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"You babysit?" San asked as his tongue worked faster than his brain.
"Yeah, I used to work with this agency? It wasn't really an agency but they always gave me a call when there were spots available around my neighborhood since I was a minor and couldn't go far, but I have good experience." Wooyoung said with a smile while locking his phone and turning to look at San. "You know anyone in need?"
"Me."
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San believes he only wants a babysitter until Wooyoung arrives with all the things he didn't knew he needed.
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22 Feb 2026
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And then, utterly unexpected, completely unintentional, it tumbles out of Wooyoung's mouth.
“Yes, daddy‒”
His world stutters on its axis until it comes to a screeching halt. Time freezes, as does his body.
Yunho's hips abruptly stop thrusting, his cock hot and heavy and hard coming to a stop within the younger.
“...What did you just call me?”
OR: Wooyoung accidentally utters a certain term during sex and refuses to repeat it. Yunho knows just what to do.
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21 Feb 2026
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A new hair color.
A long day of restraint.
A reminder that some games are meant to be won at night.Or
Wooyoung dyed his hair red without telling San, knowing exactly what this would do to him.
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19 Feb 2026
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When San wakes in the middle of the night, something is wrong. His senses too sharp, his instincts too loud, his control already slipping through his fingers. With rut crashing down on him without warning, all he wants is distance… even from the omega he’s already sworn himself to.
Wooyoung, however, has other ideas.
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05 Feb 2026
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What begins as trust turns into control, and Wooyoung finds himself wanting to be exactly where San puts him.
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San doesn’t move him.
He just looks down at him like this – Wooyoung on the rug between his knees, face resting against San’s thigh, cheek pressed into warm fabric. His head tilts back from there, eyes lifting to meet San’s, wide and unfocused, breath still uneven from the kiss he was pulled away from.
San’s thumb traces Wooyoung’s cheek. Then his jaw. Slowly.
He tilts his face a little higher, setting the angle, making sure Wooyoung has nowhere else to look.
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04 Feb 2026