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You really shouldn’t be trash-talking on a game when you know your next-door neighbour is easily agitated. Seungmin, however, knows better but still continues to play either way.
Playing with Minho's buttons, that is.
Or: It's game night and they're next-door neighbours. What could a little trash-talking do wrong?
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16 Jun 2026
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Minho knows he's irresistible, and he uses it to get what he wants--that being, of course, the dicking of a lifetime from every member of his group, while being a little mean about it. After all, if the man he's so graciously allowing to fuck him isn't begging for it in tears, then what's even the point?
Or, in simpler terms: dom bottom Lee Know makes his bandmates cry.
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- Part 1 of anon mimo fics
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16 Jun 2026
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“Why don’t you start by telling me a few things you’d like to try? Anything that you’d like me to do to you.”
And shit, that simple sentence coming out of Minho’s mouth makes Seungmin’s head spin a little. He clears his throat and looks out onto the floor, afraid of what he’ll say if he has to look Minho in the eyes. He takes a moment to observe the various scenes happening below him, trying to insert himself into them and see where he fits. His eyes linger on a sub being restrained to a St. Andrew’s Cross. He starts there.
“I think I’d…” Seungmin swallows and tries again. He needs to be as confident as he can manage. He knows the rules for these kinds of negotiations. He has to be sure. “I’d like to be tied up.”
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14 Jun 2026
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Accounting Manager Seo Changbin is a master of keeping his cool. Too bad his assistant manager, Kim Seungmin, is an absolute master at making him lose it.
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11 Jun 2026
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“Hyung,” he softly, shakily calls, wringing the hem of his hoodie with one fist and the alpha’s sleeve with his other, digging his nails in as if letting go means losing himself to his heat forever. He looks to the side, ignoring how close his own face is in the mirror, and meets a confused pair of eyes that slowly morph into concern, then plunge into recognition.
Tendrils of citrusy panic instantly take shape, but all Jisung’s heat-addled mind can conjure up in response is a mantra of 'safe alpha, safe alpha'. His eyelids flutter shut, he bites his lip, and leans in to be that much closer to safety, to heaven. He’s sweet. So sweet. Tasty. Good. And so, so very safe. Jisung knows he can trust this alpha to catch him from this slip, from this metaphorical fall.
“My heat’s early, hyung. ‘M sorry.”
Or; Jisung goes into heat while filming a dance practice video. Thing is, only his hyungs know he's an omega.
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- Part 1 of wishes-verse
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07 Jun 2026