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A non-exhaustive but definitive list of things Chwe Hansol has done for Boo Seungkwan and Lee Chan:
- Moved out of the dorms into a 2 bedroom apartment in his sophomore year
- Didn’t argue with Seungkwan when he claimed the solo room
- Volunteered to take the upper bunk bed because he knows Chan doesn’t like heights
- Took an 8am Chemistry course despite being an English major because they were taking it too.
- Joined a conspiracy theory discord server dedicated to shipping “Junshua” or the romantic relationship between Professor Wen Junhui and Professor Joshua Hong
Or Professors Joshua and Junhui's students ship them, chaos ensures.
Or The ethics of shipping and other things Chwe Hansol had to ponder the winter semester of his sophomore year
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Hansol dreams of a longer summer or perhaps, ideally, a summer that never ends.
Tour is weird like that, everything exists in this liminal space that feels inaccessible unless you’re nineteen, in a band with your best friends and on the biggest rock festival in North America.
The sun is perfectly warm, final rays of goodbye painting everything golden. The sky is a scene stolen straight out of an impressionist painting, the grass is a vivid green tinted yellow and slightly prickly under the palm of his band. The fields of tulips are in full bloom all around them, and among all the blooming flowers is Jeonghan.
Or Hansol and Jeonghan's doomed summer romance.
Or The mortifying ordeal of being nineteen.
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"I had no idea," she earnestly replies. Because really, she didn't!
"Really?" Seungkwan echoes, as if she can hear her line of thinking.
"I promise," Jeonghan assures, still trying to wrap her head around it. Seungkwan had a crush on her. Seungkwan. Seungkwan had a crush on her.
Her brain sticks to the words, mind turning them over repeatedly, circling it continously. Seungkwan.
Seungkwan.
Seungkwan tells her roommate she used to have a small crush on her, and Jeonghan starts to spiral.
Bookmarked by satellite_sunset (rarepairologist)
14 Jun 2026
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Honeybee Bed and Breakfast looks just like it did in the photos, much to Joshua's dismay. He almost hoped he'd have more to complain about - an excuse to call Jeonghan and tell him this will never work, that he's doomed to writer's block forever and no amount of tree hugging will fix him.
But it looks exactly like how it looked online - front porch swing, honeybee door knocker, and all.
How irritating.
Or: A whirlwind summer romance
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08 Jun 2026
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Yeonjun is no stranger to fans shipping their group.
In theory.
He’s never thought much of it, always taking comments about his clingy nature in stride - it’s just how friends show affection, right? Lingering touches, toe-the-line flirting, just-a-bit-too-long eye contact: Yeonjun has it under control.
He’s known Choi Soobin for seven years now, it’s not like the spark of a mild crush is enough to change anything between them.
Except, maybe it is.
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20 May 2026
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Joshua considers weeping. He considers calling his mom and moving back to America.
He considers how, last night, deep in the zone, hardly aware of what his hands were doing, he crafted three little clay dragons and set them in the kiln.
Now here you are, he thinks, and something like awe cracks open his chest.
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09 May 2026
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Hansol tips her head back against the couch to stare up at Minghao, who is looking at her so fondly she might die.
“That’s it. I want to be able to do that.”
Minghao tilts her head. “As in…?”
“As in physical touch. I want to do more for you.”
Minghao lets out a noise of understanding. “Hansol-ah.” She comes around the couch to sit beside her, crossing her legs and facing her directly. “You already do a lot for me. If it’s not your love language—”
“That’s not it. I want to. I just… don’t know how to.” Her voice gets quieter with each word.
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26 Apr 2026