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woonhak lives in the dormitory near his school but he’s unlucky enough that his ex, taesan, drives by almost every day just to blast ‘again’ by fetty wap on his friend’s speaker
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Kim Woonhak, known to the world as Haex, gets Han Taesan as his next victim. But what he doesn’t know is that Taesan is far more insane and evil than he is, and that every step Woonhak takes is already part of Taesan’s carefully laid trap.
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Beneath stained glass and aching prayers,
he kneels for mercy, yet finds no peace —
for the sweetest sin is not in falling,
but in longing for a touch
he was told no heaven would forgive.Bookmarked by shinyeon
18 Jan 2026
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A rumour spreads before Woonhak even knows his name is in it.
Taesan is popular, untouchable—and suddenly, supposedly dating him.
What begins as damage control turns into proximity, attention, and a deal neither of them asked for.
Fake dating was meant to stop the whispers.
It doesn’t.Bookmarked by shinyeon
12 Jan 2026
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“Nice to meet you! Let’s be friends!” Woonhak said it so simply, so naturally. Taesan knew Woonhak was just friendly to everyone. He nodded, took his seat, and class began
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27 Dec 2025
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Two candidates. One election. Too many late nights spent side by side.
Taesan and Woonhak learn that sometimes the hardest person to compete with is the one you’re starting to fall for.Bookmarked by shinyeon
18 Dec 2025
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If there’s one thing I’ve learned as Student Council President at Dongwook University, it’s that order is fragile.
A single broken rule is like a pull on a loose thread — tug once and the sweater starts unraveling.And somehow, every loose thread on campus seems to lead back to one person.
Woonhak.
I first heard his name at a council meeting in early September.
“President Taesan, someone’s been chalk-drawing constellations on the main quad again,” my vice president reported, sliding her tablet in front of me. “They glow at night.”
I tried to keep my expression neutral. “That’s not… permitted.”
She only raised an eyebrow. “We caught the artist this time.”
There, smiling at the security camera with a bucket of glow-in-the-dark paint, stood a boy with silver-framed glasses perched low on his nose, sleeves rolled to the elbow, and absolutely no concept of remorse.
Woonhak, first-year literature major.
He looked like trouble wrapped in sunshine.
And I did not have time for trouble.
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17 Dec 2025