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solving the Yuriku fic drought in the worst way possible
obsessed Yushi, teasing Riku, who even is in charge? i don't knowBookmarked by MattyNya
09 May 2026
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Sion knows he’s in over his head right now. He checks if he’s sweating. He’s fresh out of the shower, hair still dripping with water, but he thinks he might be sweating. He squeezes his eyes shut, not wanting to think too hard about what he’s about to do with his fucking bandmate.
Riku says he’s going to suck his dick. If Sion lets him. And yeah, Sion will let him. And everything’s okay, this is all completely normal.
Sion finds out that Riku’s flirty jokes were never actually jokes. Not in the slightest.
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07 May 2026
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Riku has always thought Yushi was odd—eccentric in a charming way. At first he figures it is only because he finds Yushi incredibly pretty, the kind of beauty that feels almost otherworldly… but he never would have imagined that Yushi is not actually from Earth.
Something is definitely wrong with Yushi, yet when he holds Riku, everything feels terrifyingly right.
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09 Apr 2026
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Daeyoung’s smile on his ear was slow and sinful. “Hyung,” he said, voice warm velvet, “I’m twenty-four. Not a kid.”
“Same thing,” Riku said weakly, knowing that he was already losing this game.
Daeyoung chuckled faintly, his breath fresh on the back of Riku’s neck. Then, his free hand found Riku’s other side, fingers ghosting over his waist. Curious and bold fingers have passed the clothing on his torso, now ghosting over his crotch.
His fingers kept playing with his now semi hard cock, feeling him up. “Yet, a kid like me makes you feel like this?”
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Yushi couldn't quite pinpoint when everything had started to feel so... practical. He used to spend hours intoxicated by his own thoughts and strategies, tossing and turning day and night in pursuit of perfection. He was obsessed with every detail, refining his movements, spending countless late nights "swallowing" the practice room—spinning and spinning, sweating and falling.
That was Yushi. But not when it came to Maeda Riku.
Maeda? A year older. To know him was to fall hopelessly in love with him. He was beautiful, standing out like a star born for the stage. He had the temperament of a black cat, and his nasal voice was his greatest charm. Despite being the elder, he often acted younger than the maknae himself, a trait that constantly caught Yushi off guard.
or, in the hollow silence of a practice room at 3 AM, Yushi and Riku can no longer mask the hunger they feel for each other.