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“Oh, for fuck's sake, three out of twelve of my boyfriends are already in love with this kid?” Minghao whined, squirming as Jun pulled him away from the door’s entry. Wonwoo rolled his eyes, quickly leaving the room without a word. “You didn’t deny it! Hey! Wonwoo!”
Seungcheol sighed, squeezing the bridge of his nose. They tried. They really did. However, the only people who could work for them were people who matched well with them. With that, there was always a risk of them caring about the person they hired, sometimes deeper than they should. Although there was no rule in their relationship that they couldn’t, it was always complicated when the person ended up being a human.
A human, of course, likely wouldn’t want to be bound to twelve monsters.
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Chan really needs a new job, and unexpectedly gets entangled with twelve supernatural bosses.
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13 Apr 2026
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you sank your teeth into my neck before I even knew your name by PK_KO
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
08 Jul 2025
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Despite Jisung’s previous anxiety, he feels his muscles relax under the man’s gaze. It feels like when he drifts off to sleep too quickly but instead of his body jerking itself awake it goes willingly. His eyelids grow heavy as he blinks lazily at the man. His body is sluggish as if he has been drugged and the thought that Seungmin might have put something in the tea flickers across his mind.
“Is this dinner?” The man speaks, gaze never straying from Jisung.
Music student Han Jisung gets an odd job, becoming a stand in familiar to the ancient vampire Lee Minho, but things don't go exactly as planned on their first meeting when Minho mistakes him for his dinner. Now Seungmin is gone and they're left in the house alone
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07 Apr 2026
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Jeongin runs a hand through his hair taking a long drag. He turns to Hyunjin on his exhale. “My life is fucking boring, man. It sucks.” He laughs again, the sound echoing against concrete.
“How do you mean?” Hyunjin asks, tilting his head a bit to one side. He’s got his hair tied back— a short ponytail at the nape of his neck, but a lock of it falls free, hanging over his cheek.
Once Jeongin starts he can’t stop— his heart moving as fast as his tongue, energy pent up behind his ribs. “My best friend is busy all the fucking time since he got a boyfriend, and I’m stuck working in this dead end job with shit hours— no offense— and I haven’t had sex in at least three months. Three, Hyunjin.”
Hyunjin stands up a bit straighter, folding his arms across his chest. He takes a deep breath, looking Jeongin in the eye. “Okay. Fuck it. Where’s somewhere you’ve always wanted to go?”
(OR: Jeongin runs away with his coworker, and the rest comes as naturally as it can for someone with control issues.)