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“Who... who the fuck...” Seonghyeon rasped, his voice wrecked from coughing. Then recognition crossed his face, and he jolted upright like he'd been burned. “What the fuck are you doing?” he demanded, glaring up at Keonho.
Keonho felt the irritation rise immediately. Right. An Eom. Of course there'd be no gratitude.
Wherein Keonho and Seonghyeon’s families have long been enemies, and everyone had already decided they were rivals before they even had the chance to know each other. They’re trying their best but frankly, their families aren’t making it any easier.
OR: Seonghyeon is simply his father’s son.
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Bookmarked by keiji (sagingnirica)
17 Jun 2026
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In Seonghyeon's hands: orchids. Pale at the edges and deep violet at the center, the kind of flower that looked almost too deliberate to be real.
"Seonghyeon-ah." It was honeyed and soft, slow, unhurried. "We're going to be together. Always, right?" A pause, brief and certain, the way Keonho always said things he meant all the way down to the bone. "Everywhere you go, I'll go."
"Mn," he whispered. "Everywhere I go, you'll be there, Keonho-ya."
The thing about orchids, Seonghyeon thinks now, is that they're delicate in ways you don't notice until they've already wilted. You think you're holding something sturdy. You think, because it is beautiful and because it is yours, that it will last.
He should have known, maybe. That the most breathtaking things are always the ones already in the process of becoming a memory.
Wherein after five years, Seonghyeon had finally gone back in Korea after the breakup of him and his teenage love, Ahn Keonho. He didn't know what to expect but he wanted him back.
OR: Keonhyeon as exes, and they're making it everyone's problem.
Bookmarked by keiji (sagingnirica)
25 May 2026
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Rintarou was a fucking freak, sue him.
Bookmarked by keiji (sagingnirica)
06 Aug 2024
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“Osamu huh? Pretty name for a pretty thing like you,” Suna murmured huskily, running an inked finger down the column of Osamu’s throat, feeling it bob under his touch, “Wanna get to know each other a little better, Osamu?”
Osamu nodded once, slightly breathless, watching the smirk on Suna’s face grow.
“Well then, Osamu, I'll let you in on one thing about me,” Suna leaned in, pressing soft lips to his left ear. A shudder raked down Osamu’s spine. His nails dug into the leather couch.
“I don’t make love, I fuck.”
Bookmarked by keiji (sagingnirica)
06 Aug 2024