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What do the decades look like when you grow old with your best friend? These are vignettes of Dohoon and Jihoon's life, filled with a bit of drama and loads of uwu.
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Is it wrong to maybe want to fuck your best friend? Jihoon hadn't really ever considered it possible until the suggestion was thrown his way.
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"It's not a good look, you know. You flirting with Jaehyun like that." Sungho huffs out a laugh in his direction, a dangerous glint in his eye. "If you keep pursuing my boyfriend, then, well—that's just cheating, isn't it?"
Sungho speaks to him with a lazy drawl, tilting his head just enough to make Sanghyeok's breath hitch. He's dangerous as ever, Park Sungho—and Sanghyeok nearly chokes when Sungho taps at the table between them, luring Sanghyeok into the sharpness of his eyes.
"If you told me to my face that you wanted him, though..." Sungho smirks, "then maybe we could have some fun."
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07 Jan 2026
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Jihoon has no idea what he should be doing here.
If the Bureau has a Standard Operating Procedure in place, to direct him on what to do in the extremely unlikely event he crash lands on a deserted island with a highly dangerous criminal, he’s never read it.
Other than sit tight and wait for rescue (and keep an eye on Seungcheol in case he somehow succeeds in building a raft and rowing away) he’s at a loss.It certainly doesn’t help that Seungcheol doesn’t see himself as a prisoner, and thus fails to subscribe to any of the typical prisoner behaviours one would expect. Sure, he might fashion himself a wicked looking knife out of scrap metal and leather, spend an hour sharpening it while he stares menacingly into the middle distance, but then he’ll go use that knife to make Jihoon a parasol out of palm tree fronds and insist he sit under it because—
“No offence, but you’re paler than a daikon radish. Until we get our hands on some sun block, you need to stay in the shade. In fact, here, take my shirt.”
It seems stupid to stay on your toes around a guy who is literally prepared to give you the shirt off his back.
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29 May 2023
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Standing next to not-Derek – whoa, holding not-Derek’s hand? – is someone who looks remarkably like Stiles. Is Stiles, a slightly-altered replica, just like this guy both is and isn't Derek.
It’s not like looking into a mirror – one, because looking into a mirror actually makes some kind of sense, and two, because not-Stiles looks older too, mid twenties maybe. And the tips of his short, spiky hair are dark purple, and he’s got a lip ring and he’s shirtless and covered in tattoos and what the holy hell?
“Time travel?" He's sufficiently freaked. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he hears his dad laughing.
“Not exactly,” not-Derek says, and shit, even his voice sounds exactly the same, disconcertingly gentle. He gestures behind him, and Stiles looks over his shoulder, where behind him, scattered across the porch and in the front yard, are more…Dereks and more Stileses.
Fourteen total, including the two at the door, he notes distantly, eyes feeling like they’re about to pop out of his head from bulging so hard.
Seven other Dereks. Seven other Stileses.
Seven Derek and Stiles pairs.
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