The Mansion of Men

Not such a bad idea

"So..." Arm said, leaning over Pol's shoulder to read the screen. "This was a bad idea."

"Was it, though?" Pol asks, looking sideways at Arm.

"We gave him the power to tell any story and he chose literal violence."

"You know Khun-Tankhun has things to work through. This is good for him," Pol said, standing up and going to refill his cup of coffee.

"What happened to all those juicy, beautiful romance plots he used to post? Where did they go?" Arm sits on the chair, scrolling through Tankhun's story. "Why did he choose to write a whole..." He reads the story details. "Ten-thousand-word fic about his bodyguards in the Squid Games?"

"You're just mad because you died first," Pol said, laughing.

"Why the fuck did I die first?" Arm asked. "You run and you stop. It's a stupid, fucking children's game."

"That you lost at. Get over it."

Arm groaned, leaning back in the chair and swiveling around. He'd been grouching about the story for two days now. He'd read it back and forth, up and down, left to right, looking for typos. But Khun-Tankhun was a meticulous devil.

A notification came up on his screen and he sat up, clicking on yet another story.

"Hey, Pol," Arm called. "He just used his second slot for the week."

"What did he write about?"

Arm squinted at the screen, reading the story details. Then he laughed.

"What?"

"It's a "Boys Over Flowers" au with Khun-Kinn as Gu Junpyo and Porsche as Geum Jandi."

"Hunh," Pol said, staring up at the ceiling. "Why does that make so much sense?"

"Because it does, weirdly enough."

"Well, you wanted romance, right?"

Yeah, Arm wanted romance. Relaxing back in his chair, he pulled the laptop closer and delved into the story. Was this Khun-Tankhjun's schtick? Would they expect every single story to be a remake of some classic Korean Drama, but staring them?

Because, there was a chance that Arm could get really invested in that agender.

Provided Khun-Tankhun stopped killing him off before the story even fucking started.