To_Weary
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Calling the shots was supposed to be a benefit, but sometimes it feels like a curse.
AKA Jaehyun teasing the hell out of freshly presented Woonhak while also doing exactly as his baby requests.
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Kim Dongyoung is an arrogant, stubborn, perverted pain in the ass.
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- Part 4 of a to z
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06 Jul 2026
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"Doyoung-nim, please take your hand off my waist," has been said at least a dozen times, and the consequent, "Ah, sorry, I couldn't help myself," has been said back just as much“
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He didn’t want to acknowledge it the first time, but something has definitely changed. He’s not uncomfortable with what he and Jisung have been doing, but that’s kind of the problem.
He’s confusingly into it.
or: Chenle tries to make sense of the thing he has with his best friend.
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- Part 2 of love saver
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06 Jul 2026
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“It’s whenever Jisung grabs his waist or tangles his fingers in his hair that Chenle realizes how into this Jisung is.“
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He should look away when Jaemin pushes his nose against her neck, a smile pressed against her skin. His hand slides up the back of her neck, until his fingers are tangled in her hair and he’s sliding the band holding her hair in a ponytail down so her hair bounces free, falling in beautiful, spiral curls that go past her shoulder.
She laughs, he smiles, grabbing a curl and smelling her hair, whispering something in her ear that makes her blush and laugh even more.
Donghyuck feels the burning sensation of bile in his throat, like he’s moments away from gagging and puking all over the floor. He’s dated before, has his fair share of exes, but nothing ever felt as bad as this — watching Jaemin, his Nana, with a woman he didn’t know existed in Jaemin’s life until two hours ago when they walked into the party, bodies already tangled in each other.
“I’m not yours, Donghyuck. I never was.”
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04 Jul 2026
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“why would someone voluntarily sit and watch something that makes their stomach twist“
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“If you know what’s good for you,” Mark says, voice low, “you’ll stop guessing.”
Haechan leans forward, resting his arms casually on his knees, and flashes a grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “If I knew what was good for me,” he says. “I wouldn’t have put out the fire.”
Prince Mark of Frozen Vein was raised to wield silence like a blade. Brought up in the highest halls of Nivemora, he was never meant to falter, but the crack from ten winters ago locks him up in the tower.
Haechan, a fire-wielder with no court and no leash, arrives like a spark in dry tinder – smiling, reckless, and entirely uninvited. His magic doesn't follow the rules, and neither does he.
As elemental unrest fractures the realm, one is bound by duty and the other burns through every rule. And when fire meets frost, something old begins to wake.
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- Part 1 of the tales of the realm; fwwm universe
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Bookmarked by To_Weary
24 Jun 2026
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Gorgeous world building and word play.
“There’s no stone above him, no tower walls. No frost-rusted windows. Just air, and grass, and a boy who burns things by breathing standing beside him like a second sunrise.”
“There’s something terrifying in being told you have power. Not just magic, but agency. The kind that isn’t taken or seized, but offered.”
“He should shift away and say something snide. Remind them both why proximity is a tactical mistake and why the fire doesn’t get to sleep curled up against ice.”
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Haechan and Jaemin get drunk in Boston. Then they fuck. Then they don’t talk about it, like always.
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30 Jun 2026
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“The air thickens between them after he says it, heavy, like the spring haze that sits on the Seoul mountains. They stay like that for too many heartbeats, eyes on each other as the words lie between them.“