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  1. Public Bookmark 61

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    Duang is easy.  Maybe too easy.

    All he has to do is look at Duang from under his eyelashes, undo an extra button or two, offer a fleeting touch and Duang melts for him.

    Qin is aware that he has too much power, and perhaps he is letting it get to his head.

    But it's too easy, too exhilarating to want something and to have someone be so eager to please him.

    Duang is already looking at him when Qin's eyes flicker to look at him, sitting on the rug, knees raised up, sketchbook leaning on his legs.

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    06 May 2026

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    It's their first time in Qin's childhood bedroom, in his parents' house, with the evening light painting everything gold and the whole night stretching out in front of them. Duang wants to take his time but Qin has other plans.

    (picking up from where ep9 ends)

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    06 May 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 10

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    Dean's eyes narrow. "You're not his to look at."

    “I’m not yours either.” It should be true; they should be nothing to each other anymore. But it doesn’t feel true. “Not anymore.”

    The actor’s voice turns syrupy sweet as he pushes forward, kneeling on the seat and crowding Jack’s personal space. Jack can smell his cologne. It’s still the same; fresh, clean, a hint of jasmine and a bite of peppercorn. “You are though, aren’t you?”

    It’s dangerous yes, but familiar, the way his heart quickens.

    In which Dean has a plan, Jack is frustrated and they're both way too possessive to be exes. They fuck about it.

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    19 Apr 2026

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    “What helped?”

    Beside him, Mingi shrugs. “A bunch of things, I think. Time was the biggest thing. Time and quiet and my mom. She always knew when to talk or when to just sit. Talking to Yunho.” He turns his head to look at Wooyoung. “FaceTiming with you helped. I don’t think I ever told you, but it did.”

    Wooyoung’s smile is slow and a little shy. “I thought I was bothering you.”

    “I looked forward to those notifications just as much as Yunho’s phone calls. I never knew where you’d be, you know? In the practice room or eating with the members or at a schedule or in the park on the swings— and it got to the point where I realized I was excited to find out where you’d be next. The constant change of it didn’t freak me out like it had. You gave me a way to distance myself and not miss out entirely.” He sighs, looking back up at the sky. “I was so homesick for you all.”

    Wooyoung stares up at the stars and breathes slowly and evenly until the urge to cry recedes. He can’t think of a single thing to say.

    Between where they lay side by side, Mingi hooks his pinky around Wooyoung’s. “If you need a motive, you can have that one. I’m looking out for you because you did it first.”

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    20 Feb 2026

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    “...Hollander,” He hears Rozanov say, urgent like it’s not the first time he’s said it. “Shane,” he follows it up with, and that snaps him out of it. He’s never called him that. Shane, reluctantly, lifts his face a little, eyes glazed over as he meets Rozanov’s eyes.

    “What?”

    “You stink,” Rozanov says, concern dripping. “No, you—fuck. You reek. What is—” Ilya’s fingers lift up, tugging at the scent patch, revealing more of the spot beneath it. Even Shane can smell himself at that point. He does reek. Reeks of heat, of Omega, of honey and sweetness, of something that would melt on your tongue.

    Shane reefs himself back. The Omega inside him aches, mourns, whimpers at the loss of contact. It’s needed, though. He scrambles back, hand slapping at his neck to force the peeled patch back down over his scent gland. He backs up till his spine knocks against the bathroom stall.

    “You are in heat at award show? Why would you hide this? Why would you not call out sick? Are you—are you insane? You care this much about trophy?”

    OR Shane goes into heat in Vegas

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    28 Dec 2025