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ᯓᡣ𐭩BSF’S (OR MORE) WITH DREW STARKEY ᯓᡣ𐭩

ᯓᡣ𐭩 introducing bombshell!reader and bsf!drew 🪽

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bombshell!reader and drew’s relationship 🪽

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JOSHUA Hot — Be the Sun in Japan (2022)

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“writing fanfics is something I do in my free time for fun. I will not treat it like a job and will instead treat it like a hobby because that’s what it is.”

also how it feels being a fanfic writer:

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star-lit embrace - csc

Pairing: husband!scoups x wife!reader

Genre: fluff, cute jealous, and sulky scoups, established relationship

Synopsis: Seungcheol and y/n laugh through a cozy moment by the campfire, their playful exchange of "I love yous" and affectionate teasing proving that their love is as infinite as the night sky above.

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎ�� 🧁

Under the vast canopy of stars, the campsite was a tranquil oasis far removed from the bustling city life. The crackling fire cast a warm, golden glow over the group of friends gathered around it, while the cool night air gently brushed against their faces. Seungcheol, lounging on a cushioned blanket with his beloved y/n nestled against him, enjoyed the serene evening, wrapped in the comfort of the company of friends and loved ones.

Seungcheol stretched out, his eyes momentarily drifting away from the lively chatter of his members. His gaze softened as he looked at y/n, who was slightly separated from the rest of the group. The blanket they had shared earlier had slipped a bit, and he noticed her shivering slightly.

"Are you getting chilly, darling?" Seungcheol asked, his voice gentle and concerned. He reached over to pull the blanket back over their legs, ensuring she was warm.

"A little bit," y/n responded, her voice barely above a whisper. She adjusted the blanket with a small, grateful smile. "Mmm, you're warm."

Seungcheol leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head. The soft, affectionate gesture was met with a contented sigh from y/n, who snuggled closer into his embrace. The intimacy of the moment was accentuated by the backdrop of the starry sky and the comforting sounds of nature.

She looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the starlight. "I can see why you and the rest enjoyed doing this as kids. The sky is astounding from up here."

Seungcheol smiled warmly, resting his forehead against hers. "Can I be childishly corny and say it is nothing compared to you?"

He anticipated a chuckle or a playful roll of her eyes in response, but instead, y/n surprised him by lifting her hand to his cheek, her touch tender and affectionate.

“Can I be childishly flattering and say I think I love you.” She confessed softly, her gaze steady and sincere.

Seungcheol's heart swelled with a mix of affection and amusement. He chuckled softly, the sound mingling with the crackling of the fire.

“Darling, we’ve been married for four years.” He replied, his tone both teasing and loving.

Y/n’s eyes twinkled with a mixture of mischief and adoration. “I know, but every time I look at you, every time you're like this, it feels like I’m falling in love with you all over and over and over and over again.”

He laughed and leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle, loving kiss. The warmth of the fire and the closeness of their bodies made the kiss even more intimate.

When they finally pulled away, Seungcheol looked into her eyes, his own filled with deep affection.

“Not to be a copycat but,” he said softly, bumping his nose with hers, “I think I'm in love with you more than you are with me, wife.”

Y/n smirked playfully. “Trust me, I love you more than you think, husband.”

Seungcheol chuckled and wrapped his arms around her tighter, the firelight casting dancing shadows on their faces.

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cling-csc

Pairing: idol!scoups x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, cute jealous and sulky scoups, established relationship

Synopsis: Seungcheol's jealousy about y/n's fictional celebrity suitors meets its match when y/n finds his frustration too adorable.

a/n: happy birthday general leader!

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One balmy afternoon in Y/n’s cozy apartment, sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, casting a warm, golden hue over the room. Y/n lounged comfortably on the couch, a soft smile gracing her lips as she watched her boyfriend, Seungcheol, with a mixture of amusement and admiration.

Seungcheol, perched on the other end of the couch, had his toned legs crossed and his expression was one of adorable irritation. He was intently scrolling through his phone, his brows furrowed as he read the various public opinions about Y/n and her supposed type of men. The comments were a mix of speculation and playful shipping, reflecting the K-entertainment industry's tendency to speculate about the personal lives of celebrities.

“Can you believe this?” Seungcheol muttered, his voice tinged with frustration. “They’re saying you’d look good with all these other guys. Just because you’re pretty and young doesn’t mean you have to be paired up with everyone.”

Y/n's eyes sparkled with mischief as she observed Seungcheol’s pouting. She loved seeing him like this, his usually confident demeanor softening into something more vulnerable and endearing.

“What do they think my type is?” Y/n asked, feigning innocence. She already knew the answer, but she enjoyed teasing him.

“They think you like guys who are nonchalant, the ones who don’t wear their hearts on their sleeves.” Seungcheol grumbled, still scrolling through his phone.

Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh, really? That’s interesting.”

Seungcheol’s pout deepened. “Yeah, well, if they only knew how much you love someone clingy. Someone who can’t breathe without your attention. Someone like me.”

Y/n's heart swelled with affection as she saw Seungcheol’s sulking face. She decided to stoke the fire a bit more. “Maybe I do look good with those other guys. You know, it’s all just for fun.”

Seungcheol groaned dramatically, his shoulders slumping as he scooted away from her, his frustration palpable. “You’re not making this any easier, you know. You’re really pushing it.”

Y/n bit her lip, a playful glint in her eyes. Without warning, she grabbed the front of his oversized shirt and yanked him down to her height. Seungcheol’s eyes widened in surprise as she closed the gap between them.

Leaning in, Y/n captured his lips in a long, passionate kiss. The tension melted away as their mouths moved together, the world outside forgotten. Seungcheol’s phone slipped from his grasp, landing with a soft thud on the couch beside him.

Their kiss grew more intense, Seungcheol’s hands sliding up to cradle Y/n’s face as he deepened the kiss. Y/n’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as their bodies pressed together. The heat between them grew, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they explored each other’s mouths with a hunger that left them both breathless.

When they finally pulled away, both panting, Seungcheol’s expression had softened from frustration to a heady mix of desire and fondness. He wrapped his bulky arms around Y/n, pulling her even closer. His eyes locked onto hers, the playful spark replaced by a more serious, burning intensity.

“Now you’ve started it,” he murmured, his voice husky with emotion. “I think I need to show you just how clingy I can be.”

Y/n laughed softly, her fingers tracing the collar of his shirt as her eyes glinted with anticipation. “Oh, really? Is that so?”

Seungcheol’s hands roamed down her back, his touch igniting shivers as he leaned in to kiss her neck, his lips trailing heated, lingering kisses along her skin. Y/n gasped softly, her body responding to his touch with a mix of desire and need.

“You’re going to have to prove it.” She breathed, her voice trembling slightly as she tilted her head to give him better access.

Seungcheol’s lips curved into a teasing smile. “I’m more than happy to show you.”

He guided Y/n gently back onto the couch, his kisses growing more fervent and exploratory. His hands roamed over her body with a mix of tenderness and intensity, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through her. Y/n’s hands clung to his shirt, pulling him closer as their bodies pressed together.

The room filled with soft, sensual sounds as they lost themselves in each other. Seungcheol’s lips found hers again, their kiss now a desperate, passionate dance. He pulled away just enough to look into her eyes, his expression a perfect blend of adoration and desire.

“You know,” he whispered, his voice dripping with affection and a hint of mischief, “I might have to be a bit extra clingy from now on.”

Y/n laughed, a soft, delighted sound that mingled with the warmth of the moment. “I think I’d like that.”

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cheol moments that live rent free in my mind🍒💞 #HappySeungcherryDay #띵동띵동_승철이_생일이다_문열어

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this sucks so bad i need to [remembers suicide jokes only worsen my mental health] put on the best talent show this towns ever seen

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seventeen as tweets [2/?]

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I added more things here at the end, Wonwoo's pov and a new added character as well!

MORIOR INVICTUS (Chapter one)

- SEVENTEEN zombie apocalypse fic

Chapter 1: ‘Eat what? Did cannibalism become a trend?’

“Eat another teammate?” she repeated incredulously, her voice cracking. “Like, bitten, chewed… what the hell?”

"Yes! Eat!" Seokmin exclaimed, his frustration palpable. "Unless you’ve got some other technique for devouring a person."

"Like raw?" Hyungseo asked, her voice trembling with disbelief as she struggled to hold back tears. Though she knew she sounded irrational, she was desperately trying to make sense of the grotesque nightmare unfolding before her. They definitely didn't cover this in med school.

"No, Hyungseo. They stopped by the cafeteria to make a steak out of my freaking teammates!" Seokmin hissed. "Yes, raw! Guts out, blood seeping on the field!"

Hyungseo’s mind reeled as she grappled with the full magnitude of Seokmin's horrifying revelation. The nightmare was no longer confined to the scene before her; it had invaded her reality itself. She took a deep, shuddering breath, her mind racing to comprehend a world that had just been turned upside down.

A shadow of deep concern crossed Hyungseo's face. The fear that had consumed her was momentarily eclipsed by a more pressing urgency.

"Jisoo, I—I need to contact Jisoo." Hyungseo muttered, more to herself than to Seokmin.

Seokmin watched as she fumbled with her phone, her hands trembling uncontrollably, her bottom lip clenched tightly. Her movements were frantic, her forehead etched with worry.

"The senior?" Seokmin asked, already knowing of Jisoo Hong—an esteemed alumnus of their school, affectionately known as ‘Doctor Angel’ due to his angelic features and benevolent demeanor. But what was Hyungseo's connection to him?

Hyungseo nodded, her eyes darting anxiously between her phone and Seokmin.

“Yes, Hong Jisoo. He’ll know what to do.” She pressed the phone to her ear, her voice barely a whisper as she dialed her best friend. “This sounds like some messed-up horror movie.”

Seokmin bit his lip, a gesture of frustration and anxiety mingled with a sliver of solace in the midst of chaos. “Believe me, I wish it was just a bad dream.”

Hyungseo’s expression tightened with mounting frustration as she tried to get through to Jisoo. Muttering a curse under her breath, she stepped back from Seokmin’s touch and hissed into the phone, “Fuck, fucking answer, please.”

 “Look, we need to get somewhere safe and figure this out. Fast.” Seokmin took a deep breath, trying to maintain composure.

Hyungseo nodded, her face darkening as she ended the call. “We should head to the campus safety office. We need to find out what’s going on and devise a plan.”

“Alright. Let’s go.” Seokmin’s gaze softened as he observed the resolve in her despite the evident fear.  “We need to find a secure location where we can contact for further assistance.”

Yet, before they could take another step, a guttural growl pierced through the tension. Hyungseo’s eyes widened in terror, having not yet encountered the monstrous transformation of the students. Seokmin’s reaction was swift; he reached for his bloody baseball bat, ready for whatever came next.

Hyungseo’s heart pounded in her chest as she glanced around, trying to pinpoint the source of the ominous growling. The sound was closer than she’d expected, each guttural growl sending shivers down her spine. She'd heard stories, seen movies, but this was real and terrifyingly close.

Seokmin, his face set with grim resolve, gripped the baseball bat with both hands. His knuckles were white, and he glanced around the dimly lit campus alleyway with a mixture of fear and readiness.

"Stay behind me," Seokmin instructed, his voice low and steady despite the tension. He scanned the shadows, searching for the source of the noise. “If anything comes at us, I’ll handle it.”

Hyungseo nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her mind was racing, she had to stay calm and focused, but the fear was nearly overwhelming.

A sudden, shrill scream from nearby sent them both into high alert. Seokmin’s grip tightened on the bat, and he took a protective step in front of Hyungseo.

From around the corner of the building, a figure staggered into view. It was a student, but not like any student Hyungseo had seen before. The student’s eyes were wild and vacant, their clothes tattered and stained with blood. A ragged, open wound gaped at their side, and their mouth was smeared with dark crimson.

“Holy shit.” Hyungseo breathed, unable to tear her eyes away from the gruesome sight.

Seokmin moved quickly, positioning himself between Hyungseo and the approaching figure.

“Don’t move, stay quiet,” he instructed, his voice barely above a whisper. “We don’t know if it’s alone.”

The creature let out a terrifying growl, its gaze locking onto Seokmin with a predatory intensity. It lunged forward with surprising speed, its movements erratic and uncoordinated.

Seokmin swung the bat with a practiced motion, connecting with the creature’s side with a sickening thud. The force of the impact sent the creature crashing into the wall, momentarily stunned but not defeated. It scrambled to its feet, its movements more desperate now.

Hyungseo watched in horror as Seokmin prepared for another swing. Her own hands trembled as she tried to reach for something she could use to help.

As Seokmin engaged with the creature, another growl sounded from behind them. Hyungseo’s heart leapt into her throat. More of them?

Before she could react, a group of the monstrous students emerged from the shadows, their bloodshot eyes locked onto the pair. The situation was spiraling out of control, and there was no clear escape route.

“Seokmin!” Hyungseo shouted, her voice cracking. “We need to move!”

Seokmin glanced back, his face set in a determined scowl. “Go! I’ll cover you!”

Hyungseo took a deep breath, steeling herself for the chaotic sprint ahead. She grabbed Seokmin’s arm, pulling him away from the advancing creatures. They bolted down the alleyway, the sounds of growls and shuffling footsteps echoing behind them.

As they rounded a corner, they goes straight to the sport education department. They needed to find safety, and they needed to do it fast. The campus safety office was their best bet, but it’s miles away from where they were and amidst the panic and confusion it wouldn’t be easy.

Seokmin let out a sigh of relief when they finally reached a semblance of refuge. He released his grip on the bat, his body finally relaxing a fraction. Turning to Hyungseo, he asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she replied, wiping the streaks of dried tears from her face with the sleeve of her white wool cardigan. “Nice swing, by the way. MVP of the apocalypse.”

A smirk tugged at Seokmin’s lips. “Glad to be of service, Doctor.”

Hyungseo snorted, leaning against the cold, white wall of the department building. Her gaze fell on the darkened hallway, and she realized with a jolt that the sky had turned an ominous shade of twilight. Checking her wristwatch, she cursed under her breath. “Shit. It’s 7 in the evening already?”

“Time flies when you’re running for your life.” Seokmin quipped, trying to lighten the mood despite the palpable tension.

Hyungseo looked up at him, her expression a mix of confusion and curiosity. “Where were you when all this started?”

Seokmin swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly. “I was in the club room. I was... I was waiting for you.”

The girl nodded in understanding. “And then?”

“I heard loud noises—strange, guttural noises. I thought it was just students being rowdy next door.” Seokmin’s gaze turned distant, as if replaying a horror movie in his mind. “Then there was a scream—a blood-curdling scream. I went to check and... I saw Jaehyun with a girl. Her mouth was clamped onto his neck, and he was bleeding everywhere. I called for help, and Eunwoo came. But then, the girl’s neck snapped—Jaehyun did it. And then he started attacking Eunwoo…” His voice faltered, the gravity of his words sinking in. “Eunwoo was... overpowered. I barely managed to escape before everything went to hell.”

Hyungseo stared at him, her mind spinning from the horror of his account. The world outside felt like a twisted nightmare, with no end in sight.

“So, this is really happening?” she murmured, trying to grasp the full extent of their grim reality. "Have you contacted your family?"

Seokmin shook his head, a look of regret etched on his face. "No, I left my phone in the club room. I was supposed to return there, but then I remembered we were supposed to meet, luckily..."

"Luckily, you bumped into me before I could get myself eaten." Hyungseo offered a soft smile, trying to find some semblance of normalcy amid the chaos. “Thank you.”

A faint noise from the hallway sliced through their brief respite—a footstep, slow and deliberate, like the creeping tread of impending doom. Hyungseo’s eyes widened, her pulse quickening in response to the ominous sound.

“Looks like our little break might be over sooner than we thought.” Seokmin muttered, gripping the bat tighter as if it were his last line of defense against whatever horrors lurked beyond.

Hyungseo shot him a pointed look. “Let’s not stick around to find out.”

With an urgency fueled by the dread clawing at their nerves, she yanked Seokmin toward a nearby door that looked marginally more secure than the one they’d been sheltering behind. They moved swiftly, shadows merging with their own as they tried to avoid drawing attention.

“Hello?” A voice, low and whisper-like, slithered through the corridor, sending icy shivers down their spines. “Is anyone still human?”

Hyungseo and Seokmin exchanged a glance, a mixture of relief and wariness flashing across their faces. They nodded in unspoken agreement, deciding to investigate the source of the eerie call.

Seokmin raised a cautious hand, signaling for silence. “We should check it out. Stay sharp.”

Hyungseo nodded, her heartbeat thundering in her ears as they crept forward through the darkened corridor. Each step reverberated in the eerie silence, their surroundings barely illuminated by the flickering light that seemed to pulse with its own kind of nervous energy.

As they approached the source of the voice, a figure emerged from the shadows—a young man, his clothes tattered and face smeared with grime. He looked as if he’d been through hell and back, his eyes wide with a blend of hope and terror.

“Are you two really human?” The young man asked, his voice trembling yet desperate, as if hoping against hope that he wasn’t about to be abandoned again.

“Yeah,” Hyungseo replied cautiously, her sarcasm a thin veneer over her anxiety. “We’re still human. Just barely.”

The young man’s shoulders sagged with visible relief. “Thank God. I thought there was no one left who hadn’t turned. I’ve been hiding here, hoping for help.”

Seokmin’s gaze softened as he studied him. “I’m Seokmin. Do you know if there’s a safe place around here or any other survivors?”

“I know you!” The young man gushed, wiping his hand on his pants before shaking Seokmin’s with fervent enthusiasm. “I’m Seungkwan. Boo Seungkwan.”

“Boo Seungkwan from the university tabloid?” Hyungseo asked, raising an eyebrow.

Seungkwan blushed, his eyes lighting up with surprise and pride. “Y-yeah, you read my work?”

Hyungseo shrugged, a wry smile tugging at her lips. “They’re the only ones worth reading.”

Seungkwan’s face brightened at the praise, but before he could respond, another figure emerged from behind him.

“Seokmin-hyung!” The newcomer gasped, his relief evident as he took in Seokmin’s presence.

“Hansol-ah! You’re okay!” Seokmin exclaimed, his relief palpable as he embraced Hansol.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Hansol said, returning the hug with equal fervor before turning to Hyungseo. “We thought we were the last ones. What’s happening out there?”

Hyungseo shook her head, her expression a complex mix of exhaustion and grim determination. “The short version? Hell has officially broken loose, and we’re stuck in the middle of it.”

The group fell into a tense silence, the weight of their situation settling heavily upon them. The hallway outside was eerily quiet, the earlier chaos replaced by an unsettling stillness that seemed to press in on them.

Seungkwan cleared his throat, trying to cut through the tension. “So, any plans on how we’re getting out of this mess?”

Seokmin frowned, his mind working quickly. “We need to find a secure place, figure out what’s going on, and get out before it gets any worse.”

“We’re on our way to the cat-care club room.” Hyungseo offered.

Seokmin's eyes narrowed at her words, his brow furrowing in confusion. “I thought—”

“We need to get your things. You need to contact your family, Seokmin.” Hyungseo interjected, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Seokmin looked as though he was about to protest, but before he could, the distant echo of a guttural growl resonated through the building, cutting him off. The group exchanged uneasy glances, the sound a harsh reminder that their respite was likely over.

Hyungseo took a deep breath, her determination steeling in the face of the mounting danger. “Let’s move. We don’t have much time.”

With that, they pushed forward, their footsteps quickening as they braced themselves for whatever awaited them in the uncertain corridors of their shattered world.

Wonwoo glanced at the old man beside him, his anxiety growing. His apartment was on the fifth floor, and the closest hospital, Haneul Medical Center, seemed like it was an eternity away.

With a sharp exhale, he fished his phone out of his pocket and glanced at the screen, hoping for a sliver of normalcy amidst the chaos. He checked his keys—he'd need them for the old man’s hospital visit. Maybe, just maybe, after dropping the old man off and calling to check on Seokmin and his mom, he could crawl back into bed and pretend this nightmare was just a figment of his imagination.

Lost in his frantic thoughts, Wonwoo accidentally collided with an old man ahead of him, causing him to freeze in place.

“Sir?” Wonwoo asked, his voice laced with confusion as he noticed the old man had suddenly stopped.

The old man turned around. No, it wasn’t just a turn—it was as if his head had been wrenched off its hinges. The eyes that met Wonwoo’s were devoid of humanity, replaced by a hollow, ravenous hunger that seemed to pierce straight through him.

“Oh, come on,” He muttered, his cold eyes widening in disbelief as the man's face, pallid and devoid of blood, twisted into a grotesque, hungry grin. “Seriously? This is how it’s going down?”

The old man—his skin white as snow, eyes now an unsettling, veiny red, mouth twisted into a ghastly snarl—lunged at him with a speed that was anything but human. Wonwoo barely had time to react but managed to sidestep, narrowly evading the man’s grasp.

His heart pounded like a war drum in his chest as he stumbled backward, clutching his keys with a vice-like grip. He bolted for the stairs, the old man—a relentless predator—pursuing him with a horrifying, otherworldly shriek.

Wonwoo’s legs pumped furiously, each step echoing through the stairwell. The grotesque growls grew louder and more visceral behind him, urging him to run faster. How in the hell did that man make those sounds? 

Sweat poured down his face as he threw himself into the stairwell, bounding down the steps two at a time. Then, as he rounded a corner, he nearly collided with a woman. For a fleeting second, hope sparked in his chest—someone normal, perhaps.

“Miss, come o—” Wonwoo’s words choked in his throat.

He took a step back, his heart dropping into his stomach, when the woman turned to face him. Her neck was an ugly, gaping wound, blood pouring from it in a sickening cascade, and the exposed meat of her flesh was visible. Her eyes were vacant, and the sight of her mangled form sent a chill through him that was colder than the most frigid winter wind.

“What the hell is happening?” he muttered under his breath, his voice trembling.

The woman’s head lolled to the side, and she let out a guttural, inhuman sound that only added to the horrific reality of the situation.

Wonwoo’s mind raced, but all he could focus on was escaping this twisted nightmare. He turned and sprinted down the stairs, each step driven by a primal fear, praying for some semblance of safety and explanation.

Once he reached the 4th floor, he skids to a halt as he frantically searched for an escape route. His mind was racing nearly as fast as his feet, trying to piece together the madness that was unfolding while he narrowly avoided the blood-streaked hands clawing through the gaps in the stairwell.

On the 3rd floor, his eyes went wide with shock as he saw a high schooler covered in blood, gripping a thick piece of wood like it was a lifeline.

“Duck!” The boy yelled, his face set in a grim mask of purpose.

Without a second thought, Wonwoo ducked, and the high schooler swung the makeshift weapon with all his might. The wood connected with the old man's head with a sickening thud. The old man staggered, disoriented for a moment. But the boy wasn’t finished. He swung again and again, each blow landing with brutal accuracy.

Wonwoo could only watch in stunned silence as the boy continued his relentless assault. The old man, now reeling from the blows, struggled to keep up his pursuit.

When the old man finally crumpled to the floor, Wonwoo’s brain, which felt like it was on overdrive, couldn’t help but blurt out, “Wait, what just happened? Did you just kill him? What’s wrong with you? Did you—”

The high schooler, panting heavily, shot him an exasperated look that could have melted steel. “Can we please talk about this after we’re not about to get eaten alive?”

Wonwoo, still grappling with the bizarre turn of events, protested, “I get that, but—”

“Just follow me,” the boy snapped, grabbing Wonwoo’s arm with a surprising grip of steel. “More are coming, and I’d rather not explain the end of the world to you while we’re being chased.”

Wonwoo stumbled after him, the gravity of their situation sinking in with every hurried step. “Why are they like that—”

“Can we save the 21 questions for later?” Chan interrupted again, his patience clearly wearing thin. “I’m trying to keep us alive here.”

“Fine, fine,” Wonwoo huffed, still trying to wrap his head around the chaos. “Can I at least get your name?”

“Chan. Lee Chan,” the boy replied tersely, pointing at a door behind them. “I live right there… or I used to.”

Wonwoo glanced at the door, noticing the blood seeping out from underneath. He gulped, eyes filled with pity. “Great. So what’s the plan, Chan? Where are we headed?”

Chan’s face turned even ghastly. “I don’t know, but we need to find somewhere safer. If you’ve got any more questions, save them for later. We need to move before those things catch up.”

As they sprinted down the stairs, Wonwoo muttered, “I thought a little context wouldn’t hurt. This is a lot to process.”

“Context is overrated when you’re about to become zombie chow,” Chan shot back. “Focus on running and staying alive. We’ll handle the ‘why’ and ‘how’ later.”

“Zombie?” Wonwoo asked, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and dread.

Chan shot him a sharp glance, his frustration evident. “Yes, zombie. What else would you call them?”

Wonwoo’s mind was reeling, trying to piece together a reality that seemed to be crumbling faster than he could comprehend. “And just how exactly did this... zombie apocalypse start?”

“We don’t have time for a history lesson,” Chan said, pulling Wonwoo through a narrow corridor. “The less you know right now, the better. Trust me on that.”

Wonwoo nodded, realizing that survival was the priority. As they continued their frantic escape, he shot a glance back at the fallen zombies and the bloodstained hallway.

When they reached the stairs, Wonwoo’s eyes suddenly widened. Amid the chaos and adrenaline, he realized he still had his car keys and phone clutched tightly in his hand.

“Wait—my car!” he shouted, coming to a sudden halt.

Chan skidded to a stop beside him, his eyes wide with alarm as he looked at Wonwoo. He tightened his grip on the wooden beam they were using for defense, his knuckles whitening. “What the hell are you shouting for now?”

“I’ve got my car keys!” Wonwoo said, his voice a mix of excitement and desperation. “If we can make it to the parking garage, we might actually get out of here.”

Chan’s initial frustration melted into cautious curiosity, his eyebrows knitting together. “You think you can just drive out of a zombie apocalypse?”

Wonwoo nodded vigorously, his optimism flickering like a candle in the wind under Chan's skeptical gaze. “It’s better than wandering around here with no plan. It’s worth a shot, right?”

Chan sighed, the irritation in his voice mingling with reluctant agreement. “Fine. But the garage isn’t exactly a safe zone right now.”

“Well, it’s better than getting torn apart by zombies,” Wonwoo countered, already turning back toward the stairwell that led to the parking garage. “And I’ve got my phone too. We can call for help or figure something out.”

Chan shook his head, exasperation etched on his face. “That could work, but don’t get your hopes up. The phone lines are probably jammed with everyone trying to call for help. And the outside is crawling with those things as well.”

Wonwoo’s eyes followed Chan, noticing the younger boy’s weariness. The tense, focused look on Chan’s face spoke volumes about his fatigue and the strain of their situation. Chan’s shoulders were slumped slightly, and his expression was one of reluctant acceptance.

Wonwoo took a deep breath, trying to keep his own hope alive despite the grim reality. “We have to try something. If we just stay here, we’re sitting ducks.”

Chan’s gaze softened for a moment, the hard edges of his frustration giving way to a trace of understanding. “Alright, let’s go. But stay sharp. The parking garage could be just as dangerous.”

As they moved towards the stairs, Chan’s hand rested on the wooden beam with a firmness that belied his exhaustion. He glanced back at Wonwoo, who was already leading the way with determined strides. The flicker of hope in Wonwoo’s eyes was a austere opposition to the ghastly realness they faced, but for now, it was enough to drive them forward.

They reached the parking garage, its usual humdrum now coiled into an sinking muteness. The overhead lights flickered intermittently, casting long, distorted shadows that seemed to pulse with ominous intent. Chan took the lead, his eyes scanning the space with an almost frantic intensity.

"Where did you park?" he demanded, his voice tight with urgency.

"Over at the far end," Wonwoo replied, gesturing vaguely. "It’s a bit of a trek, but if we stay sharp, we should be okay."

Chan nodded, locking onto the black Kia Sorento parked at the far right. The two of them sped through the dimly lit expanse, their footsteps echoing eerily in the otherwise silent garage. Every shadow seemed to take on a life of its own, and Wonwoo’s grip on his keys was as white-knuckled as his nerves.

A group of zombies came into view, their monstrous forms lineated against the dark. Luckily, the dim illumination concealed their approach, and as long as they kept quiet, they could slip inside the car and lock themselves in.

That was the plan until Chan, in a moment of clumsiness, stepped on a shard of broken glass. The sharp crunch echoed through the garage.

“Fuck.” Chan’s eyes went wide with terror as he glanced up at Wonwoo, the horror of their predicament clear in his gaze.

Wonwoo grabbed a sizable piece of wood that had been lying on the ground—a makeshift weapon Chan had dropped earlier—and turned to face the advancing zombies.

"Shit! Move it!" He shouted, his voice a harsh bark of command. "Get in the car, now!"

He hurled the keys to Chan, who scrambled toward the vehicle with the urgency of someone fleeing a burning building.

"Get in and lock the door!" Wonwoo yelled, brandishing the wood like a makeshift club.

He charged at the nearest zombies, swinging the piece of wood with all his strength. The thud of the wood against flesh was sickening, but Wonwoo kept swinging, his movements fueled by a fierce determination to buy Chan enough time to escape.

"Come on, you undead bastards!" he roared, sweat pouring down his face as the zombies snarled and clawed at him, their gnarled hands reaching for the warm flesh of the living. He swung the wood with all his strength, cracking it against the nearest zombie’s head. The creature staggered, but more were closing in. He swung again, his strikes brutal and unrelenting, each impact goaded by the desperate need to protect Chan.

Chan, his fear mingling with a desperate hope, fumbled with the car door. The lock clicked into place, and he threw himself into the driver’s seat.

Wonwoo fought with vehemence, his every movement burning by adrenaline. One zombie lunged for him, its decaying teeth snapping close to his face. With a grunt of effort, he kicked it away, sending it crashing into a nearby pillar. Another zombie tried to claw at him, but Wonwoo managed to drive the piece of wood into its side, blood and bone splattering across his face.

The garage became a cacophony of growls, grunts, and the sickening crunch of bone against wood. Despite the chaos, Wonwoo’s focus remained sharp, his eyes burning with purpose.

Chan, fumbling with the car keys and nearly dropping them in his frantic rush, muttered under his breath, “Great, how the hell do you start this thing? I don’t know a damn thing about driving—”

Before the boy could finish his panicked lament, a piercing scream cut through the chaos. He froze, his eyes widening in horror as he saw Wonwoo cornered by a swarm of zombies, with another horde advancing from the opposite direction.

Chan’s face turned pale as he saw the dire situation. “Hell no.”

Without a second thought, his mind raced through scenes from countless car chase movies and video games. He muttered to himself, “Here goes nothing.”

His fingers fumbled with the key, twisting it in the ignition. With a jarring roar, the car sputtered to life, and Chan let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

 “Come on, come on!” he shouted desperately, slamming the gear into drive. He slammed his foot on the pedal, eyes squeezed shut as he barreled toward the advancing zombies. “This better work—please, just—”

The car surged forward, crashing through the horde with a thunderous impact. Chan’s face twisted into a mix of shock and guilt as he watched the zombies scatter beneath the wheels.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry,” he mumbled, his voice trembling. “I didn’t think—”

As the last of the zombies crumpled beneath the vehicle, Chan screeched to a halt, his breathing ragged and uneven. He stared at the mess of undead remains scattered across the pavement, the gravity of what he’d done beginning to sink in.

“Did I just—?” His voice trailed off, filled with disbelief.

Wonwoo, covered in grime and blood, staggered over to the car. He looked at Chan with of relief.

“You’re the worst driver I’ve ever met.” He said, wiping blood from his face with a grimace.

“I’m a minor!” Chan protested, trying to keep his composure despite the chaos. “I didn’t know how to drive!”

Wonwoo chuckled, though his voice was hoarse. “You could’ve picked a better time to learn how to drive. But thanks for the rescue.”

Chan’s hands shook as he finally managed to open the driver’s side door to switch sit on the passenger seat and let the adult man drive. “I saved you for the second time. You owe me. Now let’s get the hell out of here before I screw something else up.”

The once vibrant city was now a grotesque tableau of chaos and destruction. The streets, littered with abandoned cars and debris, were eerily silent except for the distant moans of the undead.

Bodies—both living and lifeless—were strewn across the pavement, some still writhing in their final moments, others left motionless. Buildings that once stood tall now loomed like haunted sentinels, their windows shattered and their facades marred by the ravages of the monstrous outbreak.

The air was thick with the acrid stench of smoke and blood, a blunt admonisher of the calamity situation that had befallen the city.

Wonwoo gritted his teeth as he maneuvered the car through the wreckage-strewn streets, his eyes scanning for any signs of movement. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel.

“Hey, are you even watching the road?” Chan asked, his voice still shaky as he looked nervously out the window. “Because it looks like we’re driving through a zombie buffet.”

“Just hold on,” Wonwoo replied, his voice tense but set. “We need to get as far from here as possible before more of them show up.”

Chan nodded, gripping the dashboard as the car lurched over rubble and swerved around abandoned vehicles. The cityscape outside was a twisted mess of pandemonium. Every now and then, a distant scream or groan would pierce the muteness, a stern message of the threat lurking just beyond their line of sight.

“You know,” Chan said, trying to break the wound up silence, “if you get us out of this mess, I might finally learn how to drive...”

Wonwoo gave a dry chuckle, his eyes never leaving the road. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We’re not out of this yet.”

“Right,” Chan agreed, glancing nervously at the growing shadows creeping closer. “How about you focus on not turning us into a mobile buffet? That’d be a good start.”

Wonwoo’s jaw tightened as he spotted a narrow alleyway up ahead. “I’m taking us through there. It’s a shortcut that should help us avoid the main roads.”

The car stagger as Wonwoo deftly turned into the alley, the tires screeching against the uneven pavement. The passage was tight, with walls on either side nearly scraping the car’s sides. As they sped through, the narrow confines made it difficult to see what lay ahead.

“Please tell me you know where this leads,” Chan said, his voice rising with anxiety. “Because this looks like the perfect place to get cornered.”

“It’s a risk we have to take,” Wonwoo replied, his tone clipped as he navigated the tight space. “We’ll be out in a minute.”

Just then, a sudden, ear-splitting screech came from the back of the alley. Chan turned around to see a group of zombies emerging from the behind, their ugly forms blundering towards the car.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Chan exclaimed, panic rising in his voice. “They’re right behind us!”

Wonwoo’s eyes widened in alarm. “Hold on tight!”

He slammed the accelerator, the car lurching forward as it burst out of the alley and back onto a wider street. The sudden acceleration threw Chan back into his seat, his breath catching in his throat.

Wonwoo sped through the neighborhood, weaving between the remains of the once-bustling metropolis. The growing darkness was pierced by the occasional flash of headlights or the distant glow of fires burning in the wreckage.

“Where are we even going?” Chan asked, his voice trembling as he looked at Wonwoo. “Do you have a plan?”

Wonwoo's eyes locked with Chan's, a mixture of determination and concern in his gaze. "I need to go to Seonghwa University. I have to find my brother."

Chan looked at him with skepticism. “What?”

Wonwoo’s voice was firm. “I need to get my brother. He’s there, and I need to make sure he’s okay.”

“Alright. I’m coming with you.” Chan’s face tightened, but he nodded.

Wonwoo’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really? You’re just going to—”

Chan cut him off with a grimace. “I have nowhere else to go. I just bludgeoned the heads of my mother and younger brother. I might as well tag along.”

Wonwoo’s expression turned to horror, his mind struggling to process Chan’s revelation. “You... you killed your family?”

Chan’s gaze hardened, a flicker of defensiveness in his eyes.

“I had to. They were already—” He hesitated, swallowing hard. “They were turned into those things. I had no choice. It was either that or let them eat me.”

Next part ׂ╰┈➤ [ Chapter 2: Coming soon ]

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babushka woo 👵🏻

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i'm a queencard 😌💅👑✨📸

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reflections - ljh

Pairing: idol!jihoon x fem!reader

Genre: you’re my crush I got a crush on you, soft Jihoon, annoying Seungcheol and Hoshi, Jihoon got a crush, fluff

Synopsis: Jihoon thought he could master the art of the poker face, but his every move betrayed him as Soonyoung and Seungcheol played "Spot Jihoon’s Crush," revealing that when it comes to love, even the best reflections can't hide the truth.

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🧁

In the bustling world of K-pop, where every gesture and glance can spark a thousand rumors, Jihoon prided himself on his poker face. As a talented producer and performer, he had mastered the art of keeping his emotions in check, especially when it came to matters of the heart. But when you, the charming and effortlessly talented soloist and co-producer, entered his orbit, things started to unravel.

It all began innocently enough—an accidental brush of hands, a shared laugh over an inside joke. But Jihoon, ever the master of denial, convinced himself that his fluttering heart was merely a side effect of working too hard. It was nothing, he told himself, nothing at all.

That is, until Soonyoung and Seungcheol decided to play their favorite game: "Spot Jihoon’s Crush."

On this particular day, Jihoon was working on a new track in the studio when Soonyoung and Seungcheol casually strolled in, seemingly on a mission. You were supposed to be there too, to review some lyrics with Jihoon.

"Jihoon, my man," Seungcheol started with a smirk, "we need to talk."

Jihoon barely looked up from his work. "Not interested. I'm in the zone."

Soonyoung leaned on the desk, looking way too enthusiastic. "Oh, come on, Jihoon. We’re here to discuss something vital. Like, the fact that you’ve been mirroring Y/N’s every move."

Jihoon's face instantly turned a slight shade of red. "What? I—I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Seungcheol grabbed a nearby chair and sat down with exaggerated casualness. "Sure, you don’t. But here’s the thing—mirroring is a pretty solid sign of attraction."

Jihoon tried to ignore them, fiddling with his headphones. "You’re just making things up."

"Really?" Soonyoung chirped. "Then explain why you always end up standing the same way she does, or why you suddenly start fidgeting when she does."

Jihoon swallowed hard, trying to look nonchalant. "I do not."

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, so why, every time Y/N crosses her arms, you do the same. And when she fixes her hair, you do too. It’s kind of adorable. Surely not just coincidence."

Jihoon groaned. "That’s because—"

"Because you were focused on her," Soonyoung interrupted, putting on his most serious face. "And let’s not forget the countless times you’ve adjusted your posture when she does."

Jihoon’s ears were practically glowing now. "It’s not what you think."

Seungcheol leaned forward, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Ah, but here’s where it gets even better. Studies show that mirroring is a subconscious way of building rapport. It means you're trying to make a connection, and your body is telling you what you’re not."

Jihoon’s face turned a deeper shade of red. He shifted in his seat, looking anywhere but at his friends. "Okay, so maybe I—"

Soonyoung cut him off with a dramatic sigh. "Face it, Jihoon. You’re head over heels for her. And your body is practically screaming it."

Seungcheol nodded in agreement. "If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and even mirrors like a duck, it’s probably a duck."

Jihoon’s attempts at a comeback fell flat as he buried his face in his hands, clearly flustered. "You guys are impossible."

Soonyoung patted his shoulder, laughing. "But you know what? It’s cute. And if you won’t admit it, then at least let us help you out."

Jihoon peeked out from his hands, glaring at them both. "What exactly do you have in mind?"

Seungcheol and Soonyoung laughs at their friend’s flushed face until you walked in with a tray of sodas and snacks. “Snacks time!” you announced, cheerfully setting the snacks down on the table.

You flashed a bright smile as you distributed them among the group, completely unaware of the ongoing analysis of Jihoon’s behavior.

Jihoon, still red-faced, grabbed a soda and began opening it. To Seungcheol and Soonyoung’s amusement, Jihoon mirrored exactly how you had opened yours—slightly tilting the can before cracking it open. He then proceeded to mimic your method of opening the pack of chips with almost surgical precision.

Seungcheol and Soonyoung exchanged glances, grinning widely.

“Hey, Jihoon,” Seungcheol said, casually pointing out, “you’re doing that thing again.”

Soonyoung couldn’t hold back his laughter. “Seriously, Jihoon, you’re so obvious it’s almost comical. Look at you, like a freaking reflection!”

You looked between them and Jihoon, confused. “What are you guys talking about?”

Jihoon, feeling the heat rise even more, stood up abruptly and began shoving Soonyoung and Seungcheol out of the studio.

“Nothing, nothing. Just... give me a moment!” he said, his voice strained as he tried to keep his composure.

You watched, a puzzled expression on your face, as Jihoon pushed his friends out. Once the door was closed behind them, you turned to Jihoon, your curiosity piqued.

“So, what was that all about?” you asked, giving him a curious look.

Jihoon turned to face you, his face still flushed but his eyes soft.

“Nothing,” he said quietly, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Just... some silly stuff.”

His gaze, full of admiration, made your heart flutter. It was clear there was something more to his words, and as he looked at you, you couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, Jihoon’s subtle gestures were telling you something he hadn’t quite admitted yet.

Seungcheol and Soonyoung, now standing outside the studio, watched through the small window with grins plastered on their faces, satisfied with their playful meddling.

“Mission accomplished.” Seungcheol whispered with a chuckle.

“Definitely,” Soonyoung agreed, still giggling. “Time to leave them to figure things out on their own.”

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Lee Jihoon

‎‧₊˚✧[ ubi caritas et amor ]✧˚₊‧

🧁 - fluff

🍷 - smut

🍨 - angst

☕️ - horror

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Lee Chan

‎‧₊˚✧[ sine timore aut favore ]✧˚₊‧

🧁 - fluff

🍷 - smut

🍨 - angst

☕️ - horror

ׂ╰┈➤ echoes in farewell |🍨

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Echoes in farewell - lc

Pairing: idol!dino x gn!reader

Genre: gut-wrenching angst, exes, hurtful breakup, longing

Synopsis: Amid a glamorous event celebrating achievements, a chance encounter with your ex, Lee Chan, reveals a more mature and polished version of him, igniting a wave of nostalgia and unspoken regrets as old wounds are reopened over drinks and bittersweet conversation.

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🍨

The grand hall buzzed with energy, filled with the clinking of glasses and muted conversations. A grand event celebrating the achievements of various celebrities, the venue was a kaleidoscope of flashing cameras, elegant gowns, and sharp tuxedos. Yet, amidst the glamour and applause, you felt a wave of nostalgia and unease wash over you.

You had come here to support a friend who had recently won a prestigious award. The night was supposed to be a celebration, but your thoughts were consumed by one person—Lee Chan. You hadn’t seen him in years, not since the end of your disruptive relationship.

As you navigated through the crowd, you saw him. He stood by the bar, engaged in conversation with a few other guests. Chan looked different. More mature, more polished, yet undeniably handsome. His tailored suit accentuated his lean frame, and the confident air around him was a stark contrast to the boyish charm you remembered.

He seemed more knowledgeable about the world now, his conversations marked by a depth that hadn’t been there before. Your heart ached as you watched him, a thousand questions swirling in your mind. Did he still have trouble sleeping, struggling to find rest after nights out drinking with the members? Did he still need someone to wake him up after those long, reckless evenings? Did he still separate cucumbers from his meals, grumbling under his breath as if they were the greatest inconvenience?

You found yourself wanting to know if he missed you as much as you missed him. But as you tried to steel yourself, every longing stare you cast in his direction only deepened the pit of pain in your chest.

Suddenly, his eyes met yours. Chan’s expression shifted from casual interest to something more complex—surprise, recognition, and a hint of something softer. You could see the wheels turning in his mind, processing the sight of you after all this time.

"Hey," you heard him say as he approached, his voice carrying a mixture of warmth and hesitation. "It’s been a while."

“Yeah, it has.” You managed to reply, trying to keep your voice steady. The casualness of the conversation felt almost surreal, like a façade hiding the stream of emotions.

He studied you closely, his gaze lingering on your face. “You look… different. Better, though. More at ease.”

You forced a smile, though it felt tight and unnatural. “Thanks. And you, you look good too.”

“Still adjusting to this new phase of life, I guess,” Chan said, his tone light but carrying a note of sincerity. “Life’s been… a ride.”

You nodded, feeling the weight of his words press down on you. “Yeah, I can imagine.”

There was a brief silence between you, charged with unspoken words and old memories. Chan’s eyes never left yours, and you felt a surge of longing rise within you. You wanted to reach out, to bridge the gap that had formed between you over the years. But every time you considered speaking, the old fears and mistakes held you back.

“Do you want to grab a drink?” Chan asked, breaking the silence.

You hesitated, then nodded. “Sure.”

The two of you moved to a quieter corner of the venue, away from the throngs of people. The atmosphere here was more intimate, and the noise seemed to fade into the background as you sat across from each other.

Chan took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving yours. “How have you been? What’s new with you?”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady the emotions swirling inside you. “I’ve been… doing alright. Busy with work, as usual. Touring then some acting gigs at the side.”

“That’s good,” Chan said, nodding. “You always were driven. It’s adoring actually.”

There was a pause as you both contemplated what to say next. The easy banter you used to share now felt distant, replaced by the weight of what you’d been through together.

“So,” Chan said after a moment, “I’ve been meaning to ask… how are you? Really?”

The sincerity in his voice cut through the tension.

You looked down at your drink, feeling a lump form in your throat. “I’m… trying to move on. It’s not always easy, but I’m getting there.”

Chan’s expression softened, and for a moment, you saw the old Chan—the one who used to hold you close and share your dreams. “I’m sorry for everything that happened. I’ve thought about us a lot, about the mistakes I made.”

You swallowed hard, the words you wanted to say stuck in your throat. You wanted to ask if he missed you, if he ever thought about the things you used to share. But the fear of reopening old wounds kept you silent.

Instead, you forced a smile. “It’s in the past now, Chan-ssi. We’ve both moved on.”

Chan’s eyes flickered with sadness, and you could see the struggle within him. “Yeah, I guess we have.”

The conversation shifted to more mundane topics, but the weight of what was unsaid lingered between you. Every glance, every smile felt like a bittersweet reminder of what you once had. Chan’s laughter, though genuine, seemed tinged with a sadness that mirrored your own.

As the evening wore on, the event started to wind down. The crowd thinned, and the music softened to a gentle hum.

Chan stood up, his gaze lingering on you.

“It’s getting late,” he said, his voice carrying a note of reluctance. “I should head out.”

You nodded, feeling a pang of regret. “Yeah, I should probably get going too.”

Chan hesitated for a moment, then took a step closer. “Can I ask one more thing?”

“Sure.” You replied, your heart racing.

“Do you ever think about us? About what we had?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

The question hit you like a punch to the gut. You wanted to tell him everything, to pour out the pain and longing that had been building up inside you. But instead, you swallowed hard and forced a smile.

“I think about the good times,” you said, your voice trembling slightly. “But it’s best to let the past stay where it is.”

Chan nodded, a shadow of disappointment crossing his face. “Yeah. I suppose you’re right.”

There was a finality in his words, a sense that the chapter between you was truly closed. As you both moved toward the exit, Chan reached out, gently touching your arm.

“I hope you find what you’re looking for, (y/n).” he said softly. “You deserve that.”

You nodded, feeling tears welling in your eyes. “Thank you. I hope you do too.”

Chan’s smile was tinkle with sorrow, and you could see the pain reflected in his eyes. He turned to leave, but not before giving you one last, lingering look—a look that spoke of regret, longing, and an ache that neither of you could fully articulate.

As you watched him walk away, the weight of everything you wanted to say pressed down on you. The longing to reach out, to be held in his arms one last time, was almost unbearable. But the fear of repeating the same mistakes held you back.

You swallowed your emotions, forcing yourself to remain composed as you turned to leave. The pain of saying goodbye was sharp and unrelenting, a reminder of the love you once shared and the distance that had grown between you.

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