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    Innocently enough, his dad asks, “Are you sick?”

    “No,” Vernon says. He can’t make eye contact when he says it, because he’s realizing how actually stupid he is. This is the second time he’s had milk in a week, and for what? His vibes? The best vibe of all is not having diarrhea.

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    16 Jan 2021

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    He breaks off and sighs, and lets go of one of Seungkwan’s hands to scrub at one of his eyes. Then, he takes Seungkwan’s hand again. Vernon is fighting so hard for the words he thinks Seungkwan needs to hear, his eyebrows coming together seriously and his mouth thinning with frustration.

    Instead of finishing his sentence, Vernon steps close to wrap Seungkwan up in his arms. The tenderness with which Vernon cradles the back of his head feels foreign to Seungkwan. He’s not sure that anyone has ever seen him as something needing to be treated with a softness like this.

    Vernon murmurs, “I’m scared, too.”

    With that, Seungkwan starts to cry, just a slow leak from the corner of his eyes into the shoulder of Vernon’s shirt. Of all the words he has called himself today, none of them have been as kind as scared.

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    Jihoon and his bandmates are on the last leg of their American tour in Los Angeles; Hansol is the skateboarding music enthusiast that, even if only for one week, makes Jihoon forget who he is.

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    “We can rush,” Jihoon says, low. “Squeeze a year into a week.” He glances up at Hansol. “You already asked me to stay.”

    “I did, didn’t I,” Hansol parrots himself from earlier in the morning. “A year into a week. I like that.”

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    16 Jan 2021

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    “This is nothing special, trust me,” Hansol’s still got the dopey grin on his face. He gets off Jihoon’s board, picks it up by the front wheels. “If you stick around the skate park long enough you’ll see way more impressive tricks.”

    Jihoon looks at him, his loud green beanie, the tie dye shirt billowing with each breeze, how his ears are now turning red. The sharp lines of his jaw, the straight strip of his nose-bridge. And the more he stares, the more Hansol looks Korean. It’s just taken Jihoon’s brain a little longer to make sense of it, not something he sees everyday. “That’s fine,” he says, voice coming out softer than intended. “You’re more than enough.

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    Chan doesn’t look away, just stares into Seungcheol’s soul as his eyes roam over Chan’s smudged makeup, his pale, spit-slick mouth. And — this could be it. This could be Chan’s persistence coming to fruition, could be Chan ending the night with Seungcheol as his prize, in his bed and sighing his name like this is what he’s always wanted. Like he’s imagined fucking Chan one too many times to count, and yet his expectation never came close to reality. To eat and be eaten, tonight and beyond.

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    Chan is a rockstar and Seungcheol is the engineering student of his dreams.

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    15 Jan 2021

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    Nurturing and so cute. So, so cute. Especially tonight, with his hair fluffy, colored a deep brown, lashes long, striped white tee clinging to his fit body. Fuck. Chan’s going to start bawling again, and this time it’ll be from sitting right next to someone that doesn’t see him as anything other than a little brother, the only someone he’s pursued that hasn’t given in.

    “Lie?” The confusion to his tone is heard even through the noises of a busy city. “You were. Your voice is amazing. Everyone loved it…” He pauses. Then, a hand coming to grip Chan’s bare knee, he says, “Why do you think I’d lie to you about that?”

    The warmth of his palm could liquefy Chan’s skin, peel the muscle and fat right off the bone. Again, he thinks of that cookie jar, an unwavering inclination to take, take, take, even when he couldn’t and shouldn’t. Starved.

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    Seungkwan is turning twenty-five in January. And it’s only October now, but it’s been a hard fucking year. It’s only right to start a new year with something made to make his life easier, more pleasing to the eye.

    Good God is this man pleasing to the eye.

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    15 Jan 2021

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    His instinct is to run his hand over his face, but he’s not Hansol and his skincare routine is more than just “water” and “lotion.” (“You can’t just say lotion, Hansol. What do you mean? What do you mean, lotion?” The conversation was one of the most stressful of Seungkwan’s life.)

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    Seokjin said, "If a boy doesn't want to give you his name, maybe you should take that as a sign."

    "I mean, he gave me a name," Namjoon said. "It's just, he told me his name was Van Gogh."

    "Oh!" Seokjin said immediately, face lighting up in recognition. "Yeah, that would have been Taehyungie."

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    14 Jan 2021