“We are alone, horny and very attracted to each other. Why not?” Mil was rewarded with another kiss. Phukong had been slightly clumsy when they had started out and a little embarrassed with his own lack of experience compared to Mil’s. But fuck, he was a fast learner and Mil took great delight in taking advantage of his newfound skills.
After the last ep, Mil and Phukong snag a deliciously hot moment of privacy. 
When Duen is absolutely frank with himself, he has to admit these contradictions are part of what delights him about Bohn. He’d burst into Duen’s narrow, dutiful life like a Bang Fai rocket, laughing, teasing and vibrant, larger than life and twice as handsome, and nothing has been the same since.
“I do want to kiss him,” Duen confesses. “But I want the moment to be right.”
What if there had been a bit more communication… Everything would have hurt less, that’s what.
Does one stand to greet a ghost? The point is moot, Yu Xi Gu realizes, because he couldn’t move from his chair if he tried. Just the sight of the man in the doorway is enough to drain all the color from his face and the strength from his limbs.
Xiang Hao Ting. Older, wearier, his face touched by grief and pain, but undeniably Hao Ting.
Few shows ever needed a fix-it more than this one, which left all of us feeling betrayed and hurt. This fic delivers, bittersweetly.
“Pharm.” Dean doesn’t turn around, but Pharm can feel the silent laughter vibrating through his body. “My shy little Pharm. I really haven’t. But I’d happily try it with you sometime, if you’re offering.”
Try it? Offering? Ohhh. Pharm is definitely blushing now, but also…intrigued? Speculatively he spreads his hands out on Dean’s back, fingers splayed. “My hands are awfully small,” he says dubiously.
“Who says you have to use your hands?”
Pharm drops the soap.
This is the Pharm topping fic I didn’t know I needed – perfectly in character and wonderfully sensual, with plenty of open communication on top!
“He already notices me,” Phukong pointed out and ignored the little guilty thrill at that. “Just not in the right light.”
“You get up the tree, fall out of it and then he’ll come running,” Man said and Phukong stared at him in disbelief. How did he get a steady relationship with someone else? “Ah, Phukong. The damsel in distress routine works every time.”
“But I’m not a damsel!” That didn’t encompass half of Phukong’s objections. “And he’s not going to think anything but what a klutz I am. And what happens if I break something important? Or anything?” He regarded all the bones in his body as important.
Phukong decides to let Boss and Man help him with his Mil problem. This fic is delightful – I especially love how Phu isn’t a doormat and how Mil finally buys a clue.
This shows why I fell in love with this ship, skipping the awkward parts nicely. I dare you to find someone who does better hearteyes than Bohn!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1eHX31uOCiM
This perfectly encapsulates everything I love about this couple.
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.
Good.
Great Tae Joo POV of the bits we didn’t see – with a lot more kissing and plenty of emotion.
