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For someone who claims not to want much out of life, Maeda Riku has always been strangely devoted to preserving things. New notebooks remain empty. Gifts stay unused. And a camera sits forgotten for months while he waits for a moment special enough to deserve it. Then a foreign country introduces him to Kim Daeyoung, and the moments begin arriving faster than he can capture them. What starts as a simple collection of polaroids slowly becomes proof that he was moving toward something all along.
Bookmarked by wolfbit
29 Jun 2026
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another banger from stolenjelly gosh i love this so bad T__T
also the part that hit me personally…
"What if I’m just running away from something because it’s hard?" he asked. "Or worse, what if I stay and realize too late that I wasted years being miserable, only to find there’s nothing else waiting for me?" His sleeve brushed Riku’s wrist as he gestured vaguely toward the skyline. "How are you supposed to know when it’s the right time to jump?" -
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watching riku flirt with someone else at their year-end student club party should not bother daeyoung as much as it does. he doesn't really mean anything to him, after all.
so, daeyoung escapes into the cold night before his jealousy can give him away -only for riku to come after him.
day 3 of #jaeriweek26: night walks + jealousy
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Bookmarked by wolfbit
26 Jun 2026
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this is beautiful i need 827374956 more of these
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Riku never questioned the platonic practice kisses he shared with Daeyoung—they were simply part of an easy, lifelong friendship he adored.
But when Yushi finds out his two best friends have been casually making out with each other, he just looks at him like he’s lost his mind, so Riku starts to rethink everything. Maybe it was never just practice.
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“It’s Riku, by the way,” he said with a glint in his eyes. Before he could react, he was gone in seconds, probably comforted by the leather cushions of the car.
Riku.
The name stayed with him as he walked. It was simple and small, yet it made him see and hear the city differently somehow. Everything felt soft and restless. As he walked away, Daeyoung caught himself repeating it under his breath, not out of habit but like a secret he wasn’t ready to let go of yet.
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au where riku is a sex worker hanging out around the corner of the red streetlights and daeyoung is a rookie cop trying to hide his identity from the person he is falling for.Bookmarked by wolfbit
06 Jun 2026
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so beautiful so well-written i need this fic injected in my veins I WOULD LOVE TO READ IT ALL OVER AGAIN please crippling attention span get away from me… sobs
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Three has always been Riku's lucky number: all good things came in threes, including Daeyoung.
Especially Daeyoung.