter and tighter until it feels like he’ll suffocate on his own breath. But—
“I know,” Jaemin says softly. “I did.”