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Freak Show Talk | 3racha, lmh

𝙭𝙫𝙞. 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙗𝙟𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚

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「Contents List」 「Act 1」  「© Oct 2023 by jl-micasea-fics」

Changbin and Jisung stay.

They must know it’s not the right thing to do. Just like you know that objectifying these beautiful men for your own illicit gratification toes the tenebrous line of morality. Still, Changbin and Jisung stay. They do the wrong thing. Everyone does. You find solace in that.

And you should be elated: two thirds of 3racha huddle around yours and Minho’s coffee table with steaming polystyrene tubs of tteokbokki, and it’s so domestic it’s almost comical. They eat just like everyone else, turns out. Stuff themselves full (of food) while Minho lashes them (verbally) like they’re years old friends. Jisung reels off anecdotes, perpetually animated, while Changbin lectures with unsolicited advice. You should be elated. Probably would be if Changbin didn’t surreptitiously check his phone every minute, if Jisung didn’t pick at that hangnail until it bled. Two thirds doesn’t make a hundred percent. They feel it. They make you feel it.

“I’m sorry.”

You say it during a lull in the conversation; a gong sounding off to crack the atmosphere. Three sets of eyes turn to you.

“I’m really sorry.”

Minho tosses his chopsticks and rises immediately; he grabs you and leads you by wrist down the corridor. In the privacy of his room—smells like coffee and his lavender pillow spray—he crowds you.

“What was that in aid of?” he asks.

You fumble for words. “I— I just... I wanted to—”

“Wanted to what? Apologise? Because of Chan?”

“N— No. Not that. I... I don’t know. It’s my fault he left. Isn’t it?”

“He left because he’s an asshole.”

Is he? On the precious side, maybe, but an asshole?

“He was just looking out for them.”

“You’re a fan, not a fucking serial killer. He’s clutching his pearls and you’re feeling bad about it. Work that one out.”

“He wasn’t valid in what he said?”

Minho scoffs. “No. Not even. He’s made a whole assumption about you based on one little thing. It’s so asinine.” He eases off the temper, runs his hands down your arms. It tickles. “Poly relationships are complicated, babe. They’ve clearly got some shit going on; Jisung mentioned they’ve recently opened things up. I think it’s taking more of a toll on Chan than they were prepared for.”

“Do you think he resents us?”

He shrugs. “Maybe. Seems like Jisungie and Bin are definitely the keener.” He searches your face. “You’ve got nothing to feel bad about,” he mutters, then steps closer, tilts your chin back by thumb and forefinger. Your lips tingle. “But I don’t mind making you feel better. If you’ll let me.”

“… Are you asking for permission to kiss me?”

“I’m asking for permission to make you feel better.”

“By kissing me?”

“Say yes, and I’ll show you.”

Say yes. As if there’s anything else to say.

“Yes.”

And in the next breath the plush form of his mouth captures you; he dips and braces you against him firm. It devolves when he licks your lower lip, nibbles the swell. Pulled and guided to his paper-strewn desk, he lifts you gently to it, stands between your parted thighs a looming presence. Swept away by the dominance of it you mewl when he cups your throat and tilts your head to better map out your lips. The shape and taste of you. You want it wet and messy. Want him to claim you in ways better fitting wolves. Want more. Want everything.

His lips find your jaw, your lobe, your throat. Teeth tease at a bite. The little black box vibrates with want and sings a chorus of banshee delight.

“Min...” you breathe, clutching him. Clawing him. “The others—”

“Fuck the others.”

𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ♡ 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙤-𝙛𝙞 ♡

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Hi~

"He needed to tell her...what? That she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn't pull himself together into some semblance of a man for her. That without meaning to, he'd begun to lean on her, to look for her, to need her near. He needed to thank her for his new hat" (x)

AHHHHHHHH

I need to scream separately about this

Hello there!! I'm wondering if I could fancy you to draw some codywan 🫡🥺🥹 more specifically Cody kissing Obi-Wans inner wrist (radial pulse) while holding onto his wrist. My personal hc is that while Obi-Wans thing is to kiss Cody's knuckles, Cody kisses his pulse on his inner wrist. Deep eye contact or eyes closed and everything because reasons that I won't be able to get into without I'll have a fucking breakdown (it's precious and it's intimate and it's deeply meaningful)

lolll I struggledddd with finding an angle for this. Wrist kisses are apparently not my forte 😂 but I thought of Cody doing a one after he gives Obi his lightsaber back (cause he’s dropped it yet again 😒)

this is getting heavy, 

can you hear the bass boom, i’m ready

life is sweet as honey

no thoughts. they’ve been taken over by daniel’s latest ig post and rosamund’s comment