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Two clammy hands cradle an empty bottle of heat suppressants like a corpse.
He gives the bottle a meager little shake. Nothing rattles within.
Panic settles in and Jisung jerks to life. He fights with the childproof cap—resorting to using the cuff of his sweater to help since his hands are useless—and stares, in disbelieving agony, into a barren bottle.
The tears come on so quickly that he doesn’t even register a way to stop them before they’re rolling down his cheeks and landing on the label that he’s considered his religion for over 365 days.
Take 2 pills 1x a day. Failure to do so will have immediate effects and could lead to flash heat(s).
Or: Jisung’s suppressants run out on a bus. He starts panicking, until a quiet alpha switches seats and whispers, “Breathe. I’ve got you.”
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10 Mar 2026
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OHMYFUCJJNGGOD THIS IS WHAT GOT ME INTO a03
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He can't help it, he's aching. He’s been a ghost for so very long, creeping for scraps. So he brushes his knuckles over the top of Jisung's foot, slow. When Jisung doesn’t move, letting him, he rests his palms on Jisung’s ankles, in supplication.
“Pretty socks," he whispers, and the urgency builds. He starts rubbing up and down, soft, ever so soft. He keeps his movements light, thinking if only he’s careful, Jisung will let him do this. Maybe, if he gets it just right, Jisung will let him do anything.
Bang Chan works as a cobbler in his family's shop. A stranger calls and asks him if he can repair his boots. A beautiful stranger, who looks at Chan in a funny way, like he knows his secret.
Bookmarked by bringbackdryhmping
09 Mar 2026
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MY FAVORITE EVER WHAAT dude I love pathetic men everything about this is perfect
(I swear I don't have a foot kink)
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Minho’s lip quirks. “You really don’t know how you look, do you, hyung?”
His hand slips down, thumb brushing under Chan’s eye. It comes away damp.
“You’re already crying and I haven’t done anything,” he says. “You break so fast.”
“I’m not crying.”
“You will.”
or; Minho kinda forces his leader to relax.
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- Part 6 of feetslix's every ship challenge 2026
Bookmarked by bringbackdryhmping
09 Mar 2026
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ugh oh my God perfect subspace repisentation and like DRY HUMPING!!!! + praise