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"Baby," San gasps. "I can't hold it anymore."
Wooyoung shifts, San doesn't know why until the light reflects on the silver barrel of Wooyoung's precious gun. Then the muzzle of the gun is pressed to San's temple, and his hips stutter as a cold wave crashes into him.
"Don't fuckin' stop, I'm serious, you hear me?" Wooyoung warns in a low voice. "Or I'll pierce your skin and use it as a hole to fuck— fuck!"
San slams into him. He slips a hand between their bodies to grab Wooyoung's cock in a desperate attempt at bringing him closer to the edge faster. But the cold metal pressing on his temple and the warmth of Wooyoung's insides are sending him into thermal shock.
"Please come— Young-ah please!"
(or: Wooyoung and San, heirs of rival gangs, have a toxic affair going on. Wooyoung loses his shit when San disappears without notice and meets him with a gun when he eventually comes back. The rest is filth, as per the tags, until part 2 where the plot thickens.)
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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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07 Sep 2026
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"Didn't you have an appointment to get to?" he heard Wooyoung's breathless voice.
"Eager to get rid of me, huh? And here I thought we were having fun, Darling." Yun drawled.Every moan and grunt, every rustle of clothing just fed the rage and the jealousy wrecking havoc inside San.
He wanted to run, run far away from here but he was stuck. Holding onto the rails to keep himself tethered. Because San knew if he let go he won't be heading for the door. He would march back there and snap the boss's neck.
Or San is entrusted with the task of guarding the boss's lover. An omega who is well known for his bratty behaviour, getting himself in trouble on the regular. Naturally San is less than keen about his new assignment however he soon discovers there is more to Wooyoung than what first meets the eye.
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27 Jul 2026
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Wooyoung is one of the biggest idols in the world. San gets paid to protect people like Wooyoung.
After a series of events that leave Wooyoung a shell of his former self, terrified of the cruelty he hadn't previously known the world capable of, San is brought in as his personal, full-time bodyguard.
San is excellent at his job, which is all this is. A job. How could he have known this one wouldn't be like all the others?
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18 May 2026
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“Alright, what’s your wager?”
San leaned in, his gaze anchored to Wooyoung’s. “You.”
Wooyoung blinked, then startled upright as a devilish grin pulled across his features. “Oh, now this is interesting.”
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San goes up against a mysterious gambler known as Easy Eight—and neither are keen on losing.
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15 May 2026
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"Care to join me, gorgeous? Maybe you know what the best food to try here is."
Rhodes, Greece. May 2025.
Jung Wooyoung is a burnt-out retail strategist carrying the weight of Seoul on his shoulders. Choi San is a retired hockey captain turned fashion director looking for a distraction.
What starts as a lunch recommendation turns into a challenge, and a challenge turns into a surrender.
No titles. No forecasts. No tomorrow.
It was only meant to be one afternoon of bad decisions and the best air conditioning on the island. But the problem with high-value assets? It’s hard to cut your losses when the market crashes.
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- Part 1 of SUPPLY AND DEMAND
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22 Apr 2026