fens' 2d8
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Changbin in the mirror, shirtless. Low cool lighting from above. It traces the angles of his body, the way he has grown into it over the years, the crescent shadow delineating bicep from tricep. The ridged definition of his forearm; the clean line of his collarbone traced from shoulder to sternum; the swell of his pecs; the faintest scattering of hair below his navel, where it disappears under the loose band of his sweatpants.
Changbin in the mirror: look at me, look at me, see me.
[8.59 am] me: minho-hyung i showed you my dick please respond
Even thirst traps are a kind of performance.
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- Part 2 of fens' 2d8
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Jeongin’s breath catches in her chest at the raw shape of Hyunjin’s shaved scalp, almost architectural, naked. A beautiful bare thing. She holds her arms open and lets Hyunjin fold herself ungracefully into Jeongin’s body, trembling with cold and fury and regret. “Shh, unnie,” she murmurs. She gets her arms around the perfect swell of Hyunjin’s hips, splays her hands over the small of Hyunjin’s back. “It’s okay, unnie. You’re okay.”
Hyunjin does something impulsive. Jeongin has always lived in her aftermath.
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- Part 3 of fens' 2d8
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“Hey,” Felix says, still smiling, with that particular non-accent that implies he’s practiced this phrase against a backing track or an app until it’s perfect. Then, much more accented: “I was surprised. Nobody comes in here?”
The tan expanse of his body is distracting. Minho is distracted. He sees near-naked men all the time, there’s a camaraderie among the SNU team, but — Felix is almost a stranger, and his long bleached hair, which had been tugged ruthlessly back into a ponytail during training, is loose about his shoulders and curling faintly from the sweat. Minho has not had the time to build up an immunity. And the smile does not help — boyish, teasing, but also pretty in a way that defies itself. Minho knows this guy isn’t — delicate, had seen how quickly Felix got his weight under five of Minho’s hoobaes and sent them breathless to the ground with a searingly-quick harai, but somehow he seems to choreograph it as he blinks at Minho. Like, maybe, he wants Minho to see him as a pretty little thing.
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- Part 4 of fens' 2d8