A gorgeous tribute to these two hauntingly beautiful music videos.
“So are you going to tell me what you’re planning or are you going to surprise me?” Fighter asked. He wasn’t sure which one he wanted, honestly.
“It’s simple. You don’t come until I tell you to,” Tutor said. He leaned back against the back of the couch, like he was lounging on a throne, not some cheap futon. His expression wasn’t what Fighter was used to seeing on him; no smiles, no cute pouting, no brattiness. The normal soft curve of his lips was set into something more firm, a little mean. Tutor’s eyes were dark, hooded, staring. He looked scary. And hot.
Holy smokes, this fic doesn’t keep just Fighter on the edge… *fans self*
“Gook-ah…,” he hummed slowly, “Have you ever kissed anyone before?”
Tae Joo was pretty certain that the answer was no, but he had to know for sure.
Gook swallowed roughly as he looked away again and shook his head in a small movement.
Great Tae Joo POV of the bits we didn’t see – with a lot more kissing and plenty of emotion.
Pharm, a shrinking violet? Pharm is the strongest person Dean has ever known. As InTouch, he’d been ready to brave anything to be with Korn: societal disapproval, family ostracism, physical abuse, even threats to his life. And as Pharm, he’d carried the weight of his past-life trauma for eighteen years without ever letting it dim his beautiful spirit.
Pharm, boring in bed? Dean trembles for him.
This is the DeanPharm fic of my heart – it perfectly addresses everything I ever thought about these two soulmates, and it does so beautifully.
Fighter has never wanted anything in his whole life the way that he wants Tutor. He has no road map for this. He’s never known anything like this. He thought he understood sex. He liked girls; girls definitely liked him. He’d fooled around with HwaHwa and it was good. She’d given him a blowjob once and he hadn’t come from it, but he had when she’d jerked him off later. It was fine.
He realizes now that he doesn’t understand anything.
Absolutely perfect Fighter POV, capturing both the amazing chemistry and the many emotions. *chef’s kiss*
Lizard-sitter wanted, the caption says. OK, not the most original innuendo Frong has ever heard, but he’s prepared to forgive that if the impressive bulge in those shorts is the real deal. As an added bonus, the man has a sculpted jaw, a dazzling smile, and a damn fine set of shoulders and biceps showcased by his sleeveless cycling jersey. Yeah, I’d sit on your lizard any day, Frong thinks, and swipes right.
This fic might be an AU, but it manages to capture both Frong in all his needy bottom glory and Thara’s hot weirdness perfectly.
Tae Joo slumped forward until his head was resting on Guk’s shoulder. “Don’t be mad at me, Guk-ah,” he murmured, and nuzzled against him.
He knew the driver was paying attention, but Guk lifted a hand to Tae Joo’s hair anyway. He threaded his fingers through it. Too gentle, he thought, but didn’t stop.
“I’m not mad,” he promised, too honest but not able to stem the words. “I’m doing my job. But if you — if you keep doing that. I might not be able to.”
I can protect you from everything but me, Guk thought, but as with most things, he didn’t say it.
An absolutely perfect 5+1 times fic that captures Gook’s heartache during all those years – and the closure once they’re back together.
He can wait, but it isn’t easy. He doesn’t want to let go, not at all, not to let Guk put the suitcase in the trunk, not to buckle their seatbelts, not to escape any prying eyes. He used to be able to touch Guk any time he wanted, though never as much as he wanted, and now it’s been three years and he’s starving.
The perfect coda for this perfect little gem of a show.
Fighter didn’t think being in love would involve this much lust.
Breathtakingly hot Fighter POV of the pool scene.
if phukong could choose, he probably wouldn’t choose mil. but he can’t choose and that hurts.
(phukong should find someone better, but his heart won’t let him.)
I adored Phukong and am firmly in camp Mil, and this fic manages to develop their relationship perfectly in very few words.