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Hyunjin has been at JYPE psychiatric facility for six months, and he has no intention of leaving. He's perfectly happy deflecting questions about his feelings, tonguing his meds, and sharing a singular (illegal) iPod nano with Jisung, Seungmin, and Innie. So what if he can't exactly remember chunks of his childhood, and so what if the mere notion of rejection makes him want to rip his hair out? So what if he's running out time before he's passed on to the next inpatient hospital?
Felix has been a dancer for the Poirot Ballet since he was thirteen, and he has no plans of stopping dance (or his determined path towards perfection) any time soon, no matter how much his body wants to take him out of the game. So when he's sentenced to two weeks of mandatory inpatient treatment for a supposed 'Adderall dependency', he's less than thrilled. After all, he's been nothing but a perfect, moldable, emotionless doll for years. How is he supposed to fake a sickness he doesn't have, while keeping his actual 'illness' secret?
And why does that asshole Hwang Hyunjin have to be so goddamn beautiful?
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20 Jun 2026
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“Sorry, we’re closed,” Felix called over his shoulder when the noise of rain suddenly got louder.
“No, you’re not,” a male voice responded, prompting Felix to frown lightly.
He turned around in bewilderment, finding himself face to face with two very handsome young men, each holding an umbrella in their hands. One of them had his head lightly tilted and an eyebrow raised while the other looked at him with big eyes. Felix squinted a little, wondering which part of the ‘closed’ sign—or the sticker listing their opening hours right on the door—they hadn’t noticed. “Yes, we are. We’re only open until 8.”
“No, you’re not,” the taller one replied, looking at Felix as if he had just sputtered utter nonsense.
“Wait, are you still from the day shift?” the other one asked.
Or: Felix works in a small café that is open from 7AM until 8PM—or so he had thought until two men entered the café long past their closing time, claiming that the café was very much open. Little did Felix know that this encounter would open a world of magic to him.
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15 Jun 2026
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Hyunjin was a cold, calculated serial killer. One of his victims being Felix’s father. But everything changed the night he turned the gun on himself and survived.
Six months later, he wakes from a coma with no memory of the past decade, believing he’s still twenty. Standing at his bedside is Felix, who sweetly smiles and says, “I’m your boyfriend.”
But he never was.
Now, Hyunjin is vulnerable. Innocent. And Felix is the only one who remembers the truth. But then, Felix realizes Hyunjin is actually hypersexual.
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- Part 1 of Stay Clueless
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Top of their class with opposing frats. They were one Criminal Law recitation away from throttling each other. When indifference hits harder than insult, guess what will happen?
Felix had his eyes covered in a blindfold. He felt a warm breath against his neck, then lips and teeth chewing his skin crawling across his bare sweaty collar bone. His hands were tied behind with a necktie Hyunjin wore that Remedial Law class.
“Can I at least have a sip of water?” He mumbled while kneeling, his throat was dry. He wanted to quench his thirst. He wasn’t pleading and sounded more like a command.
He heard a chuckle, a mocking laugh. “Look at you asking for water and still bratty.” He fisted Felix’s blonde hair, jaw clenching. “Suck my cock first and I’ll decide if you deserve water.”
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Bookmarked by LaiLev
11 Jun 2026
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"I want to kiss you, Jisung."
Jisung froze at the whisper, his brown eyes widening. It was entirely too easy to read the raw desire reflecting in them, but there was something else beneath the surface that Minho couldn't quite name. He couldn't think straight anyway, not with that cologne completely ravaging his senses.
"I want to kiss you," Minho repeated, leaning in just a fraction more. "God... I want to fuck you."
His fingers lightly brushed against Jisung's bare arm, his eyes taking in the immediate way goosebumps broke out across his skin at the touch.
Minho blinked softly, overwhelmed by his own desperation and the way Jisung seemed to be waiting for him to take the plunge.
Yet, just as he moved to close the final distance, his fingers sliding up that smooth, caramel arm, a trembling hand came down weakly over his own. It was only then that Minho finally identified the other emotion dancing wildly within that breathtaking gaze.
It was fear.
"We can't, Minho. Not here. Not now."
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It all began for them in a room full of drunks, with a playful game and a dirty dance.
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10 Jun 2026