#*ljh

[hoshingi]

best friends 🙂‍↕️

[namchyoon]

my babies 🫶

[galaxymagick]

VłӾӾ '₳₥₦Ɇ₴ł₳' Ø₣₣ł₵ł₳Ⱡ ₮Ɇ₳₴ɆⱤ ₮Ɽ₳łⱠɆⱤ ♾️

[hiruseki]

really fucks me up that kim dokja killing kim namwoon is initially played off as a joke because he didn't like his character in the novel, only for it to later be revealed that he sees his younger self in knw and is just projecting his own self loathing, only for it to later be revealed he resents that knw is continuously forgiven and accepted by yoo joonghyuk despite being fucked up, only for it to later be revealed that this is because kdj hates himself so much that he believes he is the only person who doesn't deserve to be forgiven or accepted. demon king of salvation who doesn't think he deserves to be saved. kind of crazy

[jjjjeonww]

random texts w ljh!

genre - fluff! warnings - suggestive. (mdni.)

[diamonddaze01]

us, again

pairing: ljh x reader genre: angst, vaguely hurt comfort? | wc: 1.3k warnings: none | rating: pg a/n: for my 400 follower celebration -> @strxwberry-skiess requested lyrics lab + “until the day we sing together again, my path to you will never end” (us again) // love you rachel, i hope you enjoy!

Jihoon stood frozen at the door of your apartment, his hand lingering on the doorknob, as if somehow he could will the moment to freeze in place. The warmth of the room, which had once been his sanctuary, now felt unfamiliar, too quiet, too still. You had said you needed space, that you both needed time to sort things out, and in his heart, Jihoon had convinced himself that it was just a temporary pause. He could understand it, after all—relationships were complicated, messy even. He had always been a man of logic, of clear thoughts and precise decisions, but now, with your quiet voice echoing the words that seemed so final, his certainty was unraveling, thread by thread.

The apartment felt too small now, the walls pressing in on him as he stood in the space that used to feel like home. Everything was the same—your favorite blanket tossed on the couch, the cup of coffee you never finished on the counter, the books stacked neatly on the shelf. Yet nothing felt the same. The silence between you both had weight, like a third presence in the room, and Jihoon could feel it crushing him, suffocating him in a way that no amount of air could fix.

He didn’t want to turn the handle. He didn’t want to leave, not when everything inside of him screamed that staying was the only thing that made sense. But here you were, standing a few feet away, arms folded tightly across your chest, avoiding his gaze. His heart ached at the sight of you like that—distant, guarded, yet so painfully vulnerable. Jihoon wanted to reach out, to pull you into his arms and remind you of the quiet moments that had made up the rhythm of your life together. But he knew better. He knew that if he pushed too hard, you’d only pull away further.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he muttered, his voice barely louder than the hum of the refrigerator. He was trying to convince both of you, but the words felt like a lie. He wasn’t sure what he meant by them, but it was the only thing he could think to say. The last thing he wanted was for you to think that you were losing him, that somehow this—this break—meant the end.

But you didn’t answer him right away. You just stood there, arms still crossed, eyes downcast as if contemplating something too painful to voice. Jihoon hated that he couldn’t read your expression, hated how far you seemed to be from him, even though he was standing right in front of you.

“I don’t want this to be the end,” you said finally, your voice small, fragile, almost as if you were trying to convince yourself more than him. The words were a whisper, but they carried the weight of a thousand unspoken fears. Your eyes flickered up to meet his, but it was only for a brief moment before you looked away again, as if you couldn’t bear to see the disappointment in his face.

“I just… I need to figure things out,” you continued, your voice steady now, but there was a crack in it—something Jihoon couldn’t ignore. “I need time, Jihoon. I think we both do.”

The ache in Jihoon’s chest deepened at the sound of your words. He had always thought he understood you, that you both had something unspoken, a connection so strong that it could weather anything. But this… this felt like something he hadn’t prepared for. It felt like an earthquake, a tremor in the foundation of everything they had built, and he didn’t know how to stop the aftershocks from tearing them both apart.

His throat felt tight, constricted by an emotion he couldn’t put into words. “You’re sure about this?” he asked, his voice breaking slightly, betraying the uncertainty he felt. He had to ask, even if he was terrified of the answer.

You nodded, but it was the smallest movement, almost as if you were trying to convince yourself more than him. Jihoon felt something shift in the pit of his stomach—something heavy, like the beginning of a storm. He wanted to reach out to you, to make you understand that he would do anything, anything at all, to make this work. But how could he when you were so determined to step back?

“I’m not going to lose you, am I?” Jihoon whispered, his words barely audible, his heart pounding so loudly in his ears that he could barely hear your reply. He didn’t know what it was—desperation, fear, or the quiet realization that you might not be there when he turned around—but it hit him all at once.

You looked at him then, and it was the kind of look that broke him. Not with anger or frustration, but with the quiet understanding that this was something you both had to go through. Something that wasn’t his fault, but was still a result of everything you’d been through. You stepped closer to him, close enough that Jihoon could smell the faint trace of your perfume, the soft scent of your skin, the little things that made you, you.

“I’m not going anywhere. Not really,” you said, and this time, there was a steadiness to your voice that made Jihoon’s heart twist. “But we have to take a step back, Jihoon. We need to figure out who we are outside of this… outside of us. I need to find myself again, and I think you do too.”

Jihoon closed his eyes at the words, as if shutting them out would make it less real. He wanted to scream that you didn’t need to do this, that he was here, ready and waiting to help you find yourself, to find your way back to him. But the words never came. He couldn’t force you to stay. He couldn’t make this decision for you, no matter how much it tore at him.

When he opened his eyes again, you were standing there, close enough that he could feel the heat of your body, but still not close enough to erase the distance that had quietly grown between you both. Your fingers brushed against his arm, a fleeting touch, and for a moment, Jihoon thought it might be enough to make everything go back to the way it had been before. But you didn’t say anything else. The touch was gentle, tender, but so final in its own way.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you repeated, this time more for yourself than for him, as if reminding yourself that this wasn’t goodbye.

Jihoon nodded slowly, his lips parting but no words coming out. He wanted to say something, anything, to keep you close, to hold onto the love that had once felt so easy. But instead, all he could do was whisper, “Until the day we find our way back.”

You didn’t reply right away, but Jihoon saw the way your eyes softened, the way the lines of tension in your face began to fade, if only just for a moment. It wasn’t an answer, not the kind he wanted, but it was enough for now.

He turned slowly, opening the door with a soft click, the cool air of the hallway rushing in. But as he stepped out, as the door closed behind him with a quiet thud, Jihoon didn’t feel like he was leaving you behind. Not completely. Not yet.

The path between you two hadn’t ended. It was just… paused. And no matter how long it took, no matter how far apart you both might grow in this time apart, Jihoon knew—his path to you would never end.

[pillow-boi]

My full piece for orv halloween zine (hallorvween on twt) with a special scenario for the kids 👻

[orphiclovers]

Thinking about Yoo Joonghyuk’s children… Parenting really is his calling. It’s the one thing he always chooses to do, in one way or another, when not actively going through scenarios or experiencing severe psychological distress.

Like, he spends the rest of the 0th round taking care of orphans with Seolhwa and teaching at a school. We’re told he's good with kids and that this fits his personality perfectly. This was him at his happiest!! And even during the 2nd round, he and Seolhwa have a child there too.

Secretive Plotter, when talking about his own life, focuses instead on the young child in the other compartment, who he failed to save during a thousand regressions. He never forgets that kid even once, even after all the countless other deaths he saw.

And then his ‘--’, the most meaningful conclusion to his story was… saving a single boy. His ultimate purpose in life and what he was created for.

Even pre-canon he was raising Yoo Mia, a child someone left on his doorstep! It's what he does!

[celibat]

ok thoughts about Lee Jihye and the absence of Kim Namwoon

It's smth that never really factors in the novel, which makes sense considering they have way bigger things going on and LJH is often used as a comic relief character. But something that I think about often is how isolated LJH must've felt in kimcom. Younger than the adults and dismissed by them as a child, but older than the kids and not being able to really openly talk with them. And of course she had meaningfull relationships with kimcom, she had her captain and the older women to look up to, and she was often goofing around with the children. But still when you're a teenage girl it is very important to have someone your age to confide in. And I just think about the juxtapostition of her mostly doing childish stuff with the kids and then often sneaking alcohol on her own. And with the terrible way she lost her best friend, LJHs lack of peers her age, lack of people she can confide in about just the ordinary problems of being a teenager, must have really impacted her developmentally and affected her social abillities and emotional maturity on a very real level.

And the thing is. Lee Jihye was supposed to have that. She was supposed to have Kim Namwoon as her peer to bicker with and confide in and sneak alcohol with. And the crazy thing is she doesn't even know! She doesn't even know she had someone, that the her in every other timeline managed to have close bonds with someone her equal, even after what she had done, even with everything going on. She had someone and she doesn't even know it was robbed of her.

[seodongjae]

나의 완벽한 비서 / LOVE SCOUT (2025) dir. Ham Joon-ho, Kim Jae-hong

[hoshingi]

seungkwan wasn't having it 😂 (translation. woozimedia, minghaocheol_)

[hanniedream]

so. many. thoughts. in. my. head.

[galaxymagick]

💚🖤💜

[macaronijail06]

ORV Women's Week

[jjjjeonww]

lee woozi - "me or vernon?"

featuring lee jihoon and you.

~~in which, you're a fan of vernon even though you're woozi's girlfriend. ~~fluff.

word count: 893. a/n: THIS MAY SEEM LIKE SMUT BC OF THE HEADER BUT IT ISNT I SWEAR!!! and this is sooo painfully obvious that this is for @rosiemain . (you got da ruby roz :3) (vernon is mentioned in this fic, but isn't actually in it.)

...

You had been dating Woozi for a while now, and while you loved him deeply, you couldn't deny that you had always been particularly drawn to Vernon, your boyfriend's fellow bandmate. Vernon's charm, wit, and undeniable good looks had always caught your attention, even though you would never act on it. You valued your relationship with Woozi too much to ever betray his trust.

One evening, as you and Woozi cuddled on the couch watching TV, you hesitantly brought up the topic that had been on your mind. "Woozi, I have a favor to ask," you began, tracing patterns on his chest with your finger. "It's about Vernon..."

Woozi tensed slightly, a flicker of jealousy flashing in his eyes. "What about him?" he asked, trying to keep his tone light. He knew how much you admired Vernon, but he hoped your feelings stopped at that.

You looked up at Woozi, your expression earnest. "I was wondering if... if you could give me Vernon's signature? I know it's silly, but I've always wanted one, and I thought it would be nice to have it."

Woozi was silent for a moment, weighing your request. He knew he should feel threatened, but seeing the hopeful look in your eyes, he couldn't bring himself to say no. He sighed, pulling you closer. "Okay, I guess I can ask him for you. But only because I love you and want to make you happy," he said, a hint of possessiveness in his voice.

You beamed at him, throwing your arms around his neck in a tight hug. "Thank you, Woozi! You're the best boyfriend ever," you gushed, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Woozi smiled back, but internally, he made a silent vow. He would do everything in his power to be the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. If Vernon's signature was what you wanted, he would get it for you. But he also needed to step up his game, to show you why you should only have eyes for him.

Over the next few weeks, Woozi threw himself into writing songs for you. He poured his heart and soul into each lyric, determined to create a collection that would make you forget about any other man, including Vernon. He wrote about your love, your laughter, everything about you. ...

He had spent countless late nights hunched over his guitar, his fingers flying across the strings as he lost himself in the music. He wrote about stolen glances, secret smiles, and the way your hand fit perfectly in his own. Each song was a testament to his love for you, a dedication to the incredible woman who had captured his heart.

Sometimes, Woozi would wake up with a lyric already forming in his mind, a perfect way to express the way he felt about you. Other times, he would be in the middle of his daily routine - even brushing his teeth became a moment of inspiration, with him suddenly pausing to jot down a clever turn of phrase. No matter where he was or what he was doing, Woozi was always thinking about you, always finding new ways to pour his love into his music.

He knew that his jealousy over Vernon still lingered, but he was determined not to let it consume him. Instead, he channeled those feelings into his art, writing songs that explored the depths of his love and his desire to keep you by his side forever. Each track was another reminder of his commitment to you, his promise to be the man you deserved.

As the weeks went by, Woozi's collection of songs for you grew. He had ballads that spoke of his undying devotion, upbeat pop tracks that captured the joy you brought into his life, and even a few edgier songs that hinted at the passion smoldering beneath the surface of your relationship. Each one was a piece of his heart, a fragment of his soul laid bare on the page.

One evening, as you lay together in bed, Woozi pulled out a small, leather-bound journal filled with his song lyrics. "I have something for you," he said softly, pressing the book into your hands. "I wrote all of these for you, my love. Each song is a piece of my heart, my promise to always be here for you."

You looked up at him, your eyes wide with surprise and a growing sense of awe. You flipped through the pages, reading the lyrics that spoke of your love story, your laughter, and your dreams for the future. With each page, you could feel Woozi's love radiating off the words, a tangible force that made your heart swell with emotion.

"Woozi, this is... this is incredible," you whispered. His expression was smug as hell. And for a moment you question it before going back to reading his lyrics. 'Ding!' your brain suddenly knew why he had written all of these songs.

He would write you songs, it was normal, but would he show them to you with such smugness imprinted on his face? Nope. "Babe... Are you showing me this because of Vernon?" "No... What makes you think that?" "...Jihoon tell me the truth." He takes the book and runs away immediately, hiding his shyness which was so painfully obvious. "LEE JIHOON GET BACK HERE!!!" And you run after him.

[lifeof-pink]

do you think part of the reason why dokja’s face is so unclear/censored throughout most of the story is because his self as the oldest dream (ie 15 year old him) cant imagine himself surviving to adulthood