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Sometimes, Changbin will look at Minho and remember the infinite number of boxes he hides himself in. Then, Minho will take his hand, and Changbin will think, Oh, there you are. I’ve found you.
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He leans in and watches the hunger in Felix's eyes grow when he sees the life-like flush of Minho's skin, the steady pulse of his veins, the blood of the human he had fed on not a few hours ago in the back of Chan's club. Felix's lips part slightly, and his fangs glint. Still, uncertainty flickers in him.
"I'm not fragile," Minho says. He wraps a warm hand around the back of Felix's neck, pleased with how his body loosens and how he leans into the touch. "Come, Yongbokkie. I'll tell you what to do."
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Chris really shouldn't be doing this with all the flashing lights and hushed murmurs coming from the living room, but Minhee's breath hits the inside of her thigh, and her brain shuts down.
Minhee tends to have that effect on her. She had that effect when she had trailed her fingers down Chris's body under the blanket, and she has that effect now as she sucks a bruise into Chris's skin.
"Minhee-yah," Chris whispers. "I don't—Should we—?"
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"Lord Bang," he says. He has to fight for his words to come out cordially. "I mean not to trouble you. I have good reason for the way I do things. I want you to see success in my services."
Chan purses his lips. "Is it not enough that you have found someone I deem to be a good mate?"
A good mate. Other matchmakers may define it the way that Chan does. Many of them do—Minho knows this from experience. Perhaps that is what Chan was expecting when he sought Minho out, attributing Minho's skills to a difference in diligence rather than philosophy. What is that to Chan, exactly?
As a matchmaker, Minho has never failed in finding others their perfect mate. But that just might change with his new client: the esteemed yet equally guarded alpha Bang Chan.
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Blinking tears out of his eyes, Chan bites his lip. When he looks at Wonwoo again, his gaze is half-lidded. “I’d feel even better if your cock was in me.”
Wonwoo is suddenly aware of how hard he is. He’s been hard since Chan rolled on top of him, but it was easy to forget when he had Chan spread out in front of him, looking like sin. He still does, with shiny slick between his quivering legs and droplets of milk running down his chest as he heaves for breath. Their sheets have darkened below them. It wouldn’t take too much for Wonwoo to push him over the edge like this.
But whatever Chan wants, he gets.
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Hansol gets hit in the face with a volleyball, and takes a bunch of painkillers, and confesses. To many things. To Seungkwan.
It turns out okay, in the end.
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10 Mar 2026
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"A year," Junhui says again. "A year is a long time to spend with someone if they don't care. He makes time for you?"
Even though they occasionally go days or weeks without meeting, when Minghao reflects on it, it's rarely by Mingyu's doing. Minghao is usually the one turning down late nights or rearranged flights in favor of keeping his obligations in line. Mingyu texts when his calls go unanswered. He's always the first between them to deescalate arguments, too. He never stops inviting to Minghao to things even when he repeatedly says no.
"Yes."
"Then maybe you're the problem."
For the first time, Minghao has to decide if he will keep standing at the edge of something good or finally step into it.
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10 Mar 2026
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In which Hansol fell first, but Seungkwan fell harder (in more ways than one.)
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08 Mar 2026
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Seungcheol returns to his hometown after a long stint in the military. Jeonghan is right where he left him, and set on loving him the right way this time around.
"... I cook a decent meal every once in a while. It could be a nice little setup. For both of us.”
“Both of us?” Seungcheol bleated, edged with a parody of frantic giddiness. “You didn’t even want me when I wasn’t –”
“Don’t. Don’t say that. Don’t say it.” Jeonghan stomped on the linoleum floor, the sense that it could crumble and all could fall through built in the hollow echo that came with it, leaving them to die in the rubble of days gone by. That shut them both up.
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20 Feb 2026
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“Safe?” Wonwoo parrots bitterly, quiet. Chan’s eyes glimmer in the night of his room, gaze suddenly veiled by an emotion Wonwoo can’t quite decipher.
Regret, or surprise, maybe. He brings Chan’s palm to his mouth once more, kissing and suckling on the slightly swollen scent gland, drawing a gasp out of him.
He places a gentle kiss over the freshly pink bruise, and mumbles his question into the marred skin. “What’s safe about this, Jungchan?”
What starts out as some meaningless kissing in the name of science, turns into an amalgamation of feelings, desire and something dangerous Wonwoo is scared to put a name to.
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06 Feb 2026