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88: Shame
“Okay you got me, I don’t like being alone. I’m a fuck up with no family, toxic friendships, and all my ex-lovers hate me. This has been so enlightening, I feel all better, wow!”Ms. Chowdhury blinked at him, he could almost see her resisting the urge to roll her eyes. He was acting like a pe...
87: The Group Date
“I won’t tell you to contact him, but perhaps this is a place where we could practice exercising empathy as we’ve discussed?”Stephen clicked his tongue. “He ghosted me.”“He did.”“He knew about how my family abandoned me, and he did the same thing.”“Yes, it was very hurtful. Wha...
86: Childhood Friend
Ms. Chowdhury handed Stephen his tea. She started each of their sessions with a soothing brewed offering. Stephen was completely aware that he was acting too suspicious towards her, but he couldn’t help it. The idea of letting someone poke around in his deepest failings and insecurities was almost...
85: Wait, What?
Stephen crossed his legs and folded his hands on his knee. Perched lightly on the tufted leather couch, nestled amongst raw silk cushions in tasteful colors, he narrowed his eyes at the psychologist observing him from the armchair a few feet away. He had been watching her in silence for some time no...
84: The Most Beautiful Man Alive
“So then, after she fucking kicked me out in the middle of this foreign city,” Inho threw back a small glass of soju and slammed the small cup on the table, “She ignored me the whole time, then broke up with me!”“That’s horrific!” Junseo yelled, equally drunk, “I never trusted her yo...
83: I Don’t Want to Go, I Don’t Want to Stay
Inho’s grandfather had had a stroke. Since he wasn’t close with the man, the trip home to help out was a coincidence he was trying not to feel grateful for. His mother was having a tough time though, and he was doing his best to support her. Still...it was a relief to be 8000kms away from his pr...
82: The Truth, The Proof
Inho didn’t believe it.“Couldn’t it be some sort of misunderstanding?” he attempted lamely, “I don’t see why he would get you fired on purpose.”“Inho,” the way Jamie said his name irritated him; she sounded like an annoyed parent. You should know better, her tone said. She continue...
81: A Sushi Date With Your Ex
After a long night of really nailing down the joys of reunion, the next morning they somehow woke up early enough to cuddle. In the austere decor of Stephen’s apartment, it felt extra cozy to snuggle together in the soft white sheets of his enormous bed. Inho was laying horizontally (just because ...
VOTE HERE: Milestone Reward Poll #1
Healthy Turkeys, the poll is up! Thanks to everyone who left fun suggestions! I added 3 of mine and 3 of yours~ Please get your votes in by Friday May 14th!Note that if a chapter is chosen it will take 1-2 weeks to write, and if an artwork is chosen, it may take a month! (I'm a slow artist.)For ...
Info Update! Milestone Reward and Chapters
Hey Lucky Pennies here's a few updates! And welcome to the new readers who have joined, I'm SO grateful for your support! Got lots of things planned to share <3 Milestone Reward:Suggestions are now closed for the Milestone reward! (Unless you sneak a comment in in the next few hours)I'll...
Nakey Fanart
Just wanted to share the bare bum version of this fanart I got from Andy_draws as a bday gift! (since I can't post it on Tapas or Wattpad). Enjoy!Andy makes The Right Twin, and is a close friend of mine <3 https://twitter.com/therighttwin
MILESTONE REACHED!
Wahhh!! Lacey gloves, we hit 15 Patrons! Which means I'm gonna do a Patreon-Exclusive vote for an extra!!It can be an extra written scene (800ish words) or an artwork! The art of Inho with the handprint on his bum under the NSFW Art Tag is mine for an idea of my art style!Steamy or Not Steamy op...
80: Ghost
They broke up the next day. Well, not so much broke up as Inho just left. Ran away. Ghosted was probably the right word, he mused. Was he the ghost? He felt like one: brittle and hollow, dead inside, like he might blow away in a gust of wind. His rambling thoughts were interrupted by the crackle of ...
79: Love?
Stephen was coming to get him. Inho’s legs bounced with nervous energy, and he was sweating slightly in his sweater. The call had been brief; Stephen had simply asked where he was and told him to wait inside. Did that mean he was going to come into the cafe? That was good, Inho didn’t want their...
78: Coffee Shop Woes
Inho left the lecture hall feeling wrung dry. Despite being stressed and upset, the test had gone fine. Not because he’d studied well (though he had) but because he’d learned English as a child and despite his accent, he spoke it near perfectly.If he hadn’t just gotten in a fight with Jasmine,...
77: Cheaters Gonna Cheat
Inho paused from singing to catch his breath. Jasmine grinned at him, still belting along with the music. They were speeding down the highway, 20km over the speed limit, shouting along with an angry pop song. Inho took a sip of his too sweet too creamy coffee, and the song ended. Jasmine turned the ...
76: Clear Headed
Stephen sagged, sighing and reaching for the chair he’d knocked over, “You’re such an asshole.”“I know,” Chris chirped, “We made each other this way. But hey, I’ll still cheer for you. Maybe you’ve changed.” When Stephen quirked a skeptical eyebrow, he continued, “Indulge my cu...
75: What You've Sown
“Fuuuuuck,” Stephen dragged his palms over his face, “What the hell are you doing here?”Chris was lying on the bed next to him, face propped on his fist, smiling from ear to ear.“Honey, is that how you’re going to talk to me after last night?”Stephen froze, “What happened last night?...
74: Dead Leaves
Inho plucked a dead leaf from the vine that hung beside his bed. It was struggling lately, and he wasn’t sure why. It had grown several feet since he’d got it, why was it suddenly dying? He considered another yellowing leaf, then snapped it off with regret. He’d have to google it. Was it just ...
73: Helplessness
In the backseat of his car, still hard inside his lover, Stephen began to panic. Inho’s terrible sobs seemed impossibly loud – gut-wrenching and hopeless. This was not a normal sub drop reaction. Events reoriented in Stephen’s mind: Inho’s recklessness, his aggression. Nothing about this enc...
72: Raw
Content Warning: This chapter includes unsafe BDSM practices that should not be replicated in any way. NSFW 18+“Here?” Stephen’s voice was low and husky in Inho’s ear, holding all the desperation of love masquerading as lust. They were in the back seat of the car, pressed together, their urg...
71: Midnight Picnic
This chapter contains sexual content. NSFW 18+ readers please.Inho peered out of the rain-spattered window. There were no streetlamps here, but he could see trees and shapes that looked like boats in the dark. “Where are we?”“A picnic spot.”“What?”Stephen got out of the car and was fussi...
70: Drive
Stephen deftly navigated them out of the downtown core. The streets were quiet, as if all the city’s denizens were hiding from the rain on a cold Monday night.Inho sat silently and picked at a hangnail. He’d be damned if he was starting the conversation after all that.Stephen was uncharacteristi...
69: Get Hit?
Inho sat on the edge of a booth and leaned his head against the leather. He’d popped by the restaurant to tell Nathan he could start work again next week, but it was really just an excuse to hang out with Jasmine. Inho was lonely.Not responding to Stephen’s texts meant spending Sunday and most o...
68: Talk Shit
By noon, Inho still hadn’t replied, so Stephen agreed to get brunch with Chris and Blaire to take his mind off it. The hangover persisted, and when he and Connor joined the others at a packed brunch spot, the clink of cutlery and cheerful patron chatter pounded in Stephen’s skull. Connor insiste...
67: Hungover
Stephen blinked awake to a hand resting on his cheek. He expected Inho – it wasn’t. Connor was sprawled next to him, somehow taking up 75% of the bed despite being about five inches and 40lbs smaller than him. He plucked the sleeping youth’s hand off his face and crawled off the end of the bed...
66: A Secret
Adrenaline coursed through him on the ride down the elevator – a hot nauseous wave of frustrated energy. Inho needed to get out of there before he did or said something he’d regret.He didn’t feel remorse over what he’d already said exactly, but he might tomorrow when he was sober. He wasn...
65: Boiling Over
Stephen dropped the hem of Inho’s sweater and returned his stare, “Why are you being so rude?” he demanded, shocked.Inho didn’t answer, just slapped his hand away, and stormed back to the dinner table.“He seems nice,” Alanna said around a sip of wine.“Shut up, Alanna,” Stephen shot b...
64: Drunk
In the kitchen, Stephen was opening and closing cupboard doors as if the wine were hiding somewhere mysterious and not sitting plainly on the granite countertop.Inho picked it up and started picking at the foil around the cap, “I’ve got it, you just keep me company, ‘kay drunky?”Stephen laug...
63: Your Mom
At dinner, Stephen held Inho’s hand under the table while he talked to his friends, and squeezed it frequently accompanied by small secret smiles. He was drinking a lot of wine at Chris’ persuasion, and Inho couldn’t help but adore this softer version of him.He was so used to Stephen being per...
