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    Minho and Jisung are sick and tired of being virgins. There's an obvious solution to that.

    or: Two best friends decide that it only makes sense to lose their virginity together. What doesn't make sense is the way they can't seem to keep their hands off each other after that.

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    16 May 2026

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    No wird's. Hast auch a good Time

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    “I already told you,” Jisung can still feel Minho’s presence under his skin, hear the roar of his motorcycle engine deep in his core. There’s a certain fear when he thinks of him, like he’ll fall prey to an endless yearning. “That’s my best friend. We met at summer camp.”

    “Sure,” Felix’s knowing smirk comes easy, bending a corner of his mouth. “And does Minho know that? That you’re just friends? He wants you.”

    It feels like Jisung’s world freezes.

    There’s no way.

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    Some loves don’t heal, they haunt. They burn.
    In the chaos of their youth, Jisung and Minho meant everything to each other. Years later, they reunite — one searching for redemption, the other carrying a lit match.

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    14 May 2026

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    Want to rewdddddd

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    "Are you still nervous?" Minho asks, retaining that addictive nonchalance to his voice.

    Jisung releases a pathetic little laugh between his gritting teeth. “Yeah,” he breathes out. “Just a little bit.”

    "Let me smoke you out, then."

    Jisung makes the mistake of letting his curious gaze wander, allowing a mesmerized "How?" to escape him. He's done the moment their eyes meet, because then Minho's taking Jisung's jaw in his hand while the other holds what's left of his blunt, dark eyes trailing down to the lips he wants to coax apart.

    "Open for me."

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    Shotgunning: the practice of inhaling smoke and then exhaling it into another individual's mouth.

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    23 Jul 2024

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    Hahaha eingeh gerade wieder gefunden. Aber low-key so gut

    It so freaking goooooooooood

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    Jisung never planned to explore BDSM, especially not with someone like Minho.
    Older. Settled. Infamous in the local scene for his calm, commanding presence. He’s everything Jisung isn’t. Everything Jisung doesn’t think he deserves.

    It starts small. One rule. One day.
    No collar. No scenes. Just quiet structure, gently offered.

    But Minho doesn’t just give commands, he listens.
    He doesn’t just tie Jisung down, he holds him together.

    And what starts as curiosity turns into craving: for safety, for surrender, for something that feels suspiciously like love.

    Jisung was never supposed to want all of this.
    But now that he has it, he’s not sure how to live without it.

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    06 May 2026

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    Die dynamic ist healthy as fuck ohaaaa also very cute
    Finished ch 18

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    Soap's fingers fumbled with the edge of his shirt, lifted the hem to his collarbones, showing off the expanse of scarred, muscled skin. There was a red spot on his side, small flecks of black and blue already rising to the surface. Ghost's eyes diverted from the affected area of skin for just a moment, taking in the hard planes of Soap's toned abdomen, the pink slashes of healed-up scar tissue.

    The urge to reach out and touch him hit Ghost like a freight train. He was tied to the tracks and the wheels were barreling right over him, making a mess of his blood and guts and grinding them into bits. Ghost clenched his fists to suppress the desire and cleared his throat, choking down his panic over the unexpected reaction.

    "You're bruising already," Ghost said. "Should probably get ice on that. Sorry, I didn't realize how rough I was being."

    Soap grinned. "I'm a big boy, a little roughhousing never hurt anyone."

    "It hurt you. Literally."

    He turned to look at Ghost then, eyebrows raised and a smirk on his face. "A wee bit of pain isn't the end of the world. I prefer it, under the right circumstances."

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