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“Are you trying to tell me I’m your fucking hall pass?” Jongho demands as everything suddenly clicks into place.
San raises his hands in the air as if SK had just scored the winning goal. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph the boy sees the light!” he intones. At Jongho’s scowl, he drops his arms. “Yes. Yes. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. You’re the one human being on the planet I have blanket permission from my boyfriend to… to um… shoot my shot for,” he finishes, flushing.
“Me.” Jongho can hear the incredulity in his voice, shrill and cynical, but he can’t do a thing to stop it
“Yes.”
“Why?”
San looks confused. “What do you mean, why?”
Okay, he’ll elaborate. “I mean, why me?”
He expects San to get angry, or at least to bluster. He does neither. Instead, he smiles that smile, the one that crinkles up his eyes and teases the dimple out in his cheek, the one that makes Jongho’s heart clench like it’s in a vise. “Why would it be anyone else?” he asks simply.
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- Part 2 of Like Sugar On My Tongue
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12 Jun 2026
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The Grand Canal wasn’t so grand the first time Seonghwa saw it. Now the last time—nothing would ever top that. A perfect mirror of the dying sun, an endless pink sky, and him: bronze, broad, and sweet. God, he’d been sweet back then, even though Seonghwa had been bitter and spoiled.
“Ready to say goodbye?” he’d asked, stripping off his black blazer and draping it over Seonghwa’s shoulders. Then he held Seonghwa’s cold hand in his warm one and slipped it into one of the pockets.
When Seonghwa pulled his hand out, it was full of flower petals.
But all that comes later.
⚘ 𖤣 ⚘
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07 Jun 2026
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Miya Atsumu accidentally hurts Sakusa Kiyoomi’s hand in a practice match, and he is all over the latter’s house cooking him meals, unravelling the man and feeding him with his own hands for a while. He’s doing it solely out of the burden on his conscience and for the fun of it, not because of his non–existent enormous crush on Sakusa, thank you.
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06 Jun 2026
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Morning in their apartment was supposed to be simple: breakfast, coffee, a quiet start to the day.
What Seonghwa got instead was Hongjoong standing at the stove in a pair of tiny black briefs that left nothing to the imagination.
Or,
What starts with Hongjoong trying his best at making Seonghwa some eggs ends with him a trembling, overstimulated mess against the kitchen counter, with Seonghwa unable to keep his hands — or anything else — to himself.
(Spoiler: the eggs burn.)
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30 Apr 2026
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"Wooyoung... I don't— I don't know what to do, something's really wrong with me…"
The words rip violently out of Hongjoong chest, flaying him open at the sternum. He begs, for nothing and for everything at once. He exposes his raw, barely-beating heart, and waits for it to be crushed by rejection. Crushed by judgment. Crushed by anything at all, because Hongjoong's body has trained him to expect pain in every move he makes.
Wooyoung, as soft as a flower petal and as tender as a doe, deflates. His chin trembles he steps towards Hongjoong and takes his hands.
"Oh, baby …" Those two words carve a new chunk of guilt out of Hongjoong's gut, because he doesn't want Wooyoung to see him like this. Not him — all sweet sensitivity, all devoted loyalty and invigorating care. He's younger. He's more precious.
And here Hongjoong is, with the delicate touch of a freight train, forcing him to witness the self-destruction of the century.
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19 Mar 2026