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Hongjoong went straight to the “MEN” tab on the website and clicked on it, having exhausted the limited options he had on the homepage. He looked around for a while, trying to find thumbnails that caught his attention long enough to click on it, but ended up moving from one stream to another with little success. He groaned in frustration, feeling enough arousal to keep looking but not enough to actually make him want to get off.
He was about to close the browser, having decided to just jerk off on his own so he could get some quick release and go to sleep, when a flash of pink caught his attention. A new thumbnail had appeared on top of the page. The image was pretty small, so all he could see clearly was a mop of fluffy pink hair and a beautiful smile.
He clicked on it before his brain could even process the information, almost dropping the phone on his face in his hurry.
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Minho hums his approval as his hands shuffle around Jisung’s waist, adjusting his grip. Jisung feels his fingers dip slightly below his waistband, sprawled out wide, securing a stronger grip on his hip to throw from.
He sucks in a shallow breath.
“You’ve got this, Jisung. Push into me and spot my hands.”
Jisung nods. “You're gonna catch me?”
“Of course I am.”
The journey of competitive, all-star, cheerleaders, Minho and Jisung, to win it all—and maybe fall in love along the way.
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“He’ll probably cry,” Hyunjin mouthes the words against the back of his friend’s knee where the skin is paper-thin and his freckles more faint, laced together with veins. It’s a thought looped back to the one he’d relished like candy, the one about his boyfriend dying at the sight of them, “That’s the prettiest fucking thing. He blushes like he’s burning, you can feel the heat of it without even having to touch him.”
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Hyunjin invites Felix to share in Changbin and his noona thing. The cheerleading costumes are not mandatory, but they are cute.
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“Oh shit—quick! Make a wish!” Jisung grabs Minho’s shoulder and jumps in place. He squeezes his eyes shut, nose wrinkled in concentration, previous conversation forgotten.
“What’d you wish for?” Minho asks, voice too soft, too reverent. Shit, he really can’t help himself.
Jisung peeks one eye open. “Aish, for you to stop looking at me like that,” he whines.
“Like what?”
Jisung circles his wrist and swings their arms lazily. The pressure of his touch sends shocks up and down Minho’s forearm.
“Like that.”
“With my eyes?”
“Seriously, hyung. Stop perceiving me.”
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minho doesn't believe wishes can come true...
until Jisung turns invisible.
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"I'm sorry for calling, but I think I've found your cat's collar in my garden."
"Oh - " he shifts Nyang's tail from his face and looks at the fluffy black bundle on his pillow, who is very definitely not wearing a collar. "Buddy, why are you naked?"
"Excuse me?" the man on the other end of the phone splutters.
"No! No, sorry… I was talking to my cat," Wooyoung sits up. "He's not wearing his collar."
"I know that," the man replies curtly, "I am currently holding it."
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Are kittens an acceptable house warming gift? Jung Nyang seems to think so.
When Choi San moves into the neighbourhood at the start of the the hottest summer on record, Jung Wooyoung and his cat make the worst first impression.