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Two clammy hands cradle an empty bottle of heat suppressants like a corpse.
He gives the bottle a meager little shake. Nothing rattles within.
Panic settles in and Jisung jerks to life. He fights with the childproof cap—resorting to using the cuff of his sweater to help since his hands are useless—and stares, in disbelieving agony, into a barren bottle.
The tears come on so quickly that he doesn’t even register a way to stop them before they’re rolling down his cheeks and landing on the label that he’s considered his religion for over 365 days.
Take 2 pills 1x a day. Failure to do so will have immediate effects and could lead to flash heat(s).
Or: Jisung’s suppressants run out on a bus. He starts panicking, until a quiet alpha switches seats and whispers, “Breathe. I’ve got you.”
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28 Jun 2026
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It was remarkable how Hyunjin was seemingly everywhere at once, all around them, like the dust that danced in the warm beams of the setting sun, that were splitting the room through cracks in the curtain. As sure as Jisung was that Hyunjin had just been knelt in front of them, body heat closed in on him from his left and Hyunjin was humming by his ear as he searched for a sweet spot through the viewfinder, crafting the perfect shot.
‘Jisung?’ The voice beside him sharply sliced through his thoughts. ‘Are you able to turn Chan’s jaw a little towards your shoulder?’
With only a slight struggle Jisung shifted Chan’s weight to allow him to snake one hand under the model’s armpit and reach up, cupping his jaw ever so gently, turning it towards the shoulder Hyunjin was radiating beside. Chan seemed so pliant now, malleable as putty in his hands.
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23 Jun 2026
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“You’re the first person I’ve been regularly bottoming for. And my cats have never seen me in that way. So what I think, Jisung, is that my cats don’t like you because they saw you, like.” Minho’s ears are about to melt off from how badly they’re burning. “Dominating me.”
The silence between them is deafening. Jisung’s jaw is slack, eyes blinking. He looks like he wants to laugh.
“Don’t laugh,” Minho threatens.
Because he’s a dick, Jisung immediately laughs.
Minho develops an addiction to bottoming for his new boyfriend at the cost of all three of his cat’s respect.
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13 Jun 2026
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For seven years, Jeongin had been their baby (not litterally). Minho and Chan fed him, dressed him, tucked him in, until he forgot how to live without them. Calling them Mommy and Daddy had started as a joke, but it stayed because that’s how they treated him, and he let it. He should have been safe in it, soft in it.
But lately his thoughts won’t stop twisting, filth curling under until all he can imagine is Mommy and Daddy holding him down, loving him the way they love each other. He knows it’s wrong. He knows it makes him a bad baby. But he can’t stop peeking through doors, can’t stop touching himself when he should be sleeping, can’t stop the shame that ruins him even as he sinks deeper into it.
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Jeongin was always their good baby. But good babies aren’t supposed to think like this, aren’t supposed to sneak out at night and touch themselves to Mommy and Daddy. He knows he’s a bad baby now but he can’t stop.
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28 May 2026
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“Hi, pretty boy.” The words had melted out of Jisung like honey, and Minho submerged into the sweetness like the greediest bee in the hive.
Maybe it was because he was exhausted, maybe it was the sight of a teddy bear the size of Jisung on the bed, or maybe it was the way Jisung beckoned him closer with those lean fingers and flourished his hand over the bunny jacket like a treat, a prize, one that Minho didn’t know if he earned—but that he wanted so very bad.
Whatever it was, Minho blacked out. Sank. Deep and immediate.
Or: Minho is learning to want.
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15 May 2026