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"I want to have you right now." Donghyuck said lowly against Renjun's parted lips.
Renjun's eyebrows raised, surprised by how forward Donghyuck was being. "Right here, huh? On my beach towel? Where anybody could see us?"
"Why not?" Donghyuck's voice was gentle as he pressed their mouths together, interrupting every other word that Renjun was trying to say.
—The thought of finding a person new to date makes Renjun feel physically ill, but time is running out for him and his family expects him to bring home a partner sooner rather than later. The omega he dislikes the most, Donghyuck, shows up to prove that Renjun might be more ready than he thought.
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16 Jul 2026
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Renjun hates Haechan. Haechan thinks Renjun hates her. Haechan fucks Renjun. Renjun doesn't hate her anymore.
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14 Jul 2026
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Renjun's job is simple on paper: keep Ferrari's most talented, most volatile driver on track, on strategy, and out of the headlines.
He is exceptional at the first two.
Nobody put in his contract what to do when Donghyuck starts driving like he’s trying to outrun a Mercedes that isn't even on track. Nobody also warns him that "managing the driver" will eventually mean sitting in a hotel room at 3 a.m., watching Donghyuck come apart like he never does in front of cameras.
Renjun is good at his job, right up until ‘this cannot affect the grand prix’ turns into a lie they both keep telling each other, one won race at a time.
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14 Jul 2026
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Renjun doesn't like Chenle. He just likes omegas like Chenle, who tend to be docile and sweet. Sunny demeanor and can hold a good conversation. Overly physically affectionate and likes to rest their hands on your thighs, or cuddle up to your side.
Three Long Island Iced Teas, two glasses of wine, and one dead boyfriend later, Renjun and Chenle are stuck in the middle of nowhere during Chenle’s heat.
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12 Jul 2026
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“Really?” Renjun challenges, turning the sink off. “Come on, Chenle. I know you. Tell me the truth. How long has it been, a week? Two?”
“You want the truth?” Chenle drops the sponge in the sink, gripping the edge of the counter in frustration. “Five months.”
or; renjun helps out a friend in need
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11 Jul 2026