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Life update: work has been hounding me relentlessly and I’m been swarmed with even more work since the near year and beyond. I’m gonna have to declare an indefinite hiatus for now ;; however, I’m still gonna slowly write whenever I can so I’m super sorry to those who were looking forward to more chapters.

Please forgive me orz

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— RECALL 𐀔

01 GASOLINE SITUATION

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SYNOPSIS. after spending months suffering from amnesia in the hospital due to an “accident,” you return back to your normal school life where your close friends who you remember stick by your side 24/7. Unexpectedly, you cross paths with ex-student council president yang jungwon, who you failed to remember but feel oddly drawn to. however, after the meeting things start to get odd and you slowly begin piecing together the mystery behind your accident.

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— RECALL 𐀔 MASTERLIST

PAIRING. ex-student president/bad boy! jungwon x fem! reader

SYNOPSIS. after spending months suffering from amnesia in the hospital due to an “accident,” you return back to your normal school life where your close friends who you remember stick by your side 24/7. Unexpectedly, you cross paths with ex-student council president yang jungwon, who you failed to remember but feel oddly drawn to. however, after the meeting things start to get odd and you slowly begin piecing together the mystery behind your accident.

GENRE. social media au, high school au, angst, fluff if you squint, crack, ex-friends to lovers(?), betrayal

WARNINGS. mentions of traumatic events, mentions of amnesia, swearing, tba.

FEATURING. enhypen, p1h’s intak, ive’s wonyoung & rei, itzy’s yuna, treasure’s jeongwoo

STATUS. Ongoing (Feb 9th - ?)

NOTES.

⁺ please note that these are NOT the actual representations of the idols.

⁺ ages of the members are adjusted for convenience.

⁺ yes jungwon was the winner🏆sorry for all the hoon stans who wanted his smau, I promise I’ll get to that too! This series will officially start after “prove it” is completed

PROFILES.

1 | MEMORY REPLENISHERS

2 | SCHOOL? WHAT’S THAT?

3 | STUDENT COUNCIL

CHAPTERS.

01 / gasoline situation

02 /

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Sorry, very brief update: I’ve been swarmed with work and my schedule is pretty messed up, so I’ll update with chapters of both hold your breath and find you again once I get my schedule under control.

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❛❛ Find You Again ❜❜ 03 Insecurity

It was a rather slow morning, one filled with freshly brewed coffee, crisply fried eggs and a side of still-sizzling bacon. To a casual observer, it seemed like a normal Saturday morning, however, it was anything but.

The eggs, while looking rather at its peak perfection, were burnt at the edges, and the bacon, while still sizzling, had a layer of oil still sitting on top, looking rather unappetizing. Moreover, the bread that currently occupied the slots in the toaster had already begun to char.

It was anything but a picture-perfect morning, and it seems like Yeonjun, who had woken up to the smell of his ideal breakfast, had noticed the moment he stepped foot into the kitchen.

“Sweetheart, the toast is burning,” he said, looking rather concerned. yn, who stood in front of the toaster, still looking quite dazed, said nothing back to even acknowledge what was happening.

Worried that she might hurt herself, Yeonjun made his way over to her side, softly shaking her. And it seemed to have worked, as the look on her face changed to that of a look of recognition.

“Oh, no, what was I doing—“ soon, her face slowly contorted to a look of frustration, all while still gripping hard on the spatula that was in her hand.

“Sweetheart, baby, what’s wrong?”

Soon, the smell of burnt toast would make its way into the air, and almost overbearingly so, all the while the two people living in the apartment looked on frustration on her, and deep concern on him.

“yn, is everything okay?” Yeonjun tried once more, all while trying to ease the spatula out of her hands. “Here, let me get rid of this for you…”

And she let him.

He sat her down on the couch and took a seat next to her, all while holding her hands, gently stroking it, hoping to ease her out of whatever it was that had plagued her mind.

“Sweetheart?”

For the longest time, neither of them spoke.

“I’m just—“ she tried, the thoughts completely jumbled in her mind. “Just lost in my thoughts, I don’t know, just kind of lost in general, and—“

And she tried so hard.

There was just a sense of guilt, betrayal, but the familiarity of it all made it seem all-so natural to her. The dreams she had been having, the one singular man who had occupied her thoughts, and the age-long list of lives she had lived as had made it seem so normal.

You found your soulmate, the one person who harbours the soul of the person you’ve spent countless lives with—why are you still struggling?

Because life wasn’t easy to start with, as each and every struggle signified the life that she lived. Wasn’t that the case?

So why, why are you struggling, why are you still looking for a way out—why are you still hesitating?

Because Yeonjun existed, that’s why. If it had been anyone else, then she would have not hesitated, then she would have been determined to be with the one who owned half of her soul. But Yeonjun had her heart from the get-go, so how could she just leave him at the sight of a promise that was only made through lingering memories of what once was?

Because it’s your soulmate. The perfect fit for the shape of your soul. The missing piece.

The more she reasoned, the less sense it made, and—

—why was she still arguing?

“Hey, hey, take your time, sweetheart, I’m here,” he whispered, as he pressed a firm kiss on her knuckles. “We have all day, love.”

After a moment of silence on her part, she finally opened up, carefully testing out the words as she spoke them.

“I’ve…been having dreams…” she mumbled, resting her forehead against his chest. What kind of expression would he make if she had told him what her dreams were about? She hoped that he would understand, but in a situation like this, who would?

If the roles were reversed, would she believe him? Or would she look on at him in betrayal?

She definitely would—what kind of lunatic would talk about having past lives and then immediately tell their loved ones that they found their other half?

Or maybe he would, but that was wishful thinking. How could she expect him to forgive her when she wouldn’t do the same for him if their roles were reversed?

No, definitely not.

“…bad dreams…” these words were mumbled against the fabric of his shirt, and she could feel him move slowly to wrap an arm around her. How could he love her so unconditionally?

She could only chalk this up to bad dreams—because how else would she describe them? Ever since they started manifesting, the feeling of uneasiness never left her. So was it wrong to call them bad dreams?

Because they definitely weren’t nightmares.

“Then,” she heard him say, a little after, “let me chase your bad dreams away.”

Her eyes widened as she felt his hands gently holding her arms until she could see him—and she did. What she saw was him, his whole being radiating with such unconditional affection, and his eyes filled with love and compassion, so much so that unshed tears gathered so quickly that her vision became misty.

“Yeonjun—I—“

He shushed her in the most loving way possible, and then leaned forward, pressing his lips against the corners of her two eyes, carefully kissing away her tears. Moving down, his lips ghosted over her cheeks, casually pressing oh-so gentle kisses along the way.

They trailed further down, along her jaw, and up to her earlobe—she couldn’t help but blush as his lips caught a sensitive area behind her ear.

It ended up being overwhelming, but she kept her voice at a minimum, despite being in the comfort of their own home.

“Yeonjun—“

He smiled against her skin, and moved down along her neck, and finally, resting at the crook of her neck, where he left lingering butterfly kisses. He pressed one last kiss on her shoulder before he looked up at her.

Although still dazed, he figured that it was for a totally different reason, this time.

“Feeling better?”

yn nodded, not trusting her voice to say what she wanted because damn, that was seriously intense.

His smile only widened. “I’m glad.”

He pressed one final kiss against her lips before wrapping her up in a hug.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

With those words still fresh in her mind, she could ease away from the miasma of uneasy thoughts.

She would think about that later.

“Mmm, I love you, too.”

𖥔 SYNOPSIS yn has been vividly dreaming about the lives of women she's never met, and yet, they all feel oddly familiar, almost as though she's lived through them before. Odder yet, in every dream, a vision of a man she claimed to love also exists so fondly in the women's memories.

Upon a chance encounter with a young man, memories of her past lives flash in her mind, and those oddly familiar dreams she's been having suddenly make sense.

Life presents them with two choices: will they follow their fated path and fall in love, or will their end the chain of fate?

𖥔 NOTE jdfasdjf I tried my best with the tender moment ahhh, I don't write a lot of fluff and it SHOWS. //////////

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❛❛ Find You Again ❜❜ 02 Found you

A vague morning—there were still pieces of her dreams lingering in the back of her head. It was an odd feeling, one that made her a little more skeptical than usual. Though most of her dreams were mellow and left her feeling rather fond of the sequences that played through, this morning’s dream left her with a strange taste in her mouth, and a sense of uneasiness.

Despite the strange sensation, she managed to go about her day. Her boyfriend, Yeonjun, greeted her in the morning before having breakfast together, and for a good portion of the early morning, the two had spent it giggling about, frankly, nothing. That time of the day was reserved for just the two of them, and it had been routine for a good portion of their co-habitation.

What had started off as a non-frequent morning greeting at 7am from a loving boyfriend who gave amazing back hugs and butterfly kisses became something more frequent and a precious moment for them.

The two never talked about the diminishing hours spent together during weekdays, but it never seemed to dampen the affection they held for each other. At most, he would come home later than usual, and snuggle against her in their shared bed. At least they would always wake up together, and sometimes, that was enough for the two of them.

The two never talked about the diminishing hours spent together during weekdays, but it never seemed to dampen the affection they held for each other. At most, he would come home later than usual, and snuggle against her in their shared bed. At least they would always wake up together, and sometimes, that was enough for the two of them.

The two went their separate ways after breakfast. Yn’s workplace was within walking distance, and at odd times, Yeonjun would give her a ride when she was feeling lazy or running late. Yeonjun, on the other hand, worked a little further off, although not cities over, it was an acceptable distance away, needing a little over 35 minutes by car.

However, Yeonjun was feeling rather generous this morning and offered to drop her off, but yn made sure to decline politely, stating that it was better for her to just walk—they did have a rather large breakfast.

After she arrived at work, everything fell in place, and things that should happen did happen. She enjoyed her work, and despite half of the employees choosing to work from home, (which was an acceptable thing given the type of work they did,) she never felt the need to do so. The environment was good, and it was easier for her to fall into the mood as opposed to being home, where she would more often doze off.

Sleeping on the job had gotten her into a handful of trouble in the past, but the boss was lenient enough to forgive her, thank goodness. She attributed her good luck to her rather strict work habits…

The day had passed by rather quickly, and after a handful of meetings from different departments discussing what to do in the coming year, the day had slowly trickled away into a mellow late afternoon. She was sure that she ended up receiving the bulk of work for the end-of-year reports, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle.

The publisher and manager dismissed most of the employees for the day after assigning each person their designated task work and called it a year. They would resume work once the new year rolled around, with more company meetings promised on the horizon.

“Happy early new year, everybody,” the publisher cheered.

yn, with her gift in hand, (something that their supervisor had given them along with their task work,) exited the building and made her way home. Perhaps she would surprise her boyfriend by cooking his favourite meals? Or maybe arrange for something more special for the night?

She could heat rising despite it being December, and shook her head, trying to free herself of her thoughts. Maybe not…wild activities…

Ugh, she needed a break.

Just as she rounded a corner, she came crashing into another person, and the two of them ended up on the ground. It wasn’t a nasty fall, but she still felt a little ashamed of not paying attention to her surroundings, and she could imagine the look on the other person’s face.

Something like, ‘why didn’t you watch where you were going, you clumsy girl!’

But it never happened.

When yn looked up from her position on the ground, the person—or rather, the man whom she bumped into, didn’t actually look like he was out for blood. (Though maybe if it were someone else……..)

He looked awfully kind for someone who had been knocked onto the ground. With a smile on his face, he extended a hand to her to take, and being the clumsy girl that she was, yn took it, just in case she managed to mess up more….

However, as soon as their fingers touched, flashes of memories occupied her head. Scenes of the very dreams she had night after night played in her head, and she couldn’t help but clutch on to her head in pain because as abrupt as it came, each and every individual memory she had of those dreams skewered itself into her mind. Like a fast-playing video set on five times the speed, and yet, every detail was so vivid to her.

Fortunately, the pain didn’t last for long. As she slowly came around from the frantic pain, she saw that he also had a rather dazed look on his face. The reaction might have affected him, too, but she wasn’t sure as to why exactly. The look on his face suggested that he, too, had something on his mind, but it was hard to tell what, exactly.

However, it was like a switch had flipped in her head. The more she stared at him, and as she started to realize something strange about the situation she was in. The memories from the dreams, and the sudden reaction. Not to mention—he seemed to appear rather flabbergasted as well.

But the lightbulb that lit up as an effect of the switch suddenly being turned on had somehow lit up a portion of her memories that she was not aware of. The more she stared at him, the clearer it became that he looked, seemed, and even felt familiar.

But she had never met him before.

And as she slowly played the flashes of memories back, frame by frame, a clear picture started forming in her head. The slow processing of an image began to form, and every one of those memories started filling in their designated spot in the massive puzzle that had plagued her dreams for so long…

She could see, too, that something had lit up in his head, as his eyes, too, began widening in realization.

But it hadn’t clicked…not yet, at least.

The visuals were getting more and more vivid. It was like wiping the condensation off of a fogged-up window panel. As each layer began to dissipate, yn realized how far her memories reached, and how deep those dreams reached. The single string of thought connected through every dream she ever had since that day had widened, and light slowly trickled through the string connected to each and every piece of memories she ever attained.

The loving husband to the noblewoman, the affectionate duke to the commoner turned duchess, the struggling yet talented artist to his precious muse—and many more. The far-reaching memories cracked open, and finally, everything made sense.

The same man she was staring at, for all of eternity. And every time, he promised her that he would do everything he could to find her, and every lifetime, he did.

…lifetime?

Had these been her lives?

Tears welled up in her eyes—though these feelings were far from her own, she felt like she owned them.

The man who promised to find her.

And she, the one who promised to love him.

And yet…

It felt like the world suddenly vanished. And the smile on his face told her that he, too, remembered, because the next words that came out of his mouth—

“…I finally found you.”

𖥔 SYNOPSIS yn has been vividly dreaming about the lives of women she's never met, and yet, they all feel oddly familiar, almost as though she's lived through them before. Odder yet, in every dream, a vision of a man she claimed to love also exists so fondly in the women's memories.

Upon a chance encounter with a young man, memories of her past lives flash in her mind, and those oddly familiar dreams she's been having suddenly make sense.

Life presents them with two choices: will they follow their fated path and fall in love, or will their end the chain of fate?

𖥔 NOTE Happy new year, everyone! c:

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❛❛ Find You Again ❜❜ 01 Vivid memories

It was a scenery she was familiar with—the scent of roses, the sound of birds chirping in the distance. From around her, she could see an endless sea of wildflowers growing among the brightly-coloured grass, and the garden that surrounded her seemed to go on endlessly.

It was like a scene in a movie, a noblewoman making her way among the flowers in the garden that was gifted to her by her husband, no less, as a wedding gift. She remembered reading those outrageously-romantic novels in her spare time and wondered if any of this was inspired by her habit of reading when things got boring.

But the familiarity didn’t stem from a sense of acknowledgement—it wasn’t like the scene was familiar because she read about it, no. It was a familiarity that was gained through experience. She had lived through this before, she thought.

Behind the garden was a tree, one that had stood there for hundreds of years. The husbands of the family would, year after year, pay their respects to the tree because of the magic it bestowed upon the family when their ancestors rescued the little woodland fairy from danger, or so the legends said.

And yet, she had vivid memories of this exact tree being burned down not long after they reached their late 40s, and it had caused the family everything. Her husband, though devastated, promised that no matter what happened, he would love her, and they spent the rest of their lives as common folk and promised that they would find each other in the next life.

Or something along those lines. But those scenes weren’t in the dream but in her memories.

This was just one of many dreams that she had experienced in the past year. In others, she was a poor peasant, only to stumble across a nobleman by some good luck and ended catching his attention. Years later, they ended up getting married and had two kids who were the pride and joy of her family.

It was only later on that she realized that he was a duke—being a duchess wasn’t that bad, and it wasn’t like she was not smart enough to manage the entire duchy, but still…

They lived a happy life, and passed away in their sleep on their 80th birthday, together, promising to find each other again.

Perhaps the fondest dream was the one of the rather frail artist who had fallen in love with his muse. His paintings were the subject of a wide range of debate because even though everyone knew that he had a muse, they had never seen her in real life. He spent most of his life hiding her because he was afraid of what the world would do once they found her existence.

But unfortunate would befall them, as his muse, the love of his life, would fall prey to an overly jealous artist who wanted his muse for himself, and she ended up drinking the very poison that was meant for him.

He swore that he would find her once more…

There were more, many more, and each time she woke, the feeling of loneliness would linger…

Even though she knew she wasn’t alone. She felt as though she was invalidating her own relationship with her boyfriend by having vivid dreams about another man, but every time she woke, she would remind herself that the lives she dreamed of were someone else’s.

She was having dreams about someone else’s life, despite all the familiarity.

She looked over at her boyfriend of five years, sound asleep beside her—he looked so peaceful like that. Every smile he offered her made her heart swell with happiness. He was such a loving boyfriend, and she loved him for it.

She reached out to him, and gently caressed his face. Yes, this was her life. Not those washed-up romance novel recreations she had been dreaming about.

“…yn...?”

She snapped out of her thoughts and stared down at her boyfriend, who blinked at her. She could see him struggling to blink the sleep from his eyes as he crawled up, rubbing his eyes vigorously.

“Jjunie?”

He languidly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his arms. “What are you doing up? Did you have a nightmare?”

She could feel her heart swelling at the sound of the gentle concern that was present in his voice, despite the sleepiness, and she sighed contentedly against his chest.

“No…I was just deep in thought, Jjunie.”

He hummed.

“Think later, sleep now.”

Yes, this was her life.

She couldn’t help but smile more at his soft demands, and the both of them fall back against their pillows.

“I love you, Jjunie.” It came out as a whisper, and despite it being rather soft, she could hear him reply back, just as softly.

“Mm…love you too…”

And she was lulled to sleep by his gentle snores.

𖥔 SYNOPSIS yn has been vividly dreaming about the lives of women she's never met, and yet, they all feel oddly familiar, almost as though she's lived through them before. Odder yet, in every dream, a vision of a man she claimed to love also exists so fondly in the women's memories.

Upon a chance encounter with a young man, memories of her past lives flash in her mind, and those oddly familiar dreams she's been having suddenly make sense.

Life presents them with two choices: will they follow their fated path and fall in love, or will their end the chain of fate?

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Can I be on the taglist of find you again ?

Sure! I've added! Thank you for the interest c:

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Add me to the find you again taglist too

Added!! Thank you for the interest c:

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❛❛ Find You Again ❜❜ Profiles

yn

A 26-year-old who works as an editor for an online magazine company. She enjoys reading, especially of the romance variety, and occasionally dabbles a variety of hobbies. For the past year, she’s been having vivid dreams of women’s lives she’s never met, and though she doesn’t voice it, it does bother her. She can be a little stubborn and hard to handle at times, but she does wholeheartedly love her boyfriend, whom she’s been dating for five years. They moved in together after dating for three years.

Yeonjun

A 26-year-old manager at a successful company. He’s a very hardworking individual who prides himself on his work but is also a very loving boyfriend to yn. They met back in middle school, but went their separate ways during high school, and finally reconnected in university during their first year. For most of his university years, he was hesitant to approach her, not knowing she felt the same about him, and finally got together after their final year in university. After spending three years together, they finally bought a small apartment together.

Sunghoon

A 27-year-old executive at a technology firm. He came from a modest background and worked until he was able to reach where he is currently. Though a stickler to rules, he’s not opposed to bending the rules for purposes that might suit the vast majority. Outside of work, he’s a pretty soft guy who enjoys lounging on his couch and watching old movies. His girlfriend lives with him, and they’ve been together for three years. He, too, has reoccurring dreams about random men’s lives, but they don’t bother him as much.

Ruka

Sunghoon's 25-year-old girlfriend. She’s the daughter of the man who owns one of the best wineries in the country. She wishes to marry for love instead of for economical reasons. Her father was initially very angry at her for running away from her appointed fiancé, but he grew to understand her. She doesn’t act spoiled and doesn’t take her wealth for granted, and is generally a very respectable young woman.

𖥔 SYNOPSIS yn has been vividly dreaming about the lives of women she's never met, and yet, they all feel oddly familiar, almost as though she's lived through them before. Odder yet, in every dream, a vision of a man she claimed to love also exists so fondly in the women's memories.

Upon a chance encounter with a young man, memories of her past lives flash in her mind, and those oddly familiar dreams she's been having suddenly make sense.

Life presents them with two choices: will they follow their fated path and fall in love, or will their end the chain of fate?

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helloo can u add me into ur new au w psh? JEJWJSJAS IM EXCITED TO READ IT :D thank u sm hav a good day :D

Of course! Thank you very much for the interest!

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Anyways I also saw that people were making so many theories and then there's me who has so many mix up theories that no of them even remotely make sense lmao

I love theories, they're so much fun to read c:

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😱😱 another smau?!? Read the synopsis and I’m already wanting more of it! Could I please be added to the tag list…. Perhaps if you happen to have a permanent taglist, could I be on that?

Love your works!! 💕✨

It's a written fic this time! No social media posts involved c:

I should look into doing a permanent taglist! Thank you for the interest! I'll add you!!

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Hihi! Could u PSL add me to your new sunghoon smau pls! I'm looking forward to reading it :D

Sure! Thank you for the interest! c:

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❛❛ Find You Again ❜❜ MASTERLIST

𖥔 PARING(S) sunghoon x yn, yeonjun x yn, sunghoon x oc

𖥔 GENRE angst, romance, bittersweet, reincarnation au

𖥔 SYNOPSIS yn has been vividly dreaming about the lives of women she's never met, and yet, they all feel oddly familiar, almost as though she's lived through them before. Odder yet, in every dream, a vision of a man she claimed to love also exists so fondly in the women's memories.

Upon a chance encounter with a young man, memories of her past lives flash in her mind, and those oddly familiar dreams she's been having suddenly make sense.

Life presents them with two choices: will they follow their fated path and fall in love, or will their end the chain of fate?

𖥔 WARNINGS angst, allegations of cheating, reincarnation

𖥔 FEATURING enhypen members

𖥔 STATUS ongoing

𖥔 NOTES

𖦁 please note that these are NOT the actual representations of the idols 𖦁 ages of members are adjusted for convenience

𖥔 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗦

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𖥔 CHAPTER

01 Vivid memories 02 Found you 03 Insecurity ...

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❛❛ 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛 ❜❜ another update

Sorry for the lack of updates, been trying to rework the plot to better fit the story because I kept on going off my plot plan. It's still in development. (I'm not going to revamp the story, but I will be making some adjustments to the characters to better fit the story, it's mostly just poor planning on my part.) I've also been struggling with writer's block because my brain's fried.

IRL has also been kicking my butt, so I'm going to be writing even slower orz

So while HYB is in renovation mode, "Find You Again" a reincarnation AU will be in the works. It will be a much smaller project to hopefully get me back to writing again. Each chapter will be short and manageable, and it will be completely written, no social media inclusion at all.

Have an early happy holiday!

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SUNGHOON IS WHAT

LOL THAT WAS FAST he's a mature student....he became a prospective swimmer around 17-18ish but got into an accident and had to go into physical therapy for a while....and then add to that the years he took off after that and boom, 27.