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Enhypen finally get their long-overdue vacation, a rare stretch of freedom after months of comebacks and relentless schedules. They decide to spend the last week of work on a camping trip: seven days of laughter, late-night talks, and raw, unfiltered content for their fans. It’s meant to be simple, a chance to breathe and reconnect, both as a group and with themselves.
But some shadows refuse to be forgotten. The forest seems to hum with an unspoken tension, and the air around Sunoo carries a weight that never quite lifts. Moments of stillness feel watched, and familiar places seem edged with something unfamiliar, patient, and persistent. What begins as a carefree adventure slowly twists, the freedom they sought fraying at the edges under a presence that lingers, unseen but undeniable, pressing quietly against every step Sunoo takes.
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Riki popped out from the door frame, eyebrows raising when he spotted Sunoo beside him, back against the wall and clutching his sketchbook to his chest.
One hand holding onto the top of the doorpost and the other resting on the buckle of his belt, Riki’s eyes traveled over his body dangerously slowly.
Sunoo learned two things about Nishimura Riki that day. One, that he was a prideful, judgemental rake of the highest order, and two, he was absolutely, infuriatingly handsome.
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Catholic boys are never good boys.
They drink. They do drugs. They fuck. They kill.
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Kim Sunoo is an innocent young boy in an old ugly world, harbouring big dreams. And a bigger crush on actor Park Sunghoon. He aspires to become an actor just like him, share the frame and the fame with him.
But what he ends up becoming is a model.
And a mistress.
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Sunghoon was just about to fall back asleep, even despite the fact that he could just barely start to feel his rut begin to simmer, his fingers still idly playing when his nail caught on the edge of the scent patch, pulling it back hardly a centimeter before Sunghoon realized what he had done, blinked back to life and quickly smoothed it back on.
But it was too late. Sunoo’s contented and sleepy omega scent had just barely hit his nose before he was abruptly sitting up, covering his face with his hand as he forced himself to hold his breath so he wouldn’t take it in.
But still he could feel his rut flare deep in his stomach, responding to Sunoo’s peach blossoms like a siren’s song. He forced himself to inch backwards, breathing only out of his mouth so he wouldn’t lose control, pulling his scent back until he made himself nauseous from the strength it took.
“Hyungie?”