peachbel_hani
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He could feel the stares, sharp and prickling, like the blades of a hundred swords, following his every movement like vultures would an injured animal, waiting for their chance to strike and devour the corpse left behind. They judged, they looked, they whispered, and still, Hyunjin walked.
One foot in front of the other, chin up, gaze steady, the impeccable image of grace and femininity, moving with the practice that only a lifetime of learning etiquette, poise, gait and posture could grant, of putting on layers upon layers of lies so convincingly, so perfectly, so flawlessly, that not a single soul would question him, would know him for a fraud, for a filthy, pathetic pretender wearing pretty garments and precious jewels, deceit and humiliation in equal doses
In which Hyunjin, forced to live as a woman in high society, becomes the Queen’s diamond of the season, much to his dismay. Determined and desperate to escape marriage, he drives away every suitor, until an unshakable Duke arrives, chosen by the Queen herself, and Hyunjin’s carefully crafted world and walls begin to crumble.
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He knew he had no right to be this annoyed about it, because he'd done the exact same thing with Chan, after all. Leaned in, let their lips barely touch, heard the fans scream. Done it with zero issue, because it was work, because it was expected, because Chan's face so close to his was familiar and entirely, completely platonic.
He knew that. Logically. Intellectually. In the part of his brain that was a reasonable, well-adjusted adult.
But the other part — the stupid, lizard, possessive part of his meat head — was currently replaying the image of Changbin's mouth so close to Felix's on a loop, and it wanted to bite something.
So he didn't look over. Didn't speak. Just watched the darn water and city lights outside and pretended he was above all of this.
(He was not above any of this.)
After watching each other kiss other members during the fanmeeting pepero game, Hyunjin and Changbin spend the ride home in petty, jealous silence, until they get home and find other ways to communicate.
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"Shh, fuck," Jisung breathes, and the word trembles like he's the one being split open in more ways than one. "I'm sorry, shit, hyung, I'm sorry—"
Minho feels the apology land somewhere beneath his ribs, confused and confusing, because Jisung's hips never slow. If anything, he thrusts deeper, cock punching past Minho's gag reflex with a wet, obscene click, and Minho's eyes flood with fresh tears. He still doesn't fully grasp what's happening — his mind is lagging, useless, only catching up in fragments.
Jisung above him, Jisung inside him, Jisung sorry but not stopping.
Or, Minho wakes up with Jisung's cock in his mouth, and Jisung is sorry, but not sorry enough to pull out.
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Jisung grins, his whole face slick and dripping with Minho.
His alpha is preening. Chest puffed up somewhere deep in his bones, pride hot and thick in his throat. Look at him. Look what I did. Look what I'm still doing. Minho can't think, can't speak, can't do anything but feel, and Jisung's alpha glories in it. Doesn't matter that his own cock is weeping untouched in his clothes. He'll breed Minho later. Fill him up, knot him, plug him, keep him full for hours. But right now, making him scream like this? That's what his alpha really needs.
So he dives back in.
Buried between Minho's thighs, Jisung drinks him down like honey.
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"Stop moving, hyung."
The words landed like a challenge wrapped in velvet. A command, yes, but also a question. Can you? Will you?
Will you be good?
Minho's whole body went still.
He could break free. He was stronger than Jisung. They both knew it, had tested it playfully a hundred times, wrestling on this very couch or one of their beds until Jisung ended up pinned and breathless and laughing under him. He could wrench his wrists free, could ignore the hand on his stomach, could keep fidgeting until Jisung had to do something about it.
But then Jisung wouldn't reward him. Wouldn't give him that low, pleased hum Minho so helplessly adored, those soft kisses pressed to his neck, that devastating good boy murmured against his skin. Wouldn't look at him afterward like Minho had hung the moon for him.
Minho gets needy
not evenhalfway through movie night. Jisung decides he can wait.
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“One more thing, Minho-ssi.” He turns to the doctor. “It may be beneficial to spend this time around with a partner if you are willing. It may,” She waves her hand, searching for the right word. “Ease the entire process. So you don’t have to overexert yourself further.”
Minho has a surprise heat. Jisung is surprisingly willing to help.
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06 Jul 2026
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Minho had sworn off of relationships. They brought nothing but the expectation of acting like the perfect omega housewife and pleasing whatever gross alpha decided he was worthy of their attention.
When Jisung suddenly approached him at a frat party (bad flirting skills and all), he didn't expect anything more than a few eye-rolls and free booze to come of the interaction.
Unexpectantly spending his unwelcome heat with the alpha was the last thing he anticipated.
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19 May 2026
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Jisung is so stumped that he’s not even touching him back, his hands lie uselessly at his sides as Minho drags his warm lips over his jawline. He’s startled back into the moment when Minho nips his chin. His hands grip the dancer’s legs instinctively.
Minho straightens so they’re eye-to-eye again; his features look sharper in the dim light. Dark hair falls over his eyes, and he shakes his head to get it out of the way.
“Am I doing something wrong?” he asks, wide-eyed and concerned.
“No!” Jisung denies, spurred into action by the question and grabbing him by the waist. “No. You’re perfect, I’m just—I didn’t know this was—I had no idea you—”
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Minho is the sparkling diamond of the Moulin Rouge. Jisung might be a little bit obsessed with him.
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16 May 2026
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Jisung moves to sit back, lost and discombobulated, but the hand that unexpectedly settles on the small of his back stops him in his tracks. Fingertips slip underneath the waistband of his sweatpants as the action throws him off-kilter, trapping him against the heat of Minho’s thigh.
When Minho speaks, he doesn’t even lift his gaze from his phone to look back at him. “Go on.”
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or, three times Minho meticulously, lovingly pushes Jisung’s buttons, and one time Jisung gets him back threefold.
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21 Apr 2026
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It becomes harder for Jisung to hook up with strangers and get his bloody fix when all he can think about is the man he's been seeing not-so-casually for months. Minho doesn't know his true nature, and Jisung wants it to stay that way. But as he starves himself and grows undeniably weaker by the second, the secret becomes increasingly harder to keep.
Minho has always loved taking care of him. Maybe a little too much, in this case. Jisung is all too happy to return the favor.
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09 Apr 2026