It was lazy and unassuming, like clouds crawling over a sweltering summer day’s azurite sky or honey trickling from a jar – or perhaps, more equivalent to Jae Bum when he wakes up in the morning – how Jackson begins to see Yugyeom in an all new light.   (And like a trail of dominoes oh, how he falls.)    

In which sitting on your own tail counts as a seduction, but the owner fell in love and in want with his hybrid nonetheless.

Tao vs. the Oh's vs. the world. This is war for Oh Sehun's hand.

Kyungsoo finds comfort in Jongin's scent.