Jeonghanism
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The first time Jeonghan ever knowingly took something out of his dream, he was eleven years old.
(Jeonghan can pull objects out of his dreams; Seungcheol is his roommate.)
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31 Jul 2026
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i know that it seems easy (but i like that he needs me) by goingforbuck
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25 Jun 2026
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"Do you remember the first time we did this?" Harua whispers, allowing his omega to bloom in his middle and for his scent to further thicken the air in the room. His finger turns into two, and he gently fists the varsity sweatshirt in his slightly shaking hand. "We barely even made it to your room, you had me folded on top of the bathroom sink," Maki gulps, his eyes almost looking fearful, his lust making his pupils widen and then narrow in uneven intervals. "You had my slick running down your chin and my nail marks embedded in your scalp, my ankles wrapped around your head. You smelled like me for days."
or; harua hatches up a plan to get a reaction out of his fuck buddy maki, and it goes exactly and he hoped it wouldn't (and would)
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11 Jul 2026
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05 Jul 2026
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Fuma had been the owner of Zip Mart for a whopping month when he encountered his first shoplifter.
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After inheriting his parent's convenience store, Fuma moves back to his old hometown. Here, he is forced to grapple with both what drove him away in the first place, and an all-consuming crush from his past. Amidst it all he meets Harua, a prickly teenager who is determined not to be seen. The two decide that they can help each other get what they want.
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28 Jun 2026
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“The ginkgo leaves fall onto the patio, heavy with the morning rain. I look at them and remember how foolish my mind was three years ago. I believed the world was made of the same delicacy as the silks my father traded. I remember hearing Eiichiro-sama's voice in the anteroom, firm and promising, and feeling my chest fill with childlike hope. I thought affection was something cultivated over time, like tea steeping in hot water. What folly. The fragility of that illusion was the first blood I wiped from this ground.”
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27 Jun 2026