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Three times Felix tried to be a charming boyfriend and one time didn't need to.
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My take on those 3+1 thingies with soft Jilix
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"You're perfect, Junhoe."
"No, you are," Junhoe refuted, finally pulling back only to get attacked by Jinhwan pulling him in again to press a soft kiss to his temple. Junhoe shivered a little, dipping his head as he felt too stupefied to look Jinhwan in the eye. "But thank you..."
"Cutie," Jinhwan teased before raising his arms in surrender when Junhoe glowered at him. "Hey, I just say what I see. Don't hate the player, hate the game."
"But what's the game?"
"Nothing," Jinhwan said after a while, and Junhoe's heart lifted at the words he said next. "There isn't one, 'cause this isn't a game."
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In his second year at Night Raven University, Renjun thought a project with the mysterious Jaemin would be his biggest challenge. But as he’s drawn deeper into Jaemin’s world (and closer to Jaemin’s charming beastman friend Yangyang) Renjun finds himself tangled in emotions he never expected.
All he wanted was to pass his class.
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When he answers the phone, he expects to hear Rosie complaining about not wanting to go to bed at 9:30 or begging to let her stay up and watch late night television until John gets home.
"It's Da. There's been an accident."
Sherlock was definitely not expecting that.
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Something ticked in Paul’s mind as the familiar words washed through him. When he looked at John, his friend was already looking at him. And suddenly, it all became clear: He remembered having that conversation more than 50 years ago. He remembered it too well.
He had been thinking about it for years, wondering what he should have understood, how he should have reacted. If it was as meaningful as it had felt or if his memory had just romanticized it.
“I don’t think a love like that obeys to any rules,” John went on, unaware of Paul’s agitation. “It’s not something that humans have created, not like a societal thing. It’s deeper than that, and that’s what some people are afraid of I guess, because they can’t control it. Whatever laws they create, they can never control it. A white lad will fall in love with a black girl.” He paused. “A lad with another lad. You know.”
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Summer 2019, 77-year-old Paul wakes up feeling surprisingly good. One tiny problem: he is back in December 1965.
PLEASE DO NOT SHARE THIS FIC ON ANY PLATFORM. DO NOT PUT IT ON GOODREADS, OR ON ANOTHER FANFICTION PLATFORM, PLEASE.
NO TRANSLATIONS EITHER, SORRY.Series
- Part 1 of On our way back home