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When you have the first words your soulmate says when they realize they love you are written on your skin, it’s supposed to be simple.
Felix has always loved the sentence on his arm.
Hyunjin has always hated his.What is supposed to be a very non-soulmate casual thing spirals into something much more.
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Felix was an overworked medical student who hadn't seen his brother in years.
The last thing Felix expected was for his brother to show up one night, claiming that Felix was the only one he trusted to stitch up his very injured gang member.
If Felix had known that very same gang member would find his way into his heart, then maybe he would have run. But Felix fell before he could stop himself, realising too late that his involvement with the gang would throw him right into danger.
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a skz gang au with brotherly chanlix angst, pretty boy with a pretty brain kim seungmin and felix falling head over heels before he can realise what's good for him
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- Part 1 of Felix and the Gang
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“Our souls move on, and find each other again, and we will live, in our house on the beach, where our cats will play in the garden, and we will hold each other every night.”
“Three cats?” Jisung smiles, his eyes wide, like black holes that Momho wants to get sucked in and lost in.
Minho chuckles, wet from his tears, and he sniffles once before nodding. “That’s right, three cats; Soonie Doongie, Dori.”
“SoonDoogDo” Jisung replies, wistfully looking at Minho, “in that order.”
Or: Minho and Jisung are soldiers, who’s story gets cut by the Great War. They love each other nevertheless.
Bookmarked by ghostsandgays
29 Jun 2026
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Hey so… that wasn’t fair to make me cry like that.
Minho and Jisung as soldiers then die.
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Caregivers: Chan and Minho
Littles: Jisung and JeonginJust cute little snippets into the lives of the boys
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Donghyun’s eyes are always attracted to Dongmin’s upper back like magnets. It’s easy to stare at the way the muscles there move and flex with every minute movement he makes, and there is just so much to look at. If Park Sungho has the widest shoulders in the group, Dongmin is a close second. A thought begins to form inside Donghyun’s head. That back of his would make a great canvas.
Donghyun looks back over the table, easily finding his small collection of gouache paints. The kitchen is quiet, aside from the sound of the noodles boiling over the stove and the low hum of the fridge, so Dongmin startles a little when Donghyun begins.
“Can I paint your back?”