Four little consequences

Four little consequences

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For men whose lives were built on logic, power, and control, the sudden surge of instinct, of primal pull, was utterly disorienting. They remembered heat, passion, laughter even, but the face... it was a frustrating blank. Now, looking back, the faces of the two men, the startling similarity of the babies... it felt like a cruel twist of fate, presenting them with pieces of a puzzle they hadn't even known they were missing. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken questions. Wooyoung leaned back in his chair. He had noticed the babies first, their unusual matching appearances, then the attractive young men trying to soothe them. But it was the reaction - the babies' sudden, overwhelming focus on Hongjoong and Mingi, the frantic efforts of the parents to pull them away, and the subsequent panicked retreat-that struck him as more than just a parent trying to calm fussy kids. Two men, two sets of twin babies, a public scene that drew unwanted attention, and the visible distress of the parents. Most importantly, the visceral reaction of his friends, the leaders of NEXUS. This wasn't random. Finally, Hongjoong broke the silence, his voice low but carrying the weight of command. "Find them."
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"You need to get laid." San froze. The room went quiet for a beat-just the hum of amps cooling down. Then Yunho *whooped*, Jongho choked on his water, and Yeosang's eyebrows shot up. San's face burned. "What the fuck, Hwa?" Seonghwa shrugged, unrepentant. "You've been a monk for, what, six months? Since-" He caught himself, glanced at Yeosang, then barreled on. "Since *forever*. You're wound tighter than Hongjoong's guitar strings." Hongjoong nodded solemnly. "Fact. And I've got just the guy." San groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "No. Absolutely not." "Come on," Hongjoong wheedled. "He's annoying. Cute. Total brat. *Your type*." Yunho clapped San on the back. "Do it. Live a little. Worst case, you get a funny story." Jongho grinned. "Best case, you forget how to frown." San opened his mouth to argue, but the words stuck. Last time he'd hooked up-*fuck*, that had been a disaster. Some model with a laugh like a hyena and a fetish for biting. He'd bailed before the Uber even pulled up. But the band was staring, Seonghwa's eyes soft with concern, Hongjoong's practically sparkling with mischief. "Fine," San muttered. "Whatever. Just... shut up." Woosan story

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