It's not even April and I already have no life

Meow. 

Herro boys and girrs~

It hasn't been even a week into my summer vacation and I'm already sleeping at 1 AM and waking up at 9.

Hehe.

Anyways, I have previews for you guys:

Damaged (Chapter 32 currently 903 words in)

And just like that, Minho was back to the nice, loving boyfriend again—the boyfriend that Taemin recognized instead of that hungry-looking boy he’d seen just a while ago. He relaxed immediately as Minho’s big, warm hand brushed away the stray hair on his face—his own affectionate way of apologizing.

But frankly, Taemin never said anything about not liking it.

“I... it’s okay if we continue, Minho,” the blonde admitted shyly, casting his glance down towards his lap as the blush started to creep on his face, “I don’t mind... if you... if you touch me... it’s okay.”

Lessons of Pleasure (honestly, I'm thinking of changing the title. Any suggestions?)

“Don’t be afraid, Taemin-ah,” Minho cooed while rubbing the soft skin on Taemin’s knee, attempting to calm the boy, “Let me see you. You’re beautiful, you’ve got nothing to hide,” he urged with a very calm, very alluring voice. The natural deepness of his tone charmed the boy to spread his legs open, exposing his nearly hairless, baby-smooth private parts.

The Teabag of Death (it's now 607 words)

Minho awoke to a painful sensation in his crotch. He jolted up awake, finding himself completely drenched in sweat and a big tent where his ‘Mini Minnie’ should be. It was sort of like when you wake up with a stomach ache, but this felt so much worse.

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