[complete] Yunho talked a lot. In person. In texts. In voice messages. Sometimes Mingi would just listen to a three-minute audio of Yunho ranting about a math problem and wonder how on earth does someone passive, pessimistic and antisocial like him would end up friends with someone so energetic. It wasn't like Mingi didn't have other friends. He did. Kind of. But no one else made him feel like that. (No one else made him feel butterflies in his stomach either, but he googled the symptoms and self-determined it's most likely gastritis or palpitations, not a crush.)

Old smuts I had written up a long time ago and deleted but I just mushed them into one book for all of y'all, and will be adding too when I feel in the mood.

𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐨 𝐱 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞! 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 " 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒚? 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. " 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐨'𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝒅𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒃𝒂𝒉

For some reason, this ended up having a lot more sexual content than I had intended so I guess this is more of a thirsty boi read... and also cringy **I'm not touching this thing with a ten-foot pole** **I'm done with this work**