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EEE ignore this. This is not a story, just for a quick project.
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Jeon Jungkook decides to travel back to 1973 to prevent the mafia organization that killed his grandmother from ever coming into existence. His only chance to save her is to find and eliminate the ruthless mafia leader before it's too late.
What Jeongguk doesn't know is that he'll end up into a never ending deadly obsession by the leader himself.
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30 Jul 2026
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“Sorry y’all have to…look at me…like this.” You gesture broadly at your body, from face to hips. “At least for a while. I know it ain’t pretty.”
A beat of silence passes. Rick finishes stripping off your socks; Daryl successfully unhooks your bra and tosses it into a corner.
“Dunno what you mean,” Daryl says measuredly, leaning over to twist on the faucet. Water splatters noisily into the bottom of the tub and mists Rick’s curls through the gap in the curtain. He’s looking up at you, brows pinched, jaw set.
“You look plenty pretty to me, baby.”
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Rick and Daryl take care of their girl after a run gone bad.
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30 Jul 2026
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30 Jul 2026
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“Doesn’t bother me,” He shrugs.
Taehyung raises a brow at that, taking a long draw from his cigarette—Jungkook can’t help but let his eyes linger on the way the guitarist’s pretty lips circle the stick, his cheeks pulling in tight to suck. Thoughts of what else Taehyung’s mouth can do plague the sophomore’s mind.
Then, breaking him from thoughts of Taehyung on his knees, said boy blows a giant cloud of smoke directly at Jungkook’s face. His warm breath hits him as the smoky wisps fill his senses, eyes and nose stinging. “How about now?”
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Guess I'm dreaming again (let's be more than this, now)
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12 Jul 2026
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“What... what the fuck is going on?” Alhaitham hissed, glaring harshly at the man that Kaveh had thought was Alhaitham himself - albeit part of a dream, or infected with a buggy side effect of the Akasha.
Kaveh pointed between them, ignoring Alhaitham’s question and demanding, “Why the fuck are there two of you?”
Redtham’s lips curved into a pout that was utterly foreign on Alhaitham’s usually inexpressive features and scooted back toward Kaveh; but Kaveh just shoved him away again, eyes flashing as he held his blankets up around his body like a shield.
Redtham huffed petulantly and reluctantly tore his eyes away from Kaveh to snap, “What does it look like, you moron? What, did you expect me to leave him all alone in here when all you want is for him to come on your face, and all he wants is for you to set up a permanent residence between his thighs? I’m just showing your princess everything you want to do to him, but don’t have the balls to. And here he is. Right in front of you. Fucking whimpering for you.”
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25 Jun 2026