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❝ Give yourself some GRACE, Tae. Your fans love what you come up with. Americans eat FATES up. Believe me ... I feel like you guys get way more traction here than you'd think. ❞

americans did, for whatever reason, enjoy them. there was something about fates that brought them out of the woodworks a lot of the time.

ㅤ ❝ Nah ... I don't want you begging for anything. Here, let me see it. I'm sure it's stellar as always, but I get the worry. ❞

"now— whenever did i say i wanted out of the limelight?" she laughs as she finishes the last of her social media post for the day, tucking away her phone as she lounges back into her seat— a grin on her lips as pink heart-shaped shades settle on him.

while most of lyla's career has been steeped in idol and music production, she's equally qualified to do pretty much anything she desires to dip her toes into. many have said she's earned her rest— but rest has never been part of her vocabulary.

"hm— i guess it looks like that, huh? why so curious?"

' it's just what i've heard. '

which is true. most of what he knew of her was heard through third parties. in truth, this was the first time he'd officially met her. but everyone that he'd talked to about her had nothing but nice things to say. his fingers tap lightly against his cheek as he watches her, lips pulling into a small smile.

they can't help the chuckle that slips past their lips at the bashful expression on the other, eyes smiling at the response. minsu is never one to hold back on a compliment, his thoughts on it being that a little moment like so goes a long way for most.

besides, what is the point of beauty if not to be admired and praised? why keep such comments to yourself when it's free to just say so in the open?

self consciousness was always something that taeho had struggled with. from the time he was a child to current day, he found himself often feeling guilty when receiving a compliment, almost like he hadn't blended in well enough to deflect such things.

it was silly and soo told him all the time that he needed to be more accepting of things that were so clearly truths. but alas, his brain simply didn't work that way.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDangerous ; they could EASILY get caught. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTen, is all I need. A promise, itself. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Something to keep the energy going.

They're pressed taut to wall, their fingers lingering at his hips. They're amused, in the same way they always were. Looking at them as a PAIR, one would assume that Young - Soo was often the initiate. Little did they know, of Tae's burning desire for them, ALWAYS. He's tugged into another kiss, Pure - Kind starved for his touch, lingering, intense, any way he was willing to give it.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Glad to hear it. ❞

some of the fun for taeho was the fact that they could get caught. there was something about the high of being found that had him aching to be inside soo more than he already did.

everyone always assumed that soo was the instigator, that they were the one that dragged tae into these little trysts. but in fact, taeho was the one that often started them. often he found his urges hard to ignore and there was a burning need to be alone with them.

there is an urgency in movement, only removing the needed garments that blocked them from what they desired most. each thing is pulled aside or tugged down, buttons undone and zippers pulled down. it's not long before he's pressing against young-soo and forehead dropping to their shoulder as he hisses a little at the skin contact. fingers dance from hip, tracing over exposed skin lightly.

even if they have to be quick, he can take a moment to appreciate them, to show them that this isn't just a quick fuck.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHE SHADOWS, YEAH, THEY ㅤㅤㅤKEEP ME PRETTY, LIKE A MOVIE STAR !

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