that side blog

"Shh," Hyunjin hushes when he starts to talk again. Apologize maybe. Say he skipped threesome etiquette lessons, didn't get the handbook.

He grazes two fingers over the back of Chan's wrist and leaves them there. His eyes are unfocused, listening. The hook shimmers over velvety synths and he wonders if Hyunjin picked up much English in school, or if sex playlists are just a universal language. His pulse thrums softly where their skin meets. He used to think Hyunjin had an unfriendly face, among other things, but watching him now he thinks maybe Felix was right. He’s just, intense. 

the hyunchanlix (which is to say the hyunlix collides with the chanlix and irresistibly yields hyunchan)

In a cave by the sea he said, I hope I never see you again. He wanted to beg, please outlive me.

He bit his tongue, in the end. The gods are always listening, and it’s dangerous to offer them anything that sounds like a prayer.

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