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[sleeperwaker]

[웨이커로그 #004] 맏현로그 리더의 시선🕶️

trans: [Waker Log #004] The perspective of the eldest log leader🕶️

[almostwisegalaxy]

The forbidden in his eyes

Go hyun-tak x Sieun Sister!reader

Part 2 of UP to two Read this first I beg you

The reader has a shy character in this story

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Initially, Si-eun wasn't wary.

Hyun-tak was always the quiet one, but he saw everything. A quiet rock. He never took the lead unless necessary, and yet, he was always there when needed. That was his strength. And it was surely what had reassured Y/N, even if she didn't say it.

It was gradual.

The first time was a quick trip to the local park. A break between classes, a desire for fresh air. Humin had yelled at pigeons, Juntae had gotten lost in his own thoughts as usual, and Si-eun had seen, in the distance, Y/N sitting on a bench. And Hyun-tak… standing next to her, offering her an ice cream. She had smiled. He had looked away.

No one said anything. But Si-eun felt it.

That something, there. Slight but very real. An invisible thread between the two of them.

It intensified over the weeks.

Y/N, usually reluctant to stay in overly noisy groups, more often agreed to join them. But not for them. For him.

"Is Gogo coming?" she would sometimes ask, in a detached tone that was anything but innocent.

The first time she called him that, "Gogo," everyone burst out laughing. Except Hyun-tak, who turned beet red.

"Why do you call him that?" Humin grumbled.

"I don't know. Gotak, it's ugly. Gogo, it's softer."

And as if it were obvious, it stuck. Gogo this, Gogo that.

Even Juntae smiled, with his enigmatic look. But Si-eun frowned. He didn't say anything that day. He just watched Hyun-tak out of the corner of his eye.

Y/N was tactile. That wasn't new.

She'd cling to his arm when they walked together. She'd rest her head on his shoulder on the subway when she was tired. She'd take Si-eun's hand without warning, like when she was little. And yet… it wasn't the same with Hyun-tak.

It was never her who changed. It was him.

Every time she placed her hand on his shoulder, Hyun-tak became stiffer. Every time she laughed at one of his jokes—and only his—he would pinch his lips to keep from smiling too broadly. And most of all… he'd blush. Like a living blush. guy...

Every single time.

And Y/N? She saw nothing.

She continued to talk, to laugh, to tug on his sleeve, to complain about her homework, to thank him for a snack, to sit just a little too close.

But it was always him who looked away. Who pretended. Who whispered to himself: You don't have the right.

Hyun-tak knew.

He kept telling himself it was stupid. That it was temporary. That she was fifteen, and he was seventeen. It wasn't much, maybe. But in his head, it was a barrier. A forbidden line. He told himself he wasn't good enough for her.

Not smart enough. Not strong enough. Too used to solving problems with his fists. Too awkward with words.

And yet, he couldn't help but stay. To be there. To reach out when she stumbled. To give her his jacket when she was cold. To send her a message at night when he knew she'd had a bad day.

She didn't always reply.

But when she did, it was with these simple little words:

- Thanks, Gogo.

- You save my day.

And he would sit on his bed, phone on his chest, eyes closed, his heart a little too heavy.

He didn't have the right.

But he didn't want to distance himself either.

One afternoon, they found themselves alone, without the others. Y/N had invited him, almost without thinking.

"Can you help me study for math? Oppa's not here, and I hate equations."

He hesitated. Just for a second. Then he accepted.

At her place, it was quiet. Clean. A little messy too. Books, folded clothes, snacks hidden in a corner of the desk. She was comfortable. He, less so.

She had put on an oversized sweater. Did it belong to him? He preferred not to ask.

She sat on the floor, legs crossed, the textbook open in front of her.

"Explain this to me," she said, pointing to a problem.

He knelt beside her, tried to explain.

She understood quickly. And smiled.

"You're really not dumb, Gogo."

"You're better than you think you are."

"You're cute when you say that like it's nothing."

He looked at her. A little too long.

She didn't even notice.

That evening, Si-eun came home early.

He found them both in the living room, bent over a notebook. Nothing suspicious. Just… too close. Too fluid. Too natural.

Y/N looked up and said, cheerfully:

"Oppa, Gogo saved me from despair!"

Hyun-tak stood up, nervously, hands in his pockets.

"I'm going to go."

He avoided Si-eun's gaze. Y/N, meanwhile, continued to put her things away as if nothing had happened.

But Si-eun felt his stomach clench.

It wasn't that he didn't like Hyun-tak.

It might even have been the opposite.

He was the most reliable of them all. The one who fought without hesitation to protect others. Who had never betrayed, never lied, never fled. When they were in trouble, he was the one who stood firm without thinking. He was loyal, upright, courageous.

But Si-eun was struggling.

Too much.

To see him look at Y/N like that.

With that mixture of silent admiration, contained tenderness, and guilt. Si-eun saw it. He read it in his gestures, in his silences.

That look… it didn't belong to a mere friend.

But he said nothing.

Not yet.

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A few days later, it was a rainy day.

Y/N had missed her bus. She had called Hyun-tak. Not her brother. Him.

He had run to her stop, found her soaked, shivering. She had tried to joke.

"You're allowed to tell me I'm an idiot, go ahead."

He removed his jacket without answering and placed it over her shoulders. Then, simply:

"I can't leave you like this."

They walked slowly, under an umbrella that was too small. She laughed. He blushed. And in that fine rain, he had wanted to take her hand.

But he didn't.

He didn't have the right.

Si-eun watched them from afar.

He still said nothing.

But his fists sometimes clenched, for no reason. His gaze became harder. Not towards Hyun-tak. Nor towards Y/N. Just… towards this reality he couldn't control.

He wanted to protect her. Like before. Like always.

But he also knew… that he couldn't keep her away from the world. Not forever.

And most of all, that she would choose him herself.

Even if she didn't realize it.

Even if "Gogo" remained a silly nickname in the eyes of others.

For her, he had become a landmark.

And that…

that scared Si-eun more than anything.

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POV Hyun-tak

He should have backed away long ago.

He knew it.

He had known it the first time she ran to him with that smile too big for her still-round cheeks, when she grabbed his arm without asking permission, when she called him Gogo as if it were normal.

No one called him that. No one dared.

But she did. Without thinking. Without barriers.

And he said nothing.

He should have pushed her away, acted distant. He didn't. Because he was weak. Because in this world of chaos, blows, pain, and silence, she was light.

Not a blinding light.

A gentle flame.

Something rare. Fragile. Terribly alive.

Y/N was tactile. She always had been. She clung to the people she loved. She tugged on sleeves, tapped arms, leaned back without warning, slipped her fingers into his without realizing. And with him, it was worse.

He had tried everything to convince himself it meant nothing. That he could handle it. That he could be the one who stayed, solid, unmoving. But sometimes, when she laughed, gently hitting his shoulder, when she clung to his bag, he wanted to scream.

Scream at himself.

Because he felt too much. And she, nothing.

Not like him.

She was at an age where you live through others. Where you heal through those you think you understand. She didn't see his glances, his silences, his trembling. She didn't feel the tension in his arm when she unexpectedly hugged him. She didn't see the fire burning in his chest when she half-fell asleep on his shoulder during bus rides.

She was just herself. Spontaneous. Carefree. Without malice.

And he…

He was drowning.

He suspected Si-eun had noticed.

He wasn't blind.

He felt his gaze linger longer, heavier, when Y/N shamelessly clung to him. He saw his jaw clench, his fists tighten. He recognized that tension in his eyes, that fine blade of worry beneath his voice.

But that day, it was no longer suspicion. It was fire.

They were alone. In front of the high school. The others had left. Y/N too.

Si-eun had called him in a calm tone. Too calm. He knew that tone. It was the calm before the storm. The one used when words become more powerful than shouts.

"We need to talk."

Hyun-tak said nothing. He nodded.

They stopped at the corner of a building, by the wall, where no one lingered at that hour. It was grey. The cold wind whipped their faces.

And then Si-eun spoke. Straight into his eyes.

"You're going to stay away from her."

A blade.

Simple.

Cold.

Hyun-tak didn't flinch. But his heart skipped a beat.

"Did you hear me?"

"I heard you."

"So?"

"I… I understand."

A terrible silence.

But Si-eun didn't let up.

"Do you think I hate you?"

Hyun-tak clenched his teeth. His gaze trembled.

"No."

"Do you think I take you for a jerk?"

"No."

"Then why haven't you moved? Why do you let her cling to you? Why do you look at her like that?!"

The voice rose. And the blow landed—not a fist. Just a mental slap. A sharp word.

Hyun-tak opened his mouth. Then closed it. He felt tiny. Ridiculous. Ashamed.

But he had to speak.

"Because I love her."

The word was uttered. Slowly. Like a secret being buried. A pain being bled.

Si-eun took a step back. Not shocked. Not surprised. Just… broken.

"You love her?"

"I know I don't have the right."

"You love her?!" Si-eun repeated, his voice broken this time.

Hyun-tak felt his breath shorten.

"I love her like you love what you've never had. Like a fixed point in an unstable life. I love her because she smiles like she's never suffered. Because she still sees beauty in ugly things. Because she truly laughs. And because, when she touches me, I feel like I exist."

A silence fell.

Hyun-tak wiped away a tear before it fell.

"But I won't do anything. I swear. I never have. I never will. I'm not that kind of guy. I already hate myself enough."

Si-eun lowered his head.

And then, in a whisper:

"I respect you, Hyun-tak. You're my friend. You've saved me more than once. I'd trust you with my life. But my sister…"

He looked up.

"My sister isn't just someone. She's all I have. She's the only person I've ever wanted to protect, before myself. Before everything. You were there when she was broken. You saw her in pieces. You saw how she put herself back together. And you're important in that too. But now…"

He paused.

"Now you have to choose. Either you keep making her smile, in silence, from a distance. Or you leave."

Hyun-tak didn't answer immediately.

He felt his heart screaming. His throat was dry. His eyes burned.

But he nodded.

"I'll keep my distance."

It was a lie. Not about the action—he would do it. But about the pain. He knew he would stay. That he would burn in silence. That he would live beside her, without ever having her. That every time she touched him, he would turn away. Every time she spoke too close, he would step back. That he would become a wall.

And it would hurt.

But he would do it.

For her.

For Si-eun.

For himself.

Because sometimes, loving means staying away.

That evening, he went home, alone. He locked the door. He sat on the floor, back against the wall.

He buried his head in his arms. And he cried. Silently.

No sobs. Just tears. Burning. Relentless. Uncontrollable.

Because sometimes, the heart doesn't understand that what it wants, it cannot have.

And that even sincere, tender, honest love…

… can hurt.

And be forbidden.

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POV HYUN-TAK

Distancing himself from her. He had decided.

It was what he had to do. What Si-eun expected. What a good friend, an honest man, would do. Not what he wanted. But since when did desires have a place in this kind of equation?

So, he put distance between them.

It wasn't brutal. Just… gradual. He replied less. No longer laughed at her jokes. No longer allowed himself to be touched. When she walked past him, he pretended to be distracted. He no longer responded to her nicknames. He no longer looked at her. At least not when she could see him.

She understood.

Not everything. But enough.

Y/N wasn't stupid. Nor blind. She had first thought it was a passing mood. Then, she insisted, a little. He held firm. Until she confronted him.

"Why are you ignoring me?" she blurted out, her brows furrowed, a tremor in her voice.

He took a deep breath.

"I'm not ignoring you. It's just… better this way."

"Better for whom?" she retorted, her voice higher.

He clenched his fists. She was there, in front of him, two steps away. Her presence consumed him. She didn't understand. And he couldn't explain.

"Y/N… I'm tired. That's all."

That's all ? A lie.

She stared at him for a long time, her lips pressed together. Then she whispered:

"It's my brother, isn't it? He said something to you."

He didn't answer. And that was the worst mistake.

She took a step back, her face frozen. Tears didn't come easily to Y/N. But her gaze… it was broken.

"It's him. You're not saying anything, so it's him."

She turned on her heel. Without another word.

Later, he learned they had argued. She and Si-eun. It wasn't common. They were bound by years of silent survival, of shared pain. But this time, she had confronted him. And Si-eun hadn't denied it.

He didn't know what they had said to each other. But the next day, she walked past him without a word.

And that… that hurt more than anything.

He swore to himself to hold on. Because even if it tore him apart, it was better this way. She needed to be free. To grow up without him in her footsteps. To become who she was meant to be, without his burning glances at her back.

But Y/N… she was a flame. And flames don't accept walls.

One day, she came back to him. He was sitting on the steps behind the gym, where he often went when he needed air.

She sat next to him without saying anything.

The silence was thick. Almost heavy.

Then she whispered:

"I'm mad at you."

He turned his head towards her. She was looking straight ahead, her legs pulled up to her chest.

"You don't understand what you mean to me. And you disappeared without warning me. Without telling me why. What do you think I am? A child? A clinging girl? I'm not stupid, Gogo."

The nickname echoed in his chest. He had to close his eyes to keep from faltering.

"Y/N, I…"

"Shut the fuck up."

She was trembling. Not from cold. From anger.

"Do you think you're helping me? You're hurting me. You're hurting me like no one else."

He didn't answer. He couldn't. Because if a single word crossed his lips, he wouldn't be able to stop. He would tell her he loved her, that he dreamed of her, that she haunted his thoughts. And he didn't have the right.

A few days later, they all got caught up in a situation that went bad.

An old score to settle with a former group. Nothing new. Except this time, Y/N was there.

She shouldn't have been there. She was never there when things got serious. But that evening, she had decided to follow Si-eun and the others, despite her classes. Maybe to keep an eye on him. Maybe to prove something to herself.

When Hyun-tak understood what was happening—the ambush, the familiar faces of those who came for them, the improvised weapons in their pockets—his blood ran cold.

He searched for Y/N with his eyes.

She was there. Too close.

"Y/N. Leave." His voice was firm.

She frowned.

"Huh? No, why?"

"Leave! Now!"

"But I…"

"Y/N! GET OUT!"

She flinched. He never yelled. Never at her. She remained frozen.

Then he grabbed her arm, pushed her towards an alley.

"You have to leave. Run until you hear nothing more. Do you understand me?!"

"But why? It's not serious, I can—"

"You shouldn't be here! Don't you understand, damn it! I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE!"

She opened her mouth. And saw it.

The look.

That of a boy who is scared. For her. Who trembles at the mere thought of her being touched. It wasn't anger. It was raw panic. Naked.

She backed away. Slowly. Then she turned on her heel.

He watched her disappear. And at that moment, he felt something within him collapse.

He had just yelled at her. Forced her to leave. As if she were a burden. As if she were a problem.

But she was none of that.

She was the only precious thing in this rotten world.

And he had pushed her away again.

The fight was short. Violent. A little disorganized. They got out of it. But in Hyun-tak's heart, something had frozen.

He wasn't afraid of dying. He was afraid she would be hurt.

When he got home that night, he clenched his fists so hard that his nails left marks.

He sat on the floor, back against the wall. Again.

And he hated himself.

Y/N, for her part, didn't come back to him in the following days. Not like before.

She looked at him from afar. Her eyes dark, hurt. Silent.

She didn't know he loved her. But she knew he had pushed her away. She knew he was keeping his distance. And for her, that was already too much.

And him?

He acted as if he was fine.

He smiled in front of the others. He laughed with Hu-min. He listened to Juntae. He talked with Si-eun, as if nothing had happened.

But as soon as she entered a room, he stopped breathing.

Because love, true love, isn't happiness.

It's a constant burn.

A fire that cannot be extinguished.

And that must be hidden so as not to burn everything down.

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For the past few days, a new sensation had been forming within Hyun-tak. A burning he had never felt before, and one he couldn't name at first. It wasn't disgust. It wasn't jealousy. It wasn't sorrow. It was anger. Pure. Cold. Muffled. Against Si-eun.

Because he had seen Y/N crumble. He had seen her struggle against rejection, against incomprehension, against a suffering that was far too heavy for her still-teenage shoulders. And Si-eun had let her down. He had his reasons, Hyun-tak was sure of it. But that excused nothing.

He resented Si-eun for imposing this distance. For looking him straight in the eye and telling him to stay away from her. He resented him for hurting her.

And most of all, he resented himself for listening.

That night, he was on his bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. His phone vibrated once, then a second time. An alert. The location app they had installed together, as friends, as a joke. Y/N was in a weird place.

He frowned. A nightclub?

He called Si-eun immediately.

"Why is Y/N in a damn club?!"

Silence on the other end of the line. Then:

"What?!"

"Check the app. She's in a damn club. Explain to me what she's doing there?!"

He heard Si-eun's hurried movements. Then the call cut off.

Hyun-tak jumped up, pulling on a jacket. He couldn't wait. Not this time.

Y/N was already outside the club when Si-eun found her. She swayed, dishevelled, a tight black dress clinging to her slender hips. She was scarlet, her cheeks flushed, her eyes washed out by alcohol.

"What did you do, Y/N?! You just took off like that without saying anything?!"

She turned her head towards him and laughed. A bitter, grating, joyless laugh.

"You want to know? Nothing. I was just tired of being invisible. Tired of you, of Gogo, of your secrets and your orders."

He took her arm to drag her to the apartment. She walked with difficulty, dragging her feet. Halfway there, she collapsed onto the pavement, sitting down like a spoiled child.

"I don't want to go home!" she cried. "Let me go, I'm sick of you both!"

She was screaming. Hoarse, tearing cries. The kind that comes from too deep to be calmed.

"EVERYTHING is my fault, isn't it?! I don't have the right to exist as I want! I don't have the right to love the people I want! No right to live!"

"Y/N, stop…"

"NO! You're lecturing me when you've messed up my life! You and your damn silence! You're not my father, you're not even a real brother sometimes!"

And that's when Hyun-tak arrived.

He stopped dead when he saw her. Sitting on the ground. Her arms dangling. Her hair dishevelled. Her legs exposed. A dress too adult for her. A sadness too great for her body.

Something exploded inside him.

"Are you stupid or what?!" he roared. "Have you been drinking?! What did you do in that shitty club?!"

She looked up at him. And she smiled. A sad, defensive smile.

"Oh, Gogo. You came too. Great. Come lecture me too."

"Do you think this is a game?! What do you want to happen to you? Do you think we can protect you all the time, huh?!"

He was yelling. Loudly. His voice trembled. His fist was clenched, his breath short.

"Do you want us to find you in an alley, clothes torn and eyes empty?! Do you want to end up like that?!"

She sprang to her feet, stumbling.

"I'll do what I want! You're not my father either!"

"And do you think I want to be, damn it?! I-"

He cut himself off. Because he was about to say something he would regret.

Y/N was crying.

Big, painful, desperate tears. She hit her chest with her fist.

"You don't love me! No one really loves me! I'm just a damn burden!"

"That's not true!" Hyun-tak cried. "That's so untrue…"

But she wasn't listening anymore. She was still screaming. She was in ruins.

And so was he.

He took a step forward, then two. Then he stopped.

She was magnificent.

Not beautiful. Magnificent. Broken, lost, but so alive. With her red eyes, her dangling arms, her crumpled dress, her cries of pure pain. She was truth incarnate. And he loved her. God, how he loved her.

And he wanted her to hate him.

Because if she loved him… he could never let her go again.

He took her in his arms, without a word. She let him, empty. He slipped his back under her arms and lifted her against him. She was light. Burning. He carried her as one carries what one never wants to break.

She didn't speak.

Neither did he.

But their hearts screamed.

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The sun filtered gently through the thin curtains, caressing the sheets with a warm light. Y/N slowly blinked, her stomach still knotted with the emotions from the day before. It took her a few seconds to remember where she was: there, in Hyun-tak's living room, stretched out on the old sofa he'd always refused to change.

Her throat was dry, her head heavy. And yet, something else tore her from her stupor: voices.

Voices arguing.

Gotak's, first, nervous, laced with anger.

"You think that's enough for me ?! You put a barrier between us and now you want to act like everything's fine?!"

And Si-eun's, lower, tired. But sincere.

"I don't want to separate you anymore. You're the one who's angry. Not me."

Y/N slowly sat up, straining her ears, her heart beating faster.

"I tried to do what was right," Si-eun said. "I messed up. But I thought it was what I needed to do to protect her."

"You think by moving away from her, you're protecting her? Do you know how she felt when she looked at me, not understanding why I wasn't laughing at her jokes anymore? Why I wasn't brushing against her? Why I was changing paths when she arrived?!"

"I know."

"No, you don't know. Because you only see what you want to see. She looked at me like I'd become a stranger. She smiled at me even when she was sad, and I couldn't do anything."

A pause. Then Hyun-tak's voice, lower.

"I love her, damn it."

Y/N felt her chest constrict.

Hyun-tak continued, almost in a whisper, as if he no longer had the strength to hold it back.

"I did everything to tell myself it was stupid. That it was temporary. But every time I see her, every time she touches me without even thinking about it, it's like I fall a little more. I tried to detach myself. I failed."

A thick silence followed. Y/N didn't move, frozen.

Then, the door softly closed. The voices faded away.

She then noticed a sheet of paper on the coffee table. Familiar handwriting.

It's from Si-eun, she thought.

She picked it up, and read:

"Y/N. If one day your heart races, make sure it does so for the right person. Not for an illusion. Not for a crumb of affection.

For something that burns slowly, that remains.

You've always inspired me, even if I never told you.

You've always forced me to be better, even if I denied it.

I didn't want you to fall. But I made you fall. I didn't want to distance you from those who did you good. But I did. And I won't apologize with empty words.

Just... choose someone who never asks you to hide. Who looks at you like you're worth more than the world.

I think he already does.

Oppa."

Y/N put the paper down, tears welling in her eyes.

-

Hyun-tak was on the roof. As often. Sitting on the edge, legs dangling in the void, a can of soda in his hand.

She joined him, her heart both heavy and light.

"You don't smoke anymore?"

He startled slightly, turned.

"I don't know how to do it. Have you forgotten?"

She smiled. Then sat down beside him.

Silence settled, but not heavy. Sweet. Warm.

She turned her head towards him.

"You said you. loved. me."

He blushed. Lowered his head.

"You heard..."

"Every word."

He sighed, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

"I hadn't planned for it to come out like that. But it's true. It's even worse than what I said. I've loved you for months. Maybe more. You changed me, Y/N. You taught me to laugh at my own foolishness. You made me believe that maybe I wasn't so bad. And I was scared. Because I've always been the one people look at last. The one who protects but is never chosen."

He finally turned his eyes to her.

"But with you, I wanted to be the first. The only one. And I was ashamed to want it."

She said nothing.

And then, without thinking, she leaned in and kissed him.

A sudden, clumsy, desperate kiss.

She pulled away immediately, her heart pounding, terrified.

"Sorry! I thought... I believed..."

But he didn't wait.

He placed his hand on her cheek, gently, and pulled her towards him.

And this time, it was he who kissed her.

Slowly.

Tenderly.

With that modesty and intensity that don't deceive. As if he had waited a lifetime to do it. As if he was putting everything he had never been able to say into that kiss.

His fingers trembled slightly against her neck, but his lips were sure. Her heart beat fast, too fast, as if every second could break him or save him.

When he pulled back, she had her eyes closed.

He looked at her, a shy smile on his lips.

"It wasn't a fireworks display," he said. "It was a lighthouse."

She opened her eyes.

And smiled.

Her heart stronger. Clearer.

They didn't know where it would lead them.

But it was already there.

And it was true.

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: Gotak watching Sieun act like he didn't do anything 😐

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Bae Seok Ryu and Song Hyeon Jun

Truthfully, the circumstances just weren’t in their favor, regardless of how much they loved each other and dreamed of a future together. They were faced with a huge obstacle in the form of stomach cancer, for which Hyeon Jun fully committed to being Seok ryu's caretaker, taking a sick leave from work and even putting his whole life on hold for Seok Ryu, because he loved her and wanted to be there by her side. However, Seok ryu's decision to not tell her family and close friends meant leaving Hyeon Jun- who respected her decision and even after they broke up, kept her illness hidden from her family- as her sole caretaker and support system, which was bound to take a toll on him as well sooner or later.

After her treatment ended, they were yet faced with another huge blow in the form of depression -none of which are Seok ryu's fault by the way. But once again Hyeon Jun was left as her sole source of support. Now, I'm not saying that one's partner isn't supposed to be there (I mean, "in sickness and in health", right?), but it's clear that it was too much for him at this point. This reminded me of a cancer research conference I attended years ago, where one of the discussed topics was caretaker burnout and the importance of respite for them, both the sick person and those around them are greatly affected both physically and mentally, and that's what we saw in the episode; Two exhausted people who, despite loving each other, just couldn't bear with how exhausted they were and Hyeon Jun ended up snapping. Does this mean he's a shitty person? No, we saw him be by Seok ryu's side through thick and thin, but at last he was tired and snapped in a moment of desperation. This sadly just means they just weren't what the other needed at the moment anymore, and this is a very realistic portrayal of relationships where there isn't respite nor a proper support system.

I do think he loves her and feels guilty for being so burnt out, but sadly she's ready to move on and that's all that's left for him to do now. Move on.

This sets up a huge challenge for Seung hyo tho, how do you get through her walls when she’s seen first hand what can happen to a relationship when faced with adversities? She said it herself, she’ll be constantly on the lookout for her cancer possibly coming back or even spreading. How can he convince her that he won’t burn out? How can you convince someone who knows firsthand that sometimes love is not enough? Good luck Charlie!

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Family By Choice

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[benkaben]

I love this show btw like, how many more things you think it will twist and showcase in a different light as the story goes on? What other secrets is it hiding? What other lies and truths lay out there? What seemingly threatening or innocent actions will mean more or less than what it first seemed?

Can't wait to find out!

[dramashutup]

This drama is so underrated. I know it's probably because it's a remake, but dangggg... I wish it's longer too. It's so heartwarming and funny and cute

This is my family drama of the year 💐🫂🥰

[psalm40speakstome]

Family By Choice. Episode Eleven and Twelve.

Hilarious way to still include the Hae Jun’s marriage proposal. I approve

[firelise]

Secret Relationships (2025) basically

[hnk-art]

My dragonborn girl (humanoid, I don't want to play a scaly ...) from Yeonido for "Journeys through the Radiant Citadel" one shots we started recently. She's a psi warrior, and she's afraid of the dark. Hopefully, her adoptive sister put an eternal flame on the stone of her diadem so she can sleep in peace now and not in anguish of waking up in the middle of the night with no light sources. She also very very likes fashion. I went freestyle with the clothing design, but I'll post it later when it looks like sth else than my usual sketchy mess of a blob.

[sleeperwaker]

WAKER 1ST MINI ALBUM 'Mission of School' INDIVIDUAL CONCEPT PHOTO (Days ver.) 2024.01.08 6PM (KST)

[almostwisegalaxy]

Weak hero class headcanon Bloopers

Why did they break up with their partner? ¯⁠\⁠_⁠ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Listen... I was sleepy and I can't sleep so here it is. ತ⁠_⁠ತ

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°Yeon Si-eun:

He broke up with his partner because he couldn't solve a Rubik's Cube in under 60 seconds.

Yeon Si-eun had always known that logic and strategy were the pillars of a relationship. But when his partner, who was otherwise very affectionate and funny, took more than 3 minutes and 47 seconds to solve a Rubik's Cube he had given him as a token of love, Si-eun looked at him with real pain in his eyes.

— "I can't be with someone who doesn't understand the importance of algorithms."

He left him a solution manual on his way out, "to improve yourself, not to get me back.". (Baby? It's not my fault. I have a low IQ ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ )

°Seo Jun-tae:

He broke up with his partner because he ate his nuggets without asking.

Seo Jun-tae had a difficult day. He had resisted bullying, returned books to the library, and finally ordered HIS favorite nuggets. He had carefully aligned them on the plate according to their size. It was sacred.

But when he came back from the bathroom and saw that his partner had "just tasted one," he froze.

— "You took the crispiest one. You knew it was the alpha nugget."

He packed his suitcase immediately, leaving his partner a note saying: "You must respect the nugget sanctuary."

°Park Hu-min (Baku):

He broke up with his partner because he couldn't fight... a pigeon.

Baku is a tough guy, okay? He can't tolerate weakness. One day, a pigeon invaded their balcony. Feathers everywhere, squawks, chaos. Baku watched, thinking his partner would handle it. But no. He screamed, panicked, and took refuge behind the curtain.

— "You ran from a pigeon. Do you think we can face the Union if you freak out over a bird?"

He left the apartment without saying goodbye, but leaving a seed for the pigeon. Because he, he respects his enemies.

°Go Hyun-tak (Gotak):

He broke up with his partner because he said taekwondo was "just pretty kicks."

Hyun-tak had given his all. He had shown his best sequences, taught the philosophy of combat, and even performed a slow kata with zen music. But one evening, after a demonstration, his partner said, laughing:

— "It's a bit like dancing, isn't it? But with more shouting."

Silence. A deadly tension.

— "A dance? Do you think this is K-pop?"

Hyun-tak put on his sneakers, threw his dobok into his bag, and whispered before leaving:

— "Flexibility without respect is just gymnastics."

°Geum Seong-je:

He broke up with his partner because he refused to do couple cosplay.

Seong-je loves extremes. He had organized everything: Naruto and Sasuke costumes, a photo shoot, an Instagram post. But his partner refused:

— "I don't feel comfortable as a ninja."

Fatal error.

— "NOT. COMFORTABLE? Do you think Sasuke had a choice? Do you think the Akatsuki is a comfort zone?!"

He threw the shinobi headbands out the window, destroyed his own cosplay katana, and left with a criminal organization cape, shouting: "Betrayal." (Ok bro ರ⁠_⁠ರ)

°Choi Hyo-man:

He broke up with his partner because he beat his Mario Kart record.

Hyo-man is competitive. Very. During a quiet evening, his partner accidentally beat his record on Rainbow Road. Looking at him out of the corner of his eye, he said:

— "It's just a game, huh."

No. NO.

— "A. Game. YOU dared to say that Rainbow Road... is just a game?"

He "blew up" his console with a punch (well, not really, but he threw it in the bathtub). Then he left the apartment muttering:

"True champions don't tolerate humiliation."

°Na Baek-jin:

He broke up with his partner because he said chess was "meh."

Baek-jin plays chess like he breathes. Every move is a metaphor for his life. So when, one romantic evening, he suggested a game to his partner, the latter replied:

— "I prefer Chinese checkers. Chess is too slow."

Baek-jin froze. He carefully put away the pieces, one by one, and said:

— "You put the king in the fridge, and my heart in the freezer."

He left, leaving the board with a coded message in chess notation:

* e4 e5 2. Qh5?? 3. End. (Bro What the fuke?)

°Oh Beom-seok

He broke up with his partner because he didn't "like" his Instagram post within the first 3 minutes. (ʕ⁠ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ⁠ʔ This complexed man...)

Beom-seok, fragile but demanding, posted a carefully filtered photo. He waited. 1 minute. 2 minutes. Still nothing. 3 minutes, still no red heart from his guy.

Panic. Anxiety. Rage.

— "If you can't like me at my best, you don't deserve me at my worst."

He sent a 7-minute dramatic voice message , with sad BTS music in the background. And blocked his partner everywhere. Even LinkedIn. (??? ತ⁠_⁠ತ)

°Kim Gil-su (from the Union) 0_o :

He broke up with his partner because he called "Dragon Ball" a "cartoon."

Gil-su lives for anime. His heart beats with every Kamehameha. He invited his partner to watch Dragon Ball Z. But when his partner said:

— "This cartoon is a bit long, isn't it?"

Gil-su slowly stood up, went to get his Ultra Instinct Goku figure, looked at it one last time... then gently put it away.

— "It's not a cartoon. It's an intergalactic epic."

He left the apartment without shouting. The calm was more frightening.

°Kang Dae-won -_- from the union) :

He broke up with his partner because he couldn't make proper ramyeon.

Dae-won is a ramyeon purist. Timer, temperature, texture: everything matters. But his partner used instant noodles with ketchup. KETCHUP.

— "You put ketchup... in the ramyeon... Do you want World War III?"

He threw the chopsticks on the floor, stood up, and declared:

— "Love is like noodles: when it's too liquid, it slips and falls."

°Ahn Su-ho:

He broke up with his partner because he said "it's just a scarf" when he saw his scar.

Su-ho is silent, brooding, with a heavy past tattooed in every gaze. He wears a black scarf. Always. Even in summer. No one ever takes it off. Except...

One day, his partner, thinking it was a "cute joke," suddenly pulled off his scarf to kiss his neck. What he discovered? An old, thin, straight scar, testifying to a past confrontation.

— "Oh... it's nothing big. It looks like a cat scratch!"

Silence. The world stopped.

Su-ho stood up, slowly put on his jacket, replaced his scarf, then whispered in a grave voice:

— "This scar is the price of blood. You compared it to Mimi, your cat?"

He left the apartment quietly, without slamming the door. Just a draft.

And he left a note, scrawled on the back of a bandage:

"You don't understand what we carry when we protect others."

The next day, his ex found his cat Mimi... with a tiny black scarf around its neck. A silent message. Poetic. And terrifying. (╏⁠ ⁠”⁠ ⁠⊚⁠ ͟⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠⊚⁠ ⁠”⁠ ⁠╏)

Bonus: Headcanon Group – "Ex Boyfriends of Eunjang High" WhatsApp Group

All their ex-partners end up in a private WhatsApp group. They share memes, cry together, and organize group therapy every Tuesday.

They even have a ranking:

* Most Dramatic? Beomseok (LinkedIn dude? ಠ⁠ ⁠ل͟⁠ ⁠ಠ)

* Most Incomprehensible? Si-eun.

* Most Traumatizing? Seong-je (he sent a giant inflatable clown to his ex after the breakup).

* The One They Want Back? Baek-jin (Cause he is rich •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀ )

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화͙이͙팅͙ ୧( “̮ )୨✧

[weakheroforever]

LETS GO!

[midnightplumblossoms]

Hello! I hope you’re doing well!

Jin Hyeon from Wudang sect + Fuck or Die?

🔞 One of his fellow Wudang disciples triggered a trap inside of the Medicine Immortal's Grave. And, unfortunately, Jin Hyeon was the unlucky victim.

A strange-smelling, pink gas suddenly puffed right in front of him. He pulls back, throwing a sleeve over his nose—a little too late maybe—and coughs out, "Step back!"

His fellow disciples followed his orders without questions and they move back towards the entrance of the pathway they had chosen.

"Hey," Jin Mu looks at him worriedly. "Your face is turning really red."

Jin Hyeon lets out a shuddering gasp, unable to answer as his knees buckle and he falls to the floor.

He isn't sure what kind of gas he inhaled, but it was making him burn. It felt as if heat was spreading from within him, devouring Jin Hyeon from the inside-out.

Several of his fellow disciples crowd around him in concern. He wants to tell them to give him space, he'll be fine, but a sudden cramp hits him in the gut and he feels a strange liquid seep through his underwear.

He's filled with shame at the thought that perhaps the gas had made him lose control of his bladder, but he gets distracted when Jin Mu's hand brushes against his neck.

And instantly, he feels relief.

Before Jin Mu could pull back his hand, Jin Hyeon grasps it between his and places it against his cheek, letting out an uninhibited moan at the cool sensation.

He hears one of the disciples let out a strangle gasp at the obscene sound their normally respectable hyung made, but he's too delirious to acknowledge it.

Instead, he draws Jin Mu closer, pulling him down to the floor before climbing into his lap. He feels the other man stiffen and call out for him, but all Jin Hyeon could think of was how wonderful it would be to bite the man in front of him.

And so he does just that.

The unexpected whimper Jin Mu let out and the sudden hard object that hit his thighs curled something odd in Jin Hyeon's stomach and he grinds down against the bulge with his weight.

"I think I know what kind of poison that was." One of his younger martial siblings, hands on a dusty plaque marking the entrance of the cavern pathway.

"An aphrodisiac? Is there a cure?"

"Surely, there is! This is the Medicine Immortal's Grave, after all."

"It says here...oh."

"...um, does that mean we'll have to—"

Jin Hyeon moans prettily in front of Jin Mu who had his jaw clenched as hard as his fist, fingers harshly digging into his palm leaving bloody cresents.

"Please, Jin Mu." Jin Hyeon whispers, not knowing what he was even begging for. He just knew that it was something Jin Mu could offer him.

Mustering all his self-control, the man could only say, "Get him off me. Now."

One of the disciples hurriedly tried to pry Jin Hyeon off, but Jin Hyeon grabbed said disciple by the waist and pressed his face into front of the man's pants. He breathes wetly against the growing chub beneath the robes.

The disciple lets out a strangled cry and tries pulling Jin Hyeon off, but the man was much too strong for him.

The others watch in complete stupor as Jin Hyeon makes unexpected quick work of the disciple's pants and swallow his cock whole.

Only Jin Hyeon's shameless and sloppy slurping broke the silence of the cavern.

"We still have a mission..." one of the disciples mumbles awkwardly, eyes transfixed on the debaucherous movement and sounds made by Jin Hyeon as he forcibly dragged his martial brother into completion.

Jin Hyeon releases the trembling disciple, a string of murky saliva still connecting his tongue to the now-flaccid penis. His eyes hold a dazed and hungry look to them as he turns to the others and asks, "Next?"

...

...What their other hyungs don't know won't hurt, right?

[cosmicallybound]

ACOTAR Verse   :   A Court of Fire  &   Stars

     eons   before   the   formation   of   prythian,   before   even   the   first   glimmer   of   what   would   later   become   the   first   star,   there   was   the   celestial   phoenix.   from   her   desire   for   companionship,   were   the   first   stars     &&     planets   born.   after   her   first   successful   creation,   the   divine   goddess   desired   to   create   more   like   it.   thus,   multiple   realms   were   created.   each   was   a   vast     &&     distinct   domain,   yet   they   were   all   blessed   with   the   magic   of   a   devoted   goddess.   the   cauldron   lived   on   with   her   blessing,   forever   gifting   her   love   to   those   of   prythian.

     the   goddess   retreated   to   her   celestial   palace   to   rest   peacefully,   for   her   work   was   done.   yet   she   was   unable   to   rest   for   long,   for   the   rifts   between   realms   woke   her.   the   possibility   was   always   there,   for   why   should   she   close   the   realms   from   one   another     ??     unable   to   hide   her   own   innate   curiosity,   the   goddess   fell   far   sooner   than   she'd   ever   expected.   though   the   mother   fell   from   her   palace,   a   phoenix   never   truly   dies.

     the   celestial   goddess   was   made   high   fae,   though   most   of   her   divinity   was   sealed   away   by   being   made.   from   the   ashes   of   her   divine   form,   hyeon-seung   was   born.   brilliant   amber,   the   only   physical   reminder   of   her   divinity    –    other   than   her   phoenix   form    –    a   stark   reminder   that   she   was   well     &&     truly   fae.

     newly   made,   hyeon   spent centuries   wandering   her   creation.   rumors   started   to   spread   about   a   lone   high   fae   wandering   prythian,   aiding   the   freedom   of   enslaved   humans   whilst   consuming   the   hearts   of   any   fae   that   opposed.   though   she   wandered   the   entirety   of   prythian,   the   solar   courts   held   a   special   place   within   the   ever-burning   fire   of   her   heart.   the   homesickness   that   would   often   render   her   unable   to   breathe   lessened   within   these   courts,   especially   the   night   court.

     a   quiet,   tumultuous   friendship   formed   between   the   celestial   bird     &&     the   high   lord   of   the   night   court.   there   would   always   be   a   space   for   her   should   she   choose   to   make   the   night   court   her   home,   though   she   has   yet   to   truly   accept   the   offer.   her   presence   was   kept   hidden   from   any   who   were   not   a   high   lord   of   the   solar   court,   for   she   was   far   too   powerful   to   be   tethered   to   just   one   court.

     though   her   presence   within   the   solar   courts   was   kept   secret,   hyeon   did   not   sit   idly   by   during   the   war.   she'd   made   friends   with   humans     &&     fae   alike   who   supported   the   freedom   of   all   humans.   once   more,   rumors   started   to   spread   about   a   phoenix,   a   firebird,   unlike   any   had   seen   before.   this   celestial   being   seemingly   halted   time     &&     space   that   gave   her   allies   a   much-needed   upper-hand.   however,   hyeon   was   not   all-powerful,     &&     she   could   not   save   everyone. 

     after   the   war   ended     &&     amarantha   ascended   as     ❝   high   queen   of   prythian   ❞,     hyeon   slumbered.   the   war   had   taken   much   from   her,   having   burned   her   new   fae   body   away,   leaving   only   an   amalgamation   of   stars   behind.   she   needed   time   to   regrow,   but   this   time   it   was   .   .   .     different.   she   was   more   powerful   than   she'd   been   before,   had   more   access   to   her   divine   abilities. 

     and   so,   the   celestial   phoenix   sleeps,   a   stalwart   presence   within   velaris.   if   it   were   not   for   the   slightest   movement   of   her   feathered   body,   many   would   assume   her   to   be   a   statue.   hyeon   slumbered   for   the   entirety   of   amarntha's   rule,   far   too   weak   to  ��be   of   much   use   until   awoken   by   the   return   of   the   high   lord   of   the   night   court. 

[benkaben]

I'm not saying poly would have saved them...

But it would've definitely helped.