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At Yeonhwa High, hatred is the only currency that matters. Jung Wooyoung is a silver-pierced disaster who lives for the thrill of the fight and Choi San is the rival who wants to break him. Their relationship is a brutal cycle of bloodied knuckles and jagged breaths but as the line between violence and desire begins to blur, they realize that the only thing more addictive than a punch is each other.
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Bookmarked by flyingtrash
18 Sep 2026
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"Who the hell’s that?” San frowned and nodded with his head in the general direction.
A bucket of beers in each hand, metal pails swinging as he walked across the room, dancing a little as he went. He had on a sleeveless top, framing around his tan shoulders and muscles as they strained while carrying the drinks, and it didn’t even make it all the way to his jeans, because a sliver of his stomach was peeking through as he moved. And his jeans, if they could be called that because they were more like a second layer of skin, were so tight against his ass, bedazzled pockets and white threading shining in the reflective club lights, followed his beat with every step.
“Oh. That’s Wooyoung, he’s one of the new bartenders here.”
“He’s a bartender…?” San raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Looks more like a shot girl to me.”
or: don't wear the hat if you can't handle the ride ;)
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- Part 1 of When It Rains, It Pours
Bookmarked by flyingtrash
07 Sep 2026
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“You’re so annoying,” Wooyoung whispered, though his hands betrayed him as they lingered on San’s chest, fingers toying with the soft fabric of his shirt.
“And you love it.”
Wooyoung’s lips parted for a sharp retort, but it never came. Because San wasn’t wrong. And the worst part? He knew it.
His gaze flicked over San’s face, then down the narrow galley toward the lavatory door. The small, occupied sign remained dark. Empty. Convenient.
A terrible idea.
But then, Wooyoung had never been one for self-restraint. “Fine.” The word came out in a low murmur, his fingers curling around San’s wrist. “But if we get caught, I’m telling Yeosang this was your idea.”
San's grin widened, all too pleased. “Deal.”
⋆⭒˚｡⋆✈︎ Or—
Wooyoung and San join the Mile-High club.Series
- Part 3 of Horizon Airlines
Bookmarked by flyingtrash
21 Aug 2026
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The younger slows down when he realizes San isn't undressing and smirks but his cheeks still flush prettily. “You're looking at me like you're hungry, Choi San. What's got you on prowl?”
He says the last part quietly like he's shy but San knows it's because Wooyoung knows what happens when he's in one of these moods.
“Someone was moaning all sweet during practice. Got my mind racing.” His eyes fixate, low and dark, on the bend and flex of Wooyoung's abs as he pulls off his socks.
“Really?” He giggles, tossing his jeans and underwear to the floor while holding eye contact.
“You seemed to hold it together pretty well. Should keep that up.” He disappears into the shower stall, squeaking when the water comes on cold.
“Little brat.”
“You should tell me what you were thinking about.”
San removes his own clothes slowly, watching Wooyoung's shadow lean against the wall. “Might boost your ego too much.”
“Please, you're gonna wax poetic about how pretty I am later anyway.”
Touche.
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16 Aug 2026
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He doesn’t need to look at the head table to know that San is watching him. He feels it the way a rabbit feels the shadow of a hawk, a cold weight that presses between his shoulder blades and makes his lungs contract. It’s exhilarating. He wants to see how far the shadow will stretch before the hawk dives.
To anyone else, San might look bored. His expression is neutral, his posture perfect, his attention seemingly divided evenly among the three men speaking to him.
But Wooyoung knows better. He’s spent the last three months learning the topography of San’s moods, the way a sailor learns the tides. This stillness isn’t boredom. It’s the calm before something breaks, and fuck if Wooyoung doesn’t want to break something tonight.
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Wooyoung and San are three months into their arranged marriage. San is cold and distant from Wooyoung, and Wooyoung is sick of it. So, he decides to do what any self respecting brat would do, he makes it San's problem.
Bookmarked by flyingtrash
11 Aug 2026