corlunii
Fandoms
- Stray Kids (Band) (2)
- ATEEZ (Band) (1)
Recent works
-
Tags
Summary
Minho’s throat goes dry. Chan is on his side on the bed, already curling into himself, sweater falling off his shoulders, face mashed in one of Minho’s shirts, one eye peering up at him from the depths. Clinging to the fabric, even with all this new sensitivity. Something deep and satisfactory curls in Minho’s gut. He shuts the door behind himself.
(Chan finally presents. Minho tries not to let it be the end of the world.)
-
Tags
Summary
It’s not out of desire. Not even fondness. He wants to touch Changbin like kids touch sculptures, greedy and uncaring and no real goal but to feel under his fingertips. To squeeze against his palms. He can’t without waking him, resigned to looking and thinking and looking. He touches one of the posters of the bed, wrapping his fingers around the polished wood. It’s something.
When Changbin shifts, just at the shoulders, it’s enough to make Hyunjin dart out into the light.
(or: Hyunjin knows they aren't made to last.)
-
Tags
Summary
Seonghwa always gets the mail.
Early in the morning, when he makes the first batches, and before they all come home for dinner. Just in case. He keeps the habit up in the summer so that during the year, there are no questions about who things are to dearly and from with love.
It makes him feel sick, sometimes, to hide it. His parents don’t suspect anything because he’s never given them a reason to. He’s always been a good kid. He doesn’t want to do the wrong thing. He never has.
Maybe he would have told them. It just happened so gradually. And now, it feels like it’s too late.
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
Jisung’s gaze flicks between them, calculating. Chris knows that look. Jisung’s drunk, but his brain never stops looking for drama. “Okay, okay. I got something. No one fight me.”
“This is gonna be some bullshit,” Changbin mutters, but he’s smiling.
Jisung points the neck of the bottle at Chris. “Actually, it’s a two-for-one special. Chris, you can weigh in, because I’m a generous god.”
“Hit me,” Chris says, tipping his head back to take the last gulp of his beer. “I fear nothing.”
“Cap,” Minho calls out.
Jisung leans forward, elbows on his knees, theatrically serious. “Alright. I dare you—” he points at Changbin “—to kiss him—” he points at Chris “—properly. None of that grandma peck bullshit. At least ten seconds. Tongue allowed. Encouraged, even.”
or; Chan and Changbin aren't gay. That doesn't mean they can't make out a little.
Bookmarked by corlunii
14 May 2026
-
Tags
Summary
“Ohh my god,” Hyunjin shudders. His head lolls to the side, his moans are coming out of parted lips, he’s smiling. “Oh my god —” He abruptly cuts off. “Wait.”
Changbin stops, stilling his fingers inside of him. He lifts his head to look up at Hyunjin with wide eyes.
“What’s your name?” Hyunjin asks.
“Changbin,” he answers, panting, spit dripping down his chin.
“Changbin,” Hyunjin repeats. “I think I’m in love with you.”
Changbin goes to a pilates class. The instructor is way too hot.
Bookmarked by corlunii
05 May 2026
-
Tags
Summary
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.
Series
- Part 6 of feetslix's every ship challenge 2026
Bookmarked by corlunii
23 Apr 2026
-
Tags
Summary
Hyunjin suddenly pushes in two fingers at once. Changbin gasps and decides with finality that this isn’t a normal appointment anymore, they’re definitely doing something else now.
Changbin loses a bet and needs to get his dick waxed. Things unravel.
Bookmarked by corlunii
18 Apr 2026
-
Tags
Summary
“You can’t jerk off?” Changbin asks. “What—is your hand broken?”
Chan turns that glare onto him. It’s about as menacing as Felix’s wet kitten stare.
“Obviously fucking not,” Chan snaps back. His ears are turning red now, the flush spreading down his neck, over his bare chest.
“Then what’s the problem. I’m not recommending you porn if that’s what—”
“Porn is not my problem,” Chan hisses through gritted teeth. He groans and slumps against his chair, closing his eyes in defeat. “My dick doesn’t work. Anymore.”
or: Chan's dick doesn't work. Somehow, this becomes Changbin's problem.
Bookmarked by corlunii
09 Mar 2026