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Jung Wooyoung is a wildly popular social media influencer—chaotic, unapologetically queer, and constantly leaving his followers feral with thirst traps and unfiltered livestreams.
Choi San is just a quiet college student who watches from behind the screen, definitely not expecting Wooyoung to notice him—let alone respond to his comment during a TikTok Live while wearing a crop top and the tightest jeans known to man.
And then Wooyoung slides into his DMs.
It only gets hotter from there.
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Just like he promised, Hongjoong had his homework ready the next day. It was done perfectly and meticulously. Maybe a little too good for a student of Seonghwa’s caliber, but he’ll take it.
He ruffled Hongjoong’s hair and cooed, “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Hongjoong simply smiled and nodded back. And so he became the perfect pet.
(Or, Fuckboy Seonghwa gets violently humbled when he targets ‘nerd’ Hongjoong)
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Two omegas, one household—it truly was only a matter of time before their heats synced up.
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Schedules are packed and time is short, but they make the most of it. For some reason, Wooyoung seems to gravitate toward San way more than usual this month, his clingy nature cranked up to an extreme. As much as they both want to fling all responsibilites out the window to spend some quality time together, all they can do is wait for the promised three days off at the end of the month. Thing is, Wooyoung seems to be planning something.
It all starts with a familiar black cat plushie at the dawn of the month...
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“What do you get out of this arrangement?" your eyes narrowed before you threw back the remainder of your own drink. He resumed working behind the bar methodically, though his eyes stayed on you.
“A night with a striking woman,” his smirk deepened. “If I play my cards right, maybe something more.”
Your stomach let out an annoying grumble as Wooyoung pushed a check toward you. You scribbled a tip and your signature, circling the room number at the top of the print out.
“I’m off at 11pm, should you consider it.”
“Do you make a habit of this?” you pressed, your voice still a bit harsh. “Helping out patrons in need?”
“God, no,” he chuckled, as he dried the glass he had been using. “I would just like to see something other than pain on that pretty face of yours.”
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or, after catching your husband cheating with your best friend, you find yourself lost in suffocating thoughts in a hotel bar. Only there's someone there willing to drag you out of them.