16 Works by jsnoopy
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time time time again by newaches (jsnoopy) for applejwoos (kenmarcadeblues)
Fandoms: RIIZE (Band)
23 Sep 2024
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At least Eunseok knows for a fact that Wonbin cares if he lives, because he lets him.
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that first gravity by newaches (jsnoopy) for pinkingshears
Fandoms: The Boyz (Korea Band)
13 Nov 2021
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"That’s the good thing about doing stuff with your friends. It isn’t awkward, and you can laugh about it later. It’s like bonding.”
Changmin huffs out a laugh, his dimple winking. “That is not real, Sunwoo-yah.”
Sunwoo blinks. “Are you calling me a liar?
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stoplight! go, go by newaches (jsnoopy) for predebut
Fandoms: TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band)
16 Sep 2021
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In Taehyun’s dreams, he’s standing alone in the desert. In the distance, a hazy mirage, Beomgyu is walking toward him. He’s walking and Taehyun’s waiting and Beomgyu never gets any closer.
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If he says, "I want to know how far behind I am, I want to know who he's deemed worthy of his attention, I want to know who he's kissed" — there's no real use entertaining that.
Curiosity killed the cat, they say, and Sunghoon's silly mid-afternoon investigation could upturn and ruin everything.
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“You’re so obvious,” Sunghoon would say.
And Jongseong would defend, “He’s like this with everyone.”
Neither of which would make Jake feel better about the growing urge to feed Heeseung by hand, to rest his chin in his palm and watch the way his eyes close as he chews.
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all the reasons (stay the same) by jsnoopy for applejwoos (kenmarcadeblues)
Fandoms: NCT (Band)
08 Apr 2021
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"Shotaro..." Sungchan starts slowly, his name, so familiar, suddenly tasting like dust in his mouth, "and I... aren't... dating."
His friends exchange a look.
Sungchan's breath stutters. "Right?"
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They’re all used to this. It isn’t weird. Could it be weird? Leaning down and brushing his lips over Jungwoo’s nose, like he wants to do – would that make it weird?
or: On Jungwoo's birthday, Mark confesses.
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Mark wanted Jeno by his side. It was a simple truth, like the sky being blue, grass being green. Jeno was Mark’s best friend. Eventually, it stopped being so simple.
But it never stopped being true.
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Jeno recognizes the tiny pleasure that flushes his chest. It isn’t new. It’s always been there, as long as they’ve known each other.
He’d tried to get rid of it a thousand times before. Even thought he’d managed to lose it, once.
But lost things always come back to bite you in the ass.
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Killers weren’t born. Killers were made.
In order to survive, Jeno would have to learn how to be the one who made the final blow.
- indefinite hiatus
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Jeno leans over the sink and splashes his face. When he looks into the mirror, Jeno tries to see what he sees, and finds nothing but a boy made of paper.
“What are you so afraid of?” he asks. “Are you a coward?”
His reflection has no answer. At least, it does not offer one.
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Mark’s not sure what compels him to say it, but his tongue is stuck to the roof of his mouth, his hands frozen at his sides, and when his brain starts working again all that comes out is, “Do I know you?”
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“So,” Dejun murmurs, “you’re saying we should face the vacuum of space together?”
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“We’ve been taught all our lives that being good meant giving up what we want,” Donghyuck said. He reached out, and took Renjun’s hand in his, squeezing his fingers gently. “Renjun. You don’t have to sacrifice yourself to be good.”
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Looking back, there was no real way he could have known what was ahead of him, how he’d already stepped off the edge, and there was nothing he could do to prevent the fall.
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- Part 1 of buried youth
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He rests his other palm flat over the posters as he runs his tongue over the inside of his teeth, imagining what the words would taste like if he bothered to try them out -- would they be sweet, or taste like something he'd wished he'd spit out before trying to swallow?
"Parallel universes," he tries.
They taste heavy and metallic, like blood trickling into his mouth from a lip split wide open.