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“Bro, you’re staring like I owe you money.”
“I’m spotting,” Chan says. “This is the spot face.”
Changbin wheezes a laugh mid-rep, almost loses the bar, and forces it up again through sheer spite. “Your spot face is horny.”
“My spot face is serious,” Chan argues defensively, and his ears are starting to burn.
“Serious about what?” Changbin teases. “Admiring me?”
or; Chan and Changbin are oblivious ‘straight’ gym bros.
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Jeongin has started keeping score.
He doesn’t mean to. It just happens.
By now, the number is at twenty-six.
Twenty-six times Jisung has tried to kiss him. On the mouth. Not the cheek, not the forehead, not something he can pass off as “idol skinship” or fanservice. Full on lip-to-lip action. And twenty-six times, Jeongin has dodged.
or; Jisung's been testing Jeongin's patience for long enough.
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The boy puts down his dog (Eumppappa, right?) and she immediately pads up to Hanbin to lick at his ankles, which are exposed beneath his trousers. Then he bows back, and gingerly takes Hanbin’s hand to shake it, though he does so a bit wildly. “Ooh, a western greeting? Did you live abroad?” He releases Hanbin’s hand and smiles. As he does, his cheeks scrunch up adorably. “I’m Kim Gyuvin. Looking for a house—we spoke on the phone. And did you say witch? Like, tarot readings and such?”
or: Kitchen witch Hanbin sets up an advertisement to fill the empty room in his house full of magical inhabitants—spelled in such a way that ordinary eyes will not find it. Kim Gyuvin, definitely a human, reacts to the ad.
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- Part 1 of tales of the house beyond the woods
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“I’m not mad,” Chan said eventually, breaking the quiet with a warm, low voice.
Felix huffed a breath that might’ve been a laugh. “You should be.”
Chan tilted his head, smiling a little. “What, for you being brave and stubborn and stupidly protective of a dozen soaking-wet pups?”
Felix turned to look at him, expression caught somewhere between embarrassment and amusement. “Okay, maybe a little stupid.”
“Very stupid,” Chan corrected, bumping his knee against Felix’s. “But still kind of badass.”
Felix rolled his eyes, but a tiny smile curved his lips.
Chan leaned closer, peeking at him sideways. “Also kind of hot.”
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or, fated mates skz struggle to hold their pack together
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Felix was the first to move, dropping the towel he’d been clutching and clambering straight into Minho’s lap, legs wrapping around his waist, laughter bubbling up through his chest. “You didn’t have to do that,” he said softly, voice still a little breathy from the lingering pheromones. “I’m okay now. It was just—”
“I know,” Minho murmured, one hand coming up to cradle the back of his neck. His thumb rubbed small, slow circles over the place where he’d scruff him if they were alone. The omega’s body went soft against him, safe, grounded.
“But they needed the reminder,” Minho added, voice low and steady. “Not me.”
Felix giggled against his throat, brushing a kiss beneath his jaw. “You’re ridiculous,” he said.
“And you love it,” Minho replied, lips curving.
“Yeah,” Felix whispered. “I do.”
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or, 5 times other ppl hit on felix +1 time minho shows them exactly whose omega felix is