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Hyunjin has been at JYPE psychiatric facility for six months, and he has no intention of leaving. He's perfectly happy deflecting questions about his feelings, tonguing his meds, and sharing a singular (illegal) iPod nano with Jisung, Seungmin, and Innie. So what if he can't exactly remember chunks of his childhood, and so what if the mere notion of rejection makes him want to rip his hair out? So what if he's running out time before he's passed on to the next inpatient hospital?
Felix has been a dancer for the Poirot Ballet since he was thirteen, and he has no plans of stopping dance (or his determined path towards perfection) any time soon, no matter how much his body wants to take him out of the game. So when he's sentenced to two weeks of mandatory inpatient treatment for a supposed 'Adderall dependency', he's less than thrilled. After all, he's been nothing but a perfect, moldable, emotionless doll for years. How is he supposed to fake a sickness he doesn't have, while keeping his actual 'illness' secret?
And why does that asshole Hwang Hyunjin have to be so goddamn beautiful?
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Minho hadn't seen another soul in a while, at least not another living soul, and then Felix came into his home after getting seperated from his friends.
Felix didn't leave.
That was the only good thing that had happened to Minho since the end of the world. Felix was the best thing that could have happened to him in the apocalypse.Or: two frightened kittens have a run in years after the world was overrun by zombies and fall in love
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- Part 1 of Bottom Minho Bingo Works
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“I just… I just wished you could look at me the same way you look at him.”
It was enough.
Minho’s grip went slack, his fingers slipping away like they couldn’t bear to touch Felix anymore. He took a step back, then another — like the very idea of being too close to Felix was unbearable.
And Felix couldn’t take it. Not anymore.
That widening gap between them — it was all the answer he had been running from for years.
Before Minho could even find his voice, Felix ran. His heart plummeted straight to his stomach, legs turning to jelly beneath him.
Milan was Hell, and Felix had just sunk to its core.Or: Between Milan and Chicago, Felix figures out that feelings have a way of showing up. Whether you talk about them or not.
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what started off as seungcheerleader smut with felix, developed with a little plot
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“Meanwhile,” Chan says while letting his hands wander higher up Felix’s chest, pinching his perky nipples, “you can be good for me, right?”
Felix is already moaning and nodding repeatedly all over again, but Chan continues. “Why don’t you keep Daddy warm until he’s finished? Can you do that for me, baby?”
“Yes,” Felix lets out, hurriedly taking off his shorts and kicking them off somewhere behind them, “yes, God, yes.”
He’s a fucking brat, but even more than that, he’s so fucking desperate; too eager to please to have any shame left. Too bad it turns Chan on even more.
Felix has been acting like a brat all day long. Chan decides to find a way to make him shut up. It leads to them discovering something new about themselves.