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When Jaehyun is nine, he decides that he wants to marry sixteen-year-old Doyoung, a beta. His desires don’t change years later, when Jaehyun is twenty-three and Pack Alpha and Doyoung is a newly divorced single parent.
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23 Dec 2022
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Gotham has lost its most precious hero, but Poison Nayu is now there to save the city and perhaps... also fall in love with a clumsy PhD student who is investigating the only flower in the world that doesn't heed his call: the Midori no Sakura.
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20 Oct 2021
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Johnny straightens up. Somewhere in the back of his mind, there's a smugness that he's apparently being shown a side to Doyoung that other people seldom get to see. He doesn't know exactly what to do with said realisation, though, so he tries not to dwell on it.
"Well, I'm glad to be on your good side. For now, at least."
Doyoung snorts, throwing him a smirk over his shoulder.
"For now, indeed."
(Or: Johnny's night at work goes a little differently from what he'd originally expected.)
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08 Sep 2021
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doyoung and his brother jungwoo are in debt, on the verge of losing their home and both are desperate to find a solution to their problem. however that's how the brothers end up parting and doyoung finds his way working at Johnny's garden. soon enough with raspberry and rosehip tea, they end up glancing at each other more than they should.
or in which doyoung starts working at a rich man's garden to earn money, but falls in love instead.
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15 Jun 2020
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For all intents and purposes, Jung Jaehyun was society’s saint. Tabloids struggled to find bad news stories to write, and gossip verged on an almost saint-like line. He was the city’s golden child, it’s Messiah - like some sort of benevolent royal who was intent on showing the world he came from wasn’t all boozie parties and extravagant purchases.
And yet still, there he was in his bathroom, naked and staring at himself dead in the eyes. Hating everything he saw. Willing the roof to collapse on him, or the floor to swallow him up.
“Worthless.”
He always thought his reflection spoke with such venom.
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10 Nov 2019