Winwin's Witching Hour
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Sicheng had never questioned the nature of his unbeating heart, not even after an eternity of harvesting souls under the unchanging sky. Not until one of those souls made him wonder. A soul that, maybe, was worth saving.
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Due to Yukhei's girlfriend, Nayeon, Sicheng finds himself dressed as Cinderella on Halloween night. They're all going to a party at Theta Chi, and Sicheng is excited for the night to come, not knowing just how horribly the night will go.
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He thinks about Sicheng, about his reaction when he will see the piercing, and it's already easier for him to relax.
He thinks about Sicheng's eyes on him, making him feel like he's the most beautiful man he had ever seen, lingering on every inch of his body. He pictures Sicheng licking his lips, his eyes dark with lust, and then getting closer to his chest, his breath on his sensitive nipple making him shiver.
Oh God, he is already getting horny.
Day 1 of Winwin Witching Hour!
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- Part 2 of i'm a (blood) sucker for you
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Jaehyun and Sicheng are the most influential models of the industry. Every photographer begs them to feature in their magazine, and firms fight to get them to promote their products. The world is obsessed with their God-like timeless beauty, and their chemestry makes people go crazy for them.
But there was also a halo of mystery around them, as no one knew more than what they showed, nor they knew where they came from. They speculated, spread rumours, but no one ever got close to the truth.
And Jaehyun and Sicheng found that amusing, the taste of their secrets being sweet like candy.
Written for PROMPT #27 of 00FFTOBER!
Day 1 of Winwin Witching Hour!Series
- Part 1 of i'm a (blood) sucker for you
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Sicheng reads for so long his eyes start to hurt from staring at tiny words on a vibrant computer screen. He notices the librarians eyeing him curiously as they wander by. He’s sure it isn’t often that someone wanders in with obvious panic in the set of their shoulders, vigorously typing away on a public computer for information that only sours their expression as time goes on. Surrounded by walls of books and a few curious glances, Sicheng’s anxiety begins to creep back up his throat.
He feels a need to look over his shoulder, and he feels this fear of what may be behind him.
Into the search bar, he types, Can spirits follow you wherever you go?