Yeah so I'm not good at making threads or whatever, but if you need recommendations for finished 8tz socmed, please fell free to go through my acc since i repost a lot of them :)
historian wy who bought a palace in ruins that once belonged to a nobleman, with the aim of restoring it and living there
sn, the ghost of the nobleman who once lived in the palace and whose soul remains trapped there +
In honor of yaoi day, I give the lovely idea of expecting parents mvtz who come up with different jingles for the baby for every craving that Hwc gets stuck on for that week or two. So far, he and the baby really only crave fresh fruits, so they’ve gone through the jingles ++
a week passed where nothing changed. sh got pushed, tripped & fouled every time hj wasn’t around & sh was too proud to say anything, even though this was entirely hj’s fault to begin with. but he wasn’t about to admit weakness in front of the alpha
“u should’ve picked cheerleading, hyung,” wy frowned, spreading pain gel over sh’s ribs
a shiver went down sh’s spine as he slowly pushed himself off the ground. he hissed, trying to take a step forward, trying to stop hj from humiliating him any further.
but he stumbled & would’ve hit the ground again if hj hadn’t stormed toward him, wrapping an arm around his waist to hold him up.
“piss off, hj,” sh muttered lowly. “what you’re doing is making everything worse—”
Jcngsxng angst
They were trapped.
The zombies were getting closer and closer, and there seemed to be no way out.
The others had managed to escape, but JH and YS had been left behind.
There was still a tiny spark of hope that HJ and the rest of ATZ would come back for them.
+
MONDAY
It was Monday and Hj refused to back down.
Once the morning briefing wrapped up, Sh snapped his notebook shut.
"If there’s nothing else, Ceo-nim—"
"Got plans after hours?"
Sh paused.
"Depends."
"On?"
"Whatever you're about to propose."
Hj met Sh's gaze head-on.
Wy scoured the building for Sh, office, rooftop, parking lot before finding him tucked in a corner booth at the nearby convenience store.
Alone.
Meal untouched, spoon aimlessly pushing cold food around a bowl. The tear tracks on his cheeks had dried but Wy knew better.
Hj didn't court Sh with roses or shiny jewelry. He used the ultimate weapon.
Free food.
One morning, Sh opened the office pantry to make coffee and found Hj hovering by the counter like a nervous stray cat next to a paper bag.
Sh glared at the bag. Then at Hj.
@Sunny_barkbark The porche series. The spin-off fir honda baby. I just finished reading the lamborghini angel (jcngscng's spin off from the soeed series)