#우아우아우아해🤍

[wooahoe]

it was all planned long ago, in this overcast, rainy weather. the streets are filled with memories that haven't dried; love is nothing more than a meaningless lament

mist. heavy fog, honey-baked pretzel sticks. headphones tangled in your pockets, r&b in languages you barely know. a familiar presence at your side.

you look up, and smile lightly.

jeon wonwoo smiles back.

he opens the umbrella, and holds it up so that it covers the two of you.

“ready?”

“nah. not really.”

he pauses. you sigh softly, hoping that the release of your breath is enough to release the pressure that’s been building up inside of your chest.

“that was a joke, woo.”

he sends you a side eye, and you know full well that he’s not convinced. he tells you this, and you let out a dry chuckle.

“fine, you got me. let’s go.”

“are you sure?”

you clutch the urn in your hands.

“it’s been seventeen years, wonwoo. she deserves it, whether i’m ready or not.”

“she’d want you to be okay, love.”

at this, your eyes well up with tears. you fight to keep them down, but it’s no use.

he places the umbrella on the floor gently, and pulls you into a hug. it’s warm, gentle but firm. you feel water coming to rest on the top of your hair, and it takes a few moments for you to register that it’s not the rain, but wonwoo’s tears.

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teaser — 怪天氣 (strange weather); jeon wonwoo x reader

GUYS THE PROMISED GATEKEEPED WONWOO FIC FROM MY POLL IS ALMOST HERE !! and we all hurrahed (i hope lmao). thank you all for being so patient, i’m sorry it took so long to come out. i’m hoping to release this on wonwoo’s enlistment date, but if not, then it’ll release on mother’s day

mlist — 🎧 i love u so ᡣ𐭩 — tatbilb4 uni au

taglist: @sousydive @dreamingofpcy @junplusone — wanna join my taglist?

[wooahoe]

호우 in the year of our lord 2025❕ — hxw beam

the two of us together, heavy rain + the universe

pinnochio + 동갑내기 + stupid idiot; hoshixwoozi beam countdown series mlist

a/n: i’m actually going INSANE for this album !! there are officially THREE days left AHHHHHHH !!

i’ll release one fic per day, each one surrounding my thoughts + predictions for each song. there’ll be a fourth fic released a few days following the album’s release as an accumulation of my deranged mental state (due to 호우 ㅋㅋㅋ) because i will have SO MUCH inspo from the album and mv i swear.

(tysm to @mochacoda and @ppyopulii for letting me yap to them abt soonhoon 🫶🫶🫶 i swear i’m normal also btw i’m @jiabae)

i hope you all enjoy!! and god bless for 호우 in the year of our lord 2025

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i wanna tell you, i need you so much — pinocchio (250309)

baby just like this — 동갑내기 (250310)

멍청이 바보 — stupid idiot (250311)

beaming through the city — hoshixwoozi (2503??)

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[wooahoe]

i wanna tell you, i need you so much — ghost!kwon soonyoung x lee jihoon

pinocchio; or, jihoon is already haunted, what’s one more ghost? mlist

호우 in the year of our lord 2025❕ — hxw beam countdown series mlist

cw: lowkey inspired by ‘the specters of algeria’ by hwang yeojeong go check that shit out, non idol au, magical realism, death, allusions to very real deaths but not explicitly stated (rest in peace 엄마, mama jeon, & moonbin; you are loved and terribly missed), shipping, swearing in general, konglish (both romanized and not), angst(?), men in love, fluff, i think that’s it but lmk if there’s anything else !

a/n: TUMBLR ATE THE ORIGINAL VERSION GRRRR so here’s a shorter one 😔

i’m trying to make magical realism my bitch this year…so if this is sucky then i apologize in advance.

bro the album trailer was giving me “i am connected with you on a spiritual level and also we’re announcing our engagement��� vibes. ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW GORGEOUS IT WAS ?!? LIKE HELLO I WAS WATCHING ART! i’d recommend listening to imaginary friend (itzy), what kind of future (uji) and, ofc, pinocchio (hxw, when it eventually comes out) while reading this, because i was listening to these + the small bit of pinocchio that we got on loop while writing this

— ✦ ۫ 𑄼ల۫  ۪ ʚɞ °｡⋆ ⸜

유령  ✦ ۫ 𑄼ల۫  ۪ ʚɞ °｡⋆ ⸜ yuryeong

noun ghost; phantom; spook; 죽은 사람의 혼령. The spirit of a dead person. being bogus; 이름만 있고 실제로는 없는 것. The state of having just a name and not existing in reality.

— ✦ ۫ 𑄼ల۫  ۪ ʚɞ °｡⋆ ⸜

“so who are you?”

…

“can you speak?”

nod.

“then why aren’t you?”

blink blink. shrug.

“…are you sure you can speak?”

two fingers. duck beak. quack quack.

“yes, i know i said that twice.”

pointer finger prods at chest. fingers curl into claws. teeth bared in a mock growl.

“you’re a tiger?”

nod nod. very rapid nodding. expression goes from cute angry to happy.

jihoon sighs. the person in his bathroom mirror is a ridiculous one.

“but you’re human.”

headshaking. on the verge of whiplash. claw hands again, then fingers point towards eyes.

“tiger…eyes?”

rapid nods.

“but you look like a hamster.”

glare. arms cross to make an x.

“alright, fine, but i’m not calling you ‘tiger eyes’. what about hoshi?”

bright grin. hands clap noiselessly in contentment.

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when jihoon was younger, he’d seen an unfamiliar reflection every time he looked in the mirror. it wasn’t as if he couldn’t see himself; rather, it was the one next to his own. it belonged to another who had chubby cheeks, slanted eyes, and hair that was colored an unnatural blonde.

he’d always wondered who that other boy was. but after his nth round of asking, he’d realized that it was better if he didn’t say anything about the reflection. everyone just assumed it was his ‘imaginary friend’.

but it all felt very real to jihoon.

this…well, he didn’t really know what to call hoshi, but he’d played with his hair and clothing whenever jihoon had stood in front of the mirror. the thing is, he could feel his hair being toyed with and hoshi’s spider-like fingers poking him teasingly. but when he looked behind him?

there was nothing there.

fortunately, he didn’t have to pretend to not be losing his mind over a ghost anymore; hoshi had disappeared around the same time that jihoon had entered his first year of elementary school. at first, hoshi’s disappearance had freaked him out. where had his silly, silent friend gone? but gradually, jihoon let himself believe what everyone else had told him over the years: he’d just imagined hoshi (because what child didn’t have an imaginary friend at his age?) and eventually outgrew him.

and so jihoon, for the better part of his twenty-five years of existence, had been ghost-free.

still…it was strange.

when jihoon was seventeen, his best friend’s mother had died. and it wasn’t like it was his own mother, but for some reason…well, he wasn’t exactly sure how to explain it.

he’d sobbed as if it were his own.

and that same day, he thought he’d felt soft hands brushing his hair out of his eyes.

but it had to have been a side effect of crying his tear wells dry, some sort of dehydration-induced delusion, because nobody was in the room with him.

three years later, his parents were killed in a car crash.

three years later, he felt those same hands comfort him again, only this time, the pain was worse.

it felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest, violently, and then shoved back in. only all of the tubes weren’t quite aligned, and it felt like the blood was always getting caught with nowhere to go; the only option was to stay where it was until the pressure grew and grew until it finally burst.

thankfully, jihoon had managed to deal with the pain; over time, it got duller, less like glass shards and more like water pushing down on him. he got used to it.

but now? he thinks he might be close to bursting.

because one more person had left him. his roommate from college had passed away, the same roommate whom jihoon had gifted a cat the year before, as a housewarming present.

the striped toyger, who his roommate had named mirae, stared back at him, eyes wide in recognition.

“왜? what are you looking at?” jihoon blinked back tears and felt the cat pawing at his sock-covered foot.

mreow.

the feeling felt…oddly familiar, but jihoon didn’t quite know where he remembered it from.

but it was comforting. familiar.

he reached down to scratch mirae’s ears.

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wave. bright smile. shaking so much he’s almost vibrating happily.

“hoshi?”

excited nod.

“you’re real?”

offended side eye.

“where the fuck have you been for the past twenty-something years?”

blink. shrug.

“why am i only seeing you now?”

head tilts to the side.

“…?”

palms flat together, then spread out as far as they can. fingers point to eyes, then jihoon. questioning expression.

“you’ve…been able to see me the whole time?”

nod.

“then why haven’t i been able to see you?��

mouth opens, as if to speak. soundless. frustrated expression.

one foot exits the mirror, towards jihoon. then another, then his arms, torso, neck, until finally his head pulls free.

he grins impossibly big, and opens his mouth to speak.

“mreow!”

jihoon shoots up, only for him to find that he’s not standing in front of a mirror, but sitting upright in his bed, and he’s thrown mirae off of the mattress from the force of his movement.

mreow!

“아, 미안해, 미래야.”

mrow.

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