misuhrable
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It has been seven years since Jaehyun broke his own heart. Coincidentally, it has also been seven years since he left Chicago. Of course, the latter has nothing to do with the former but when he hears that Johnny Suh has landed in Seoul, it’s harder to convince himself that the two events aren’t tethered by a fragile string of unfortunate events.
What would be the appropriate thing to say to your childhood best friend after more than half a decade? Maybe a hi how are you , or it’s been a while, or I still regret kissing you that day.
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Donghyuck had a perfect plan for Saturday night. Party, drink, and maybe hook up with someone just so he could forget the horrible week he had.
But the second he walked in, his eyes drew to Jaemin, standing by the kitchen counter, drink in hand and head tipped back while he laughed at something Jeno was saying.
Fuck.
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- Part 1 of Party Games
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He should look away when Jaemin pushes his nose against her neck, a smile pressed against her skin. His hand slides up the back of her neck, until his fingers are tangled in her hair and he’s sliding the band holding her hair in a ponytail down so her hair bounces free, falling in beautiful, spiral curls that go past her shoulder.
She laughs, he smiles, grabbing a curl and smelling her hair, whispering something in her ear that makes her blush and laugh even more.
Donghyuck feels the burning sensation of bile in his throat, like he’s moments away from gagging and puking all over the floor. He’s dated before, has his fair share of exes, but nothing ever felt as bad as this — watching Jaemin, his Nana, with a woman he didn’t know existed in Jaemin’s life until two hours ago when they walked into the party, bodies already tangled in each other.
“I’m not yours, Donghyuck. I never was.”
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Donghyuck finds out he might not be as straight as he thought he was
Bookmarked by nostalgias (misuhrable)
23 Aug 2026
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“You saved me! You’re my hero! My hero!” Haechan squealed, and before Jaemin could protest, he planted a flurry of wet, enthusiastic kisses all over his cheek.
“Don’t call me that,” Jaemin mumbled, peeling Haechan off him like a particularly sticky piece of candy. “It’s not… I’m not a hero.”
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- Part 4 of nahyuck shorts