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Back in time when the royalties were entertained by court dancers, it was just like Adam and Eve with the forbidden fruit. Desire guided them to touch it but the pain was the dancer’s. The most exciting but dangerous thing. If their curiosity and desire won, as always, their mistake had a slight effect on the dancers. They didn’t know who are those people, their identities were supposed to be secret for their own sake. Dancers could get killed for breaking this rule.
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09 Mar 2026
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The Grand Canal wasn’t so grand the first time Seonghwa saw it. Now the last time—nothing would ever top that. A perfect mirror of the dying sun, an endless pink sky, and him: bronze, broad, and sweet. God, he’d been sweet back then, even though Seonghwa had been bitter and spoiled.
“Ready to say goodbye?” he’d asked, stripping off his black blazer and draping it over Seonghwa’s shoulders. Then he held Seonghwa’s cold hand in his warm one and slipped it into one of the pockets.
When Seonghwa pulled his hand out, it was full of flower petals.
But all that comes later.
⚘ 𖤣 ⚘
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09 Mar 2026
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wooyoung’s got a bad habit of mouthing off. fortunately, san always knows just what to do to keep him in check.
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wooyoung has a bit of an oral fixation.
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08 Mar 2026
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Hongjoong secretly runs a twitter account dedicated to snarky short form answers to questions about life, love, and the futility of the human experience. Solving the world’s problems in 280 characters or less is all fine and good, but where is he supposed to go when he has his own issues?
Dear Agony Aunt, he sarcastically mimes typing, what do I do if I catch feelings for my best friend and his boyfriend at the same time?
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07 Mar 2026
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“Don’t you think the things people are more ashamed of are things they can’t help?”
— C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces.
Everyone could see that something shifted in Hongjoong to give him the desire to keep living. Ever since he was a little boy, his mother and friends noticed how passionate he was to be alive and protect the ones who couldn’t be protected. No one ever asked him what made him so passionate, and it’s too late when they started noticing the hate living inside his body, so late that not even the love of his life, Park Seonghwa, could bring him out of it.
(or, matz in padmé and anakin’s love as a cause kind of love story)
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05 Mar 2026