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Being shy, awkward and potentially average in bed aren't the typical traits of an incubus. But at least Jungkook has the excuse of being just a half-incubus.
It doesn't really make his life any easier.
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20 Jun 2026
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Kim Taehyung has been head-over-heels, ridiculously, disastrously in love with Jeon Jungkook for three and a half years.
Now, if only he could actually tell Jungkook that.
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20 Jun 2026
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Overwatch can be forgiven for keeping Hanzo at arm's length despite the endorsement of his intended murder victim. Six months of provisional membership, spent in the field, is a reasonable compromise.
But not everyone is on board with giving Hanzo a chance.
Cassidy, least of all.
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15 Jun 2026
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“You - you deserve to be loved loudly.”
The words hang in the air for a moment before Taehyung’s brows scrunch and his pout appears. His fingers tighten in Jungkook’s shirt and Jungkook is moving closer even though Taehyung didn’t tug on him.
“You love everything loudly. You deserve to be loved that same way.”
Another laugh. Jungkook wonders if it’s a distraction from the way Taehyung lets go of his shirt to fit his hand under the material instead. Fireworks could go off and Jungkook wouldn’t notice, wouldn’t be able to take his attention away from Taehyung’s hands on his bare skin.
“I do,” Taehyung whispers, “which is why I don’t understand how you haven’t noticed.”
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07 Jun 2026
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Reflexively, his eyes flickered toward Jungkook.
He was sitting next to Yoongi, surrounded by staff helping him remove his mic, patting away the sweat clinging to his clothes.
One of them held out a fresh shirt. As Jungkook pulled off the damp fabric, his abs came into full view—sculpted muscle, sweat tracing slow lines down his toned torso, the sharp definition of his frame illuminated under the bright lights.
His broad shoulders flexed slightly as he wiped his face with a towel, the steady rise and fall of his chest oddly mesmerizing. Even in exhaustion, his presence commanded attention.
Taehyung’s breath hitched before he quickly looked away, heat creeping up his neck. His heart stuttered in his chest, an unwelcome betrayal of emotions he thought he had under control.
“Taetae, you okay?”
Jimin’s voice pulled him back. He turned, only to find Jimin watching him closely, brows slightly furrowed in curiosity.
“What?” Taehyung asked, feigning indifference.
Jimin squinted. “Your face just turned bright red.”
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24 May 2026