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The two had been in this arrangement for quite some time now, and it worked well for them. Chan helped Jisung remain punctual, tidy, and organized. He really improved Jisung's life, and he seemed happy to do so. In return, Jisung was always good for him, sugary sweet, halting under his touch.
It had always been like that with them. He didn't need anything to change…right?
Or; Sweet and submissive Jisung wants to try his hand at being a brat. His dom, Chan, rises to the occasion.
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From: Lee Felix
To: Bang Chan
Subject: <3
(photo)Her photo fills half his screen. The mirror she posed in front of has specks of dust on the glass. That’s how high the resolution is. He could count the freckles on her naked shoulder.
Felix is wearing those tights, paired with a skirt he hasn’t seen her in yet and nothing else. She’s kneeling on a carpet and the curve of her ass is prominent enough to make the skirt useless, though it doesn’t distract from how her arm is covering her bare tits. He can see just the hint of a nipple. The flare of the flash on her phone covers her face, but Chan knows it’s her.
When he’s alone again, he pulls the e-mail up on his phone, saves the picture and hides it in a private folder. Then he deletes all three e-mails Felix sent and takes a deep, shaky breath.
Chan is half hard in his slacks and he locks the door of his office before unbuckling his belt.
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"Friends don't kiss," Minho says, eyes narrowed.
"Uh, sometimes they do? I mean, we're really good friends..." Changbin tries to defend.
"Really good friends don't kiss either, idiot."
in which: Changbin and Seungmin accidentally make a habit of making out at parties, then start going to parties just so they have an excuse to make out, then realize that isn't normal.
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""Cool," Minho repeated, turning back to face him.
Jeongin immediately dropped his shirt collar as if it had caught fire, his hands darting up to adjust his glasses instead.
"So." Minho clapped his hands together. "When can I move in?"
Jeongin's brain completely stalled. They hadn't discussed anything important yet. They hadn't talked about cleaning schedules, or overnight guests, or boundaries, or literally any of the crucial details normal people discuss before agreeing to share a living space.
But looking at Minho standing right there in his bedroom, all rational thought simply evaporated from Jeongin's head.
"Today," Jeongin blurted out.or
Jeongin is awkward, nerdy, and desperately looking for a roommate — so desperate, in fact, that he's started selling his Pokémon cards just to make rent. Enter Minho: a former frat boy who answers Jeongin's ad and immediately turns his quiet, structured life upside down.
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Changbin turned the two of them on the bed until they were facing a full-length mirror on the other side of the room.
“Watch,” he whispered in his ear. “Look how beautiful you are.”
Hyunjin couldn’t even lift his eyes. Whoever Changbin was talking about, it wasn’t him. He wasn’t the guy who got fucked like he meant something, like he had value beyond his body. He was the guy who got fucked like he was disposable because, well, he was.