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Even after all the pain, you're worth a scar.
And that was what Joshua was for Jeonghan. A wound, a scab he kept on scratching so it would bleed, and Jeonghan then would know the feel of him. Over and over again. Until he could wear that scar like a badge of honour for loving him most viscerally and violently. He was bleeding; it must mean love. He was aching; it must mean love. Jeonghan was Joshua’s at his best or his worst.
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Where Jeonghan and Joshua meet three times on Valentine’s day years apart as different people, in different shapes and yet one thing remained the same-- their want for each other. They love each other like an organ failure-- fatal, familiar, and somehow still beating.Bookmarked by eatherealksj
26 Feb 2026
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"Whenever and wherever we are
Even if we can’t be together
As always, we make our smile flowers bloom
I’ll be the spring to your smile" - Smile Flower, Woozi, 2016.Bookmarked by eatherealksj
16 Feb 2026
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In a world where worth is judged by a birthmark, Jeonghan refuses to let anyone decide his value. He doesn't need permission to exist, to love, or to rise. He’ll challenge every expectation, aiming for the role society reserves only for the elite grade, never someone like him. The contest was never meant for him. It was made to crown the higher grades. They never imagined someone like him would outshine them all.
In real life, there’s no fairy tale.
In real life, there is no marriage.
No promises. No safe ending.Just one contest. One winner.
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Jeonghan and Joshua weren’t supposed to mean anything to each other. But they did. And as secrets surface and the world tightens around them, they must face everything that threatens to pull them apart: the system, the lies they've told—and the ones they still tell themselves.
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22 Jan 2026
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“Is that a hickey?” He’s pointing at Soonyoung’s neck with a pursed look of scrutinization. All three of their heads whip towards Soonyoung, and he’d laugh at their uniformity—still in sync even nearly a decade since their high school dance team—if he wasn’t busy being mortified. His hand comes up to slap at the spot of his neck, wincing at himself for not realizing.
Stupid Jeon Wonwoo. He knows not to leave marks. Not when Soonyoung’s job is to literally appear on live television.
In which Soonyoung and Wonwoo are coworkers at their local news station, as well as friends...with benefits.Series
- Part 1 of the weather report
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18 Jan 2026
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"Eternal devotion binds me to you, through shadow and flame," Jeonghan recited, eighteen, summer heat thick and unrelenting in the tiny off-campus practice room, mirrors fogged from their exertion as they ran lines for the lead roles they'd snagged in the department play.
Jisoo only blinked as Jeonghan finished his dialogue delivery, color rising in his cheeks. He laughed softly, nudging Jeonghan's shoulder. "Show-off. Okay, fine, do it again—but slower this time. Make me believe it."
Exile ends at a pub counter: fury's slap, a wedding ghost yielding to mutual fall.
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16 Jan 2026