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rps/rpf ateez yun↑hwa↓ (🔁❌) etc. + misc acg

https://archiveofourown.org/users/chaawa/pseuds/warinn
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wari @hwawari.bsky.social · Oct 30
man. never kill yourself.
hwawari.bsky.social
open.spotify.com/track/3kNstE...
Sophie
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December 14, 2025 at 4:43 AM
hwawari.bsky.social
something i'm watching refers to vampires as "bloodfiends" and fledglings as "kindreds" while the ones unable to successfully be turned are called "bloodbags"... they also have. squint. "family" dynamics that seem positively awful. even their covens are called families.
December 12, 2025 at 7:30 PM
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subtletyofyou.bsky.social
was i worth it, baby?

jung wooyoung/song mingi, 669 words, explicit

archiveofourown.org/works/75594611
two-toned, pixelated photo of wooyoung and mingi. mingi is in front of wooyoung and they're both looking off to the side. there's the title "was i worth it, baby?" and the brief summary "wooyoung will be that for mingi—different."
December 12, 2025 at 4:25 PM
hwawari.bsky.social
speaking of one-sided woohwa i revisited one that broke my brain. it’s more semi-requited than unrequited in this case ig but the essence of it is pretty much my vision, plus tension is off the roof and seonghwa is mentally ill in a way i’m extremely fond of 💞 archiveofourown.org/works/34178377
It starts from Seonghwa's lips, then his mouth, then Wooyoung moves forward, licking Seonghwa's chin and jaw, down his neck and to the collar of his shirt. He begins unbuttoning it and Seonghwa stays completely motionless, just like Wooyoung pointed out many times before. He pointed out, you're so tense. He pointed out, it's like I'm having sex with a doll. But it was never a complaint, just like it wasn't a compliment.
December 12, 2025 at 4:01 PM
hwawari.bsky.social
missing woohwa (one-sided woo→hwa specifically) like a mf but the remaining braincells i have for writing aren’t all that helpful. ough
December 11, 2025 at 8:02 AM
hwawari.bsky.social
man this is so devastating to watch
December 11, 2025 at 7:59 AM
hwawari.bsky.social
think about that one post on twt about aroace freak homoeroticism. op gets it so bad. two of my favorite flavors of which is undying ride-or-die loyalty à la master/servant and mutilation as an allegory to for learning about/coming to understand someone
December 11, 2025 at 3:51 AM
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subtletyofyou.bsky.social
posting a wip of a drabble because i like these two a lot and work is preventing progress 🐊
He's pulling his radio out to bother San when he sees him coming around the bend, out of the thicket, a person trailing after him and nodding as San excitedly talks and motions with his arms, one of which is suddenly pointing in Jongho's direction as they step onto the dock. The stranger looks up and their bright, reddish-orange hair lights up as they step away from the shade. They're so obviously a tourist that Jongho almost snorts, quickly cataloguing their bizzare attire. It's early autumn, yet they're bundled up as if about to step into a snow globe, not a swamp down South, with red, pointy boots peeking out from under black dress pants, a thick, wool sweater with orange flowers knitted into the pattern worn under an impeccable trench coat, all topped off with a multicolour, striped scarf wrapped around their neck so tight it makes Jongho want to loosen it himself. They look.... "Jongho!" yells San, putting a loud end to his examination though they're a few meters apart now. "This is Mr. Kim—Hongjoong!—Wooyoungie's friend!" he says, bouncing a little on his heels. "And get this! He booked the whole thing, didn't you hyung?" Jongho blinks at Mr. Kim, Hongjoong, hyung-just Hongjoong is fine, Jongho decides-who looks a bit flushed and opens his mouth as if to speak, but doesn't get to. "Hongjoong-hyung is a fashion designer and he's traveling for research. You've gotta teach him everything you know!" exclaims San, grinning as he looks at their customer in awe. Jongho can admit he is intrigued. San must know it too, if the assholey glint in his eyes and smirk is any indication.
December 10, 2025 at 3:00 PM
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sanenjoyer.bsky.social
WIP weds - it's a good sign when you like the soup 🙂‍↕️⚔️
snippet from my lore hongsan wip: Yeosang is unfailingly polite. It nearly makes Hongjoong feel bad for resenting him the way he does everything else around here, but his friend with the scowl — Wooyoung? — seems to be regarding him with the level of suspicion rival cats do one another in the street. He falls upon the hot drink and breakfast with gusto, the turn of his stomach settled by the appearance of warm broth, mushrooms and green onion floating in the cloudy suspension. "'M not a spy," Hongjoong says between glugs. "Not that you'll believe me. It just happens to be the truth." The soup is distractingly good, salty and savory. He raises the bowl to his lips with both hands to finish it all. "And he likes the soup," Yeosang says, turning his eyes to Wooyoung with significance.
December 10, 2025 at 5:33 PM
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nightsire.bsky.social
early #wipwednesday been working on Leviathan after not touching it for months

// seongjoong, siren seonghwa, pirate hongjoong, very very mild dubcon

enjoy seonghwa courting hongjoong and a glimpse of the first smut scene. hwa loves (needs) eye contact🥴
December 10, 2025 at 12:51 AM
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yamane-emiko.bsky.social
wipwed from Ring Pop // new minjccng coming later this month 🐥🐿️ "prove it."
Heavy footsteps thudded on the floorboards. Hongjoong glanced over his shoulder. Mingi leaned against the wall, cigarette resting lazy between his lips. Smoke curled around him, drifting toward the window and over Hongjoong’s summer flowers. A delicate gold chain pooled in the hollow of his throat. He looked like Adriano Panatta in the seventies—thighs thicker than Hongjoong’s waist, a forest-green polo with a Johnny collar stretched tight across his chest. An ace if there ever was one. “We have a new neighbor,” Hongjoong said, turning back to the flower box. “I liked the old one.” Hongjoong snipped a bluebell and dropped it into the tulipiere. He watched Mingi in his periphery. “He’s very good-looking.” Mingi’s eyes narrowed. “Better looking than me?” Hongjoong could feel Mingi’s temper rising. It made his heart race; it made him want to be mean. “Answer,” Mingi said, sharper now. Hongjoong faced him. “Give me a compliment, and maybe I’ll give you one.” Mingi pushed off the wall. “Your red hair suits you,” he said, cigarette bobbing with each word. “It makes you look like one of your little poppies.” Hongjoong took a step closer. “Try again.” Mingi’s eyes flashed—desire or anger. After ten years, Hongjoong still couldn’t tell the difference. The cigarette burned down. “I’ve never wanted a man the way I want you.” Desire, then. Hongjoong moved toward him until the smoke stung his nostrils. Closer still, until he had to tilt his head back to meet Mingi’s eyes. All his life he’d hated being small, but with Mingi, it was his power. He heard the change in Mingi’s breath. “Prove it.”
December 10, 2025 at 3:55 PM
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fishbowling.bsky.social
should i be mad too? (feat. yeosang)

part 2 in reply!
“If things were how you wanted them to be all the time, wouldn’t that take the fun–” “Shut up,” Mingi grunts, taking a hard left. It’s so aggressive the whole console shifts, Mingi’s bright red muscle car skidding on the screen. Wooyoung nearly falls from his place behind the seat. Somehow he regains his footing on the base of the arcade game and stiffens his biceps to better hold onto the orange plastic chair, firmly biting his tongue before he can ask Mingi what crawled up his ass and died this morning. Wooyoung knows good and well the most recent thing that’s been up Mingi’s ass is his own goddamn cock. He’s been deciding the pros and cons of having stuck it in there for the some-odd 22 hours since. So far, it’s not in Mingi’s favor. With 3 pros and 7 cons, it seems Mingi isn’t all Wooyoung thought he was cracked up to be. In fact, Wooyoung is genuinely impressed with how wrong he was about the man in front of him. Impressed but annoyed. Majorly annoyed. One of the highlighted, underlined, and starred pros on Wooyoung’s chart is that Mingi is unique. Wooyoung genuinely can’t pinpoint another person in his life who behaves like the man in front of him. He’s novel. It makes things entertaining. One of the cons, however, is that Mingi is a bitch. Upon their first meeting, Wooyoung had gone and made up this little story in his head where Mingi was cool and suave, but no. He’s a coward when it counts and so fucking sensitive. He’s chock full of nasty little comments, a good 1 in 5 of them making Wooyoung want to lunge for his jugular, if only just to teach him a lesson. The man is thoughtless about his words. Even worse, he can’t take the heat when Wooyoung tries to turn it into a game. Maybe that should be 5 cons. 3 to 12. Result? Mingi’s cooked. He should be grateful that this is Wooyoung’s favorite shitty dive bar, so he'd rather die than be the one to walk out. And he really needs the free drinks from San because of a delayed paycheck. And also it's freezing outside so he'd probably get hypothermia in his beat up leather jacket if he were to ignore a ride from Mingi. And worst of all, his favorite fucking hoodie is still at Mingi's apartment. There’s a lot of reasons he’s not going anywhere, okay? Despite making a majority of his living off street racing in a car that looks just like the one on screen, Mingi is ass at the video game he’s playing. Absolute dog shit. Wooyoung’s seen 7 year olds take cleaner turns. And fine, he knows the steering is over sensitive, and with all the jumps and power-ups, it’s nothing like gunning it down a highway stretch. Nothing like driving a real Charger or whatever Mingi had said like a pretentious fucking asshole. Wooyoung smirks when he hits a rock on the side of the course and his car flips. His foot being heavy on the gas does him no favors as he’s sent flying backwards. “Hey, stupid. You’re driving the wrong fucking way,” Wooyoung drawls. “Are you–!” Mingi slams down on the steering wheel with an open hand, the noise jarring. Wooyoung expected the outburst, but other patrons apparently didn’t. He grits his teeth when several pairs of eyes fall upon them. Fucking embarrassing. With frustration leaking out of every pore, Mingi stands up. “Fuck this. I’m getting a drink.” He stomps away, not even waiting for confirmation from Wooyoung. Not bothering to ask Wooyoung’s order. No offer to leave a message with San. Nada. Wooyoung watches his broad back aggressively slip past the crowd at the pool table, maybe hoping a teensy-tiny bit that he might remember common courtesy and turn around. He doesn’t. Wooyoung bares his teeth at the man on principle before sliding into the game’s chair. With one hand, he calmly guides Mingi’s car back in the right direction. As he drives, he finds a lot of satisfaction in being so much better than his date at his literal job. Right before Wooyoung crosses the finish line, Yeosang wanders over. Wooyoung had figured he was somewhere in the building. Probably vaping in the bathroom. Or dealing. Or doing both. The green haired man doesn’t say a word to Wooyoung, just leans against the side of the game, his hand around a clear cup of whatever the fuck he’s subjecting himself to in the name of a lesser hangover. “What?” Wooyoung asks once the leader board has popped up and he's so far down it, Mingi's name isn't even displayed. Yeosang shrugs and puts his drink to his lips. “Is this about my guest?” No reaction. “You hate him? You think he's annoying? You want to run a train on him? You want to fight him for my hand in marriage? You fucked his sister? You think his ass is nice?” The cup is lowered. “It is,” Yeosang says. Wooyoung is loath to admit his friend is correct. Mingi’s ass is extraordinary. He’ll probably jerk off to the way his fingers indented that thing as his cock was swallowed by it for months.
December 10, 2025 at 11:14 PM
hwawari.bsky.social
problematic lung capacity difference
December 10, 2025 at 7:35 AM
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22152984.xyz
hey loves 🌸 mentioned it yesterday but this trip FUCKED my finances and i'm in a really tight spot. i can't in any sort of good conscience ask for help after going on a concert trip so i wanted to explain the situation (its long, sorry) and i'll be opening emergency commissions (link at end of 🧵)
December 10, 2025 at 1:57 AM
hwawari.bsky.social
not an extremely big fan of how the fandom goes about the momhwa agenda but in my brain i like to take it as a commitment to his caretaker role that results in him making decisions “for the better” and disregarding how others may feel about that
December 9, 2025 at 5:27 PM
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fishbowling.bsky.social
hammertoskull.mp3
SH: It’s wrong, San! Don’t try to defend it! This has gone from giving us an upperhand on the ground to seeing how far we can push science! Push you! SN: Hyung. I like being pushed. SH: This isn’t some science fair chemical combination. You’re not just going to get sick from this. It's gene altering. It's life altering. SN: I know. It… it feels really good. All of it. I feel good. My body feels good. Being this strong feels good. Getting the shot is euphoric, seriously. Seriously, hyung. Feeling the chemical spread under my skin, the slight burn when it starts leaking into my muscles. I can feel it, you know. The growth. It’s like a good workout, but so much better. Everything feels so warm and tight and there’s this subtle ache and... fuck. Yeah. Feels good, hyung. That’s why I like it. SH: You’re addicted to it. SN: Addicted to it? This is all I’ve ever wanted. So why’d you stay, hyung? Actually? We both know what happens after I get the shots. Why they turn off the cameras and leave me alone. [PAUSE] What? Say it. SH: Because your dopamine and testosterone levels increase. Drastically. SN: And? SH: Your amygdala… Highlights– lights up. It lights up. It means you’re aroused. SN: Good. Hyungie, if you stay, don’t get scared. Remember it's just me. I want this. Please.
December 9, 2025 at 6:33 AM
hwawari.bsky.social
entomologist yunho and fairy seonghwa… something with pinning and vivisection
December 8, 2025 at 6:15 AM
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fishbowling.bsky.social
shit's too easy to be this complicated
“Out of everything you could've said to me, you landed on that?” Jongho gapes and Mingi knows he's done the unthinkable, the irredeemable. He's gone from his toes dipped in hot water up to his neck. He won't come back from this without being covered in burns. There was a point in time, months ago, when the sun rose slowly and the cold kept Jongho wrapped in Mingi's comforter, where things were good. Easy at least. Expectations went as far as Mingi knowing how to use his dick or his hand or his hole. His words didn't matter. He thinks they didn't matter. Jongho was there for the warmth they shared, not riveting conversations or life changing moments of love that lingered beneath their skin. Love wasn't part of the equation. Lust was the variable and derivative. Its presence was the only way their relationship made sense. The words shouldn't matter. “Jongho, don't take it like that. I was just, like, y’know, stating the obvious. It's not personal.” But it is personal. He can see it etched on Jongho's face, the harshness of his clenched jaw and the slant of his brows. Mingi is glad they're separated by the kitchen island. He's glad he doesn't have his contacts in or glasses on. He doesn't want to have to take in Jongho's frustration in 20/20. Blurred, it might hurt less. “That we can't get dinner because we're hooking up? That's obvious?” Jongho asks and Mingi swallows down a billion answers. He spits up one. “I mean, isn't it? That's like a date thing. People who date get dinner.” It's quickly proven to be wrong. “What about friends?” “We're not– I mean– you said that you wanted to keep this casual. That it wasn't serious or, like, a relationship of any kind. I’m not taking it seriously like you asked.” Their first meet up. The haze of winter. Fresh snow on the ground. The first thing Jongho had done upon entering Mingi's apartment was turn up the thermostat. The second was to tell Mingi he wasn't looking for something serious. “Let's keep things casual, Mingi-ssi. Can I call you hyung?” Mingi had allowed it. Allowed Jongho so close to his loneliness. Never a cure. Like a star between his sheets, gone with the sun. Casual. Persistent but casual. Sex was the motivation. Never him. Never them. There is no us, just you and me and the organs between our legs, my neediness laid bare and the desire you hide so well. Jongho pinches the bridge of his nose. “Are you fucking kidding me?” No, Mingi wants to say, you said that. I heard you say that. But he doesn't. Because that answer would be wrong too. “So, hyung, here's the deal, we have this thing, that people who interact for an extended period form, called a relationship,” Jongho drawls, and it's patronizing. Mingi feels it crawl up his spine and whisper in his ear that he's so fucking stupid. It irks him. “And that relationship is curated through actions and boundaries. So when you fuck me for months!” Jongho's volume echoes off the cabinets and into Mingi's chest. “Whether you like it or not! We have a relationship! Do not use me saying I didn't want to date you as some bullshit reason to tell me we have nothing!” “We met on an app!” Mingi cries, frustration billowing out like smoke. It's not a solid argument. It's nothing he can take and beat Jongho over the head with. It will dissipate. He knows. He knows, but he can't fix it. Jongho doesn't give him a chance. He was never given a fucking chance with Jongho. “And? I’ve slept in your bed just about every weekend since December! But you can't get dinner with me. Because what? Because what, hyung? And don't just mangle my boundaries and recite them back to me.” Apathy usually takes Mingi's hand, leading him through conflict. He doesn't know why anger’s claws grip so tightly now, why he can feel it pressing down upon every organ, coiling inside of him. An outlet is needed. “Let me remind you how you defined our relationship,” Mingi hisses, stepping around the counter, using his few inches to loom. Jongho says he likes how big he is, but he hopes he hates it now. Hope he regrets ever bedding a man who might just be able to pretend he can win this fight. “We fuck, Jongho. We fuck and it's good and you said you didn't want anything else. You made the call so I don't understand why you're yelling at me about saying no to dinner!” The stillness that follows traps Mingi like sticky sap turned amber. Jongho glares, clearer with the lack of distance. Demeaning. Uncaring. The anger fossilizes. It will not be forgotten. Jongho could beg or plead but it would need to be pried away from Mingi's sides. It's not like Jongho would ever beg or plead for Mingi anyway. Not like that. Only when sex is involved. “You're an idiot,” Jongho says. It bites. Mingi feels hot blood trickle down his throat, adrenaline roaring in his ears, pain warping under its control. “I'm leaving.”
December 7, 2025 at 8:32 PM
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subtletyofyou.bsky.social
guess who's gonna eat the world?

park seonghwa/song mingi, 1.6k, explicit

archiveofourown.org/works/75397156
guess who's gonna eat the world? by subtlety of you. Summary: Seonghwa wants to live deliciously. Mingi can help. rating and tags for the fic
December 7, 2025 at 7:16 PM
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subtletyofyou.bsky.social
perverted monsterfucker seonghwa and, well, an interested mingi. this one got away from me 👹

cw / brief mentions of light bullying
(think i'll post this on the archive, it's too long for alt text on the first photo, apologies!)
A short, surprised laugh pushes past Seonghwa's lips, more breath than sound, and Mingi turns to him. He puts his book down and smiles, getting up. The eye contact distracts Seonghwa from how alone they suddenly are. Mingi stops next to his desk, grin still on his lips, softer now. The walls push in a little. "Can I sit with you?" he asks, and Seonghwa nods. They eat their lunch in silence, or Seonghwa does. He offers Mingi some of his but the other refuses politely. He can tell Mingi is looking at him for most of the break. He imagines this is as close as he'll get to feeling like a petri dish. There's a little sweat collecting on his temple, and everything feels too intense in his head for the nothing happening. Mingi notices his abandoned e-reader. "Did I interrupt?" he asks, nodding in its direction. "I can leave if you want to read." Seonghwa is shaking his head no before he finishes his sentence. "That's alright, I just started this one, so nothing interesting yet," he says, wanting Mingi to stay longer. His hands are bigger up close. His lips look soft, cared for. "What's it about?" Mingi asks, still smiling, and Seonghwa comes back to himself. "Oh... it's a random fantasy book I got on sale, standard stuff," he lies badly, discomposed. No one at work has ever asked that. Seonghwa has fantasised about this exact scenario, but not with Mingi and not now, with the gay, predatory siren erotica inches away from Mingi's big fucking hand. "I like fantasy," Mingi says, voice amused, and Seonghwa gets the irrational feeling that he somehow knows. Are they closer than a second ago? "Do you read high fantasy? Or is it more supernatural focused? Creatures of the night and the like?" Seonghwa swallows. He's holding Mingi's gaze and it feels heavy. He can hear his heart beating. Why is he so nervous? Mingi doesn't move closer, doesn't reach for the book, doesn't push, but Seonghwa feels like a rabbit in the hound's line of sight. Lightheaded because the thought makes his blood pool lower. "I read a lot about creatures," he whispers. His skin is cold. "What creatures, hyung? Can I call you hyung?" Mingi's voice is deeper than Seonghwa's, enveloping his brain. His face is a little fuzzy around the edges. Reality shifts in place around them. He hears the clock tick on the wall and has no idea how much time has passed. "Please do." God, what is happening. "Um, all sorts I guess, werewolves, vampires, sirens, aliens, cryptids, that sort of thing..." he trails off. He doesn't understand why he's telling Ming this. "Quite the range," Mingi comments, amused, voice deeper as he continues, "Are you scared when you read about them, hyung? Does it make your heart race?" he asks, buttery tone filtering into Seonghwa's mind heavily. He's hard in his slacks. What the fuck is happening? "What?" he whispers, no force behind the word. Mingi keeps his gaze on Seonghwa, calm as if he were asking about the weather. "I asked if you're afraid." "Of you?" Seonghwa asks without knowing why. It's not what Mingi meant, or... He just cocks an eyebrow, as if to say 'well?' "Yes," he says after a few beats, and it's the truth. Mingi leans into his space, every part of him still while Seonghwa shakes and feels like he's being pulled apart by an invisible force. He comes in close, face disappearing in the crook of Seonghwa's shoulder but not touching any part of him. His breath sends shivers erupting all over Seonghwa's clammy skin. Mingi breathes him in. "You are," he says, pleased. "I can hear how your blood rushes." "Please, Mingi," Seonghwa says, uncomfortable in his pants and in his heart, Mingi's presence overwhelming him in every way but the one he needs. "What would you like, Seonghwa?" A hand is laid on his thigh and he shuts his eyes, desperate. A sharp nail under his chin raises his face so he may look into endless eyes and speak his wish. "You'll have to say it," he says. Seonghwa knows the answer to this one. It isn't hard to admit what is so plainly clear, so logical. There is no other wish but this. "I want you." Mingi smiles. His teeth are all sharp, and there are many. Seonghwa wants him so badly his brain is melting in his skull. Wants him in his mouth, to fill it with those beringed fingers, wants him inside and all over. A claw slips past his lips while another slices his pants. Seonghwa moans when he feels it graze his hard cock. Mingi comes in close again and he's the air itself, water in Seonghwa's lungs, dirt in his throat, fire in his veins. His tongue is sharp and long, and it curls around Seonghwa's earlobe. And what do you know of devils, hyung?
December 7, 2025 at 3:41 PM
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subtletyofyou.bsky.social
angsty, potentially-toxic-but-hey-they're-in-love woogi sex because the lyrics of chill kill are Not what i thought they were hshdh
Looking back, Wooyoung thinks he might have foreseen this - even after the breakup, the crying, the blocked numbers, he saw in Mingi's eyes that they'd get back here someday. What he couldn't see, one of many details that escaped his view and came back around with velocity, was that it would feel like this. Good. Mingi always feels good. Hot, enveloping, eager, a little pathetic, just right. Wooyoung holds his hips in place meanly, can't help teasing even now that he's the one begging, and it's like old times for a second. His old self slips through and Wooyoung watches himself drag pliant Mingi back on his cock, eyes focused on every expression of his face. There's drawn eyebrows, slick lips and that openness in his expression that makes all of Wooyoung's innards feel uncomfortable. There's anger too, and all of this Wooyoung inventories for the first time because he's better now, or worse, or just different. Wooyoung will be that for Mingi - different. He regrets their first go at it. Not so much the situation/relation-ship-fuckbuddy thing they had going on-no, not the hazy fucks in his apartment, not hearing his name whimpered by the guy who looked like he might've been mean to Wooyoung in highschool, so small under his touch, so soft and open, so kind and ready to love... No, Wooyoung regrets what he'd done with all Mingi had given him. He'd told Mingi at the end that they had to stop because you're clearly too fucking attached, housed too much affection when he looked at Wooyoung, and that wasn't what they'd agreed on. Mingi had cried and raised his voice for the very first time,and worst of all, he left. Wooyoung had never felt such absence. He'd told himself they weren't a good fit, that Mingi was too clingy, too homely, too much. That he knew even then he was lying didn't matter to Wooyoung, because he was scared, is scared now too as Mingi moans and arches off the bed, grinds down and looks up at him through wet lashes. (continued on the next picture) The hurt burns in his eyes but he's colder than he used to be. Wooyoung wonders if Mingi has changed within these months too, or if he's just gotten better at sharing his warmth with deserving people. He isn't worthy yet but he indulges, hungry for Mingi, trails his fingers all over his chest and kneads his skin while fucking into him slowly. There's a chance Mingi won't forgive him and it aches everywhere, his heart sore like an overexerted muscle. He knows there are tears rolling down his face because they land on Mingi's navel and melt into him. Salt is all Wooyoung's ever given him. Mingi must see Wooyoung's regret, sees right through his skin into the recess of his pitiful fear. It's an ugly sight, Wooyoung is sure. Hollow and dark where Mingi lights up the sun itself, icy and cagey where Mingi is honest and loving. He's flayed open under Mingi's scrutiny, begging with every pulse of blood in his veins and every twitch of muscle to be given the chance he doesn't deserve. I'll be better, he tries, I promise, I promise, I'm sorry, and Mingi kisses him, holds him close like he maybe believes him. Wooyoung is spent raw when Mingi pulls off, neither having come, Mingi still hard. Wooyoung asks if he can suck him off, but he shakes his head no and tells him to watch if he wants. Wooyoung wants anything Mingi is willing to give. He doesn't get hard again but feels tingly all over as Mingi drags his big hand over his big cock he doesn't like to use, looking at Wooyoung with that openness, the love there mixing with the anger that now lives alongside it in an endless fission Wooyoung wants to decay under. He feels warm again, maybe for the first time all the way through. He'll burn forever if Mingi will allow it.
December 7, 2025 at 6:09 AM
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nightsire.bsky.social
// 2choi, ambiguous hard drug use, overdose

the swarm of fire ants had long dissipated from his veins, their small bodies transmuting into a dense euphoria that drowned his mind. he sunk deep into it and let it carry him away into nothing.
December 7, 2025 at 4:11 AM
hwawari.bsky.social
if my brain cooperates tonight maybe i’ll do something about it….. warm-up for another mandatory project
hwawari.bsky.social wari @hwawari.bsky.social · 9d
the guy himself handfeeding me fic material again. thank y
yunho’s hands in sheer gloves
December 7, 2025 at 1:35 AM
hwawari.bsky.social
the guy himself handfeeding me fic material again. thank y
yunho’s hands in sheer gloves
December 6, 2025 at 9:17 PM
hwawari.bsky.social
somehow survived up to page ~90… i have a bit more to go but i got a better grasp on what the comedy part is supposed to be and that made the depression worse
hwawari.bsky.social wari @hwawari.bsky.social · 13d
i was 2 pages into kafka’s metamorphosis and it already made me sad omg it’s all david cronenberg and his foreword’s fault
December 6, 2025 at 6:40 PM