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After a casual joke makes Martin realize his dreams of partying and kissing people might be ruined by his total lack of experience, he sees no other option but to "ask for help" from his bandmate Juhoon.
After all, practice makes perfect, right?
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- Part 1 of ☼ Marhoon/Soulm8z/Marju ☾
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20 Jun 2026
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They gave them three simple rules to follow.
1. Hands always above the waist.
2. Kissing is totally okay, but only in the dorms and keep it PG.
3. Absolutely NO SEX until they’re both eighteen years old.The big problem with the whole thing is that, naturally, both Keonho and Seonghyeon were eager to break every single one of these modest rules.
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Keonho and Seonghyeon are just two teenagers trying to fuck.
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19 Jun 2026
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“Are you staying over tonight?”
It takes Wonwoo a moment to realize Mingyu’s talking to him. He looks up again, and finds Mingyu already looking back. “I don’t think so,” he answers. “Why?”
Mingyu shrugs, but Wonwoo thinks he can see the tips of his ears turn red. “I don’t want a repeat of, uh, last time.”
Seokmin laughs. “Oh, you mean when you hooked up with someone right in front of him?” he says gleefully. “And you didn’t realize he was there until-”
“I was there, you know,” Mingyu tells him. “You don’t have to remind me.”(or: mingyu makes the worst first impression in the history of first impressions. wonwoo just wants to maintain plausible deniability.)
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19 May 2026
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When he meets Wonwoo for the first time, Mingyu is about to die.
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17 May 2026
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Mistakes are like cannonballs, fired against a perfectly unmblemished mirror in slow motion. They obliterate peace and clarity, but the glass shards that fly around them are often more beautiful than what the mirror was before.
Someone has made a mistake, someone needs to fix it.
This is a song of the sea.