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Seo Hoyun’s Trash-Talking Club by Anonymous
Fandoms: 망나니 PD 아이돌로 살아남기 - 문찐 | The Trashy PD Has To Survive as an Idol - Munjin
22 May 2025
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Seo Hoyun would probably shed some tears over the formation of this unholy alliance full of sunbaes who love to tease him. Not that Joo Woosung believes his hoobae’s tear ducts are still fully functional, even if the little bastard isn’t (quite) as heartless as he pretends to be.
With the prospect of finding a new way to terrorize Seo Hoyun, Joo Woosung finds himself smiling for the rest of the day.
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Joo Woosung joins the Seokkamo Club and has a great time.
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03 Oct 2025
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“How am I still being made fun of in this scenario,” Joo Woosung mutters to himself while scrolling through his feed. “Shouldn’t Seo Hoyun be the only one getting teased?”
Because you’re Pushover 2, says an imaginary Seo Hoyun. Not even Pushover 1.
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Ryuji isn't sure whether Haru's looking for a companion, a date, or a bodyguard, but whichever it is, no way he's turning her down.
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13 Oct 2025
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“Oh, it’s silly,” Haru protested, cheeks going pink. “I just. Well. I got the idea of pretending to date in the first place from a manga I read in middle school. And it was very… dramatic.”
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Janus keeps his eyes down when the footsteps return.
He knows them, the click of Roman's boots and the warmth he carries with him, the stage-light brightness that makes his teeth sparkle when he smiles- he knows Roman, or thought he did. Once he spent hours upon hours studying him, grilling Virgil on the details of their interactions until the other Side turned up his headphones and refused to take them off.
"It's about time you showed up," he says. "If you'll recall, last time you were quite late."
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Or: Once, when Thomas was very young, Janus looked at Virgil and saw someone different for the first time.
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13 Oct 2025
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Breaks happen along existing faults. Roman, cheerfully violent and deathly insecure, focused on life-or-death and romance in the same breath- there were so many faults to choose from. And the other Roman, the not-Roman, enjoys watching his enemies squirm.
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Virgil's excited about Nico. No, really, he is! The guy is cute, and he makes Thomas happy- and what's more important, he makes Roman happy. Not a lot of things do that anymore, so it's important to hang on to the stuff that does.
Here's the thing though.
Nico isn't the only reason he's excited.
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12 Oct 2025
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“Oh, come now. We were sitting in my room- my room, of me , the essence of romance?- talking about romance, and about a guy Thomas obviously likes so much- and suddenly you lo- you say that you have feelings for me? It’s obvious that you just needed to get away from all the, ah, romanticizing effects of my room, so that you can really think clearly.”
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Roman runs away. His family runs after him. A wacky-sad character study featuring DIY Halloween costumes, hostile-ish magical creatures, the coolest spaceship possibly ever, and Janus’ grand ventures into experimental French gastronomy.
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07 Sep 2025
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Peak self vs. self conflict.
“The rest of you aren’t the problem,” he says, the words tearing out of him like a page roughly ripped from a book, leaving a thin tattered edge still tucked in against the spine.
He tried so hard to change, to be new. He is not— he’s not a hero, or a prince, or an actor, or anybody’s husband. He is a remnant. He is stinging and raw, even after a hundred apologies, and too quiet to be properly considered himself. He is a hundred shards of glass wrapped loosely in a silk scarf. Pretty enough, but the closer he is held, the more hurt he inflicts.
“How—” Roman takes a shaky breath in, then out. “How can you expect me to wake up every day as the person that I am, and.” His voice cracks. “And be happy?”