#dahyun historical au

[heartofmjne]

Hey all you cool cats and kittens. Your local Mochi here, looking for some tasty 1x1s. (And by tasty, I mean those good plots.)

I have mun info pinned on my tumblr but please excuse the mess, I'm mobile 90% of the time which makes decorating a tumblr up a difficult task. However, I know how to make a discord server feel like home. (bonus: write with me and l will treat you to your own personal decorator.)

Super quick basics: 21+, est, she/her/they. semi-lit/lit. will mirror my partners length. will discuss k!nks for smut personally.

At the moment, I'm only looking for discord 1x1s. I'm open for any kind of plot (I have a tag set up in case you're curious or drawing a blank). Slice of life, supernatural, historical, idol verse, AUs of all kinds and even original characters. Honestly, if you're unsure, just ask and there is a 99.9% chance that I will be down for it.

I do not expect smut constantly but I do enjoy it (so yes, pwp is okay but I prefer there be a storyline to follow) with that being said, minors please do not interact or lie about your age. Please, let me live without worry of catching a charge while also keeping you safe.

Below is a list of my current muses, however for original characters I would be willing to pick up muses that I'm not particularly familiar with.

mamamoo:

Kim Yongsun

Jung Wheein

Billie:

Fukutomi Tsuki

twice:

Minatozaki Sana

Myoi Mina

Im Nayeon

Kim Dahyun

Hirai Momo

Park Jihyo

Viviz:

Jung Eunbi

g idle:

Song Yuqi

Jeon Soyeon

fromis_9:

Park Jiwon

Rolling Quartz:

Iree

Arem

Yeongeun

Solo:

Devita

AleXa

Sunmi

Kwon Eunbi

Hyuna

Bibi

Jeon Somi

If this post caught your attention, you're looking for some sweet 1x1 attention and threads, you want to ship your heart out or you're just bored and want to smut it up— I'll add my discord at the bottom. Feel free to add me or message me with any questions.

bangchan lovebot#6050



[misswoozi]

say a couple of ships + the au/trope you find most fitting to them /t1da

omg heck yeah that's fun

Renjun/Mark — 90s AU

Jihyo/Tzuyu — fake dating

Jeongyeon/Mina — Pokémon AU

Jongho/Hongjoong — non-idol celebrity AU

Sowon/Umji — FWBs who catch feelings

Jungkook/Hoseok — enemies to lovers

Woozi/Jun — space AU

Sana/Jihyo — Avatar the Last Airbender AU

Sunny/Minho — royal AU/historic fiction

Mingyu/Seungcheol — apocalypse AU

Dahyun/Tzuyu — haunted/ghost-hunter AU

[haveanotherkpopblog]

Painted Stories

The Shrew and the Bunny

Pairing: Kim Dahyun x You

Genre: Angst, Historical!AU, Horror, Yandere!AU

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Death, animal cruelty and murder, stalker themes

Masterlist

Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful you woman. She was so beautiful, that everyone who saw her immediately fell in love with her. This upset her a great deal. Not because people thought she was beautiful, but because that’s all people noticed about her. Suitors from near and far came to win her heart and hand, but were all rejected when they would only talk about her beauty.

While she refused to marry someone who only loved her looks, she was still lonely. To compensate for the lack of true love in he life, she bought a bunny. It wasn’t a pretty bunny. It had been abused for quite sometime and yet the woman thought it was the most perfect bunny. She loved the bunny like how she wished she would be loved.

Years went by and still, no one could when the woman’s heart. Her beauty never faded, but her kindness for the world did. She became ill-tempered and soon refused any suitors, whether they thought she was pretty or not.

While most of the town’s people had grown to fear and loathe the Shrew, one girl still loved her very much. Kim Dahyun had loved Y/N L/N since they were children. Of course she didn’t understand it back then, Dahyun never got over her childhood crush. While Y/N was a handful and hated public interactions, she was tolerable with Dahyun. Everyday Dahyun is happy she and Y/N had been childhood friends.

Though she loved her friend dearly, Dahyun was too afraid to voice her feelings out loud. More than once she’d seen how angry Y/N became when someone would start proclaiming their undying love for her. It never ended well for anyone involved.

Just earlier today, a man who had her of Y/N’s legendary beauty had come to see for himself. When he stood outside her door, calling for her, she opened the door and began beating him repeatedly in the torso with a shoe. Because as any mother will tell you, shoes don’t leave bruises.

“I’m sorry for the interruption,” Y/N said once she sat back down. Dahyun sipped her tea silently, gazing out the window at the man limping away and clutching his sides.

“Not at all,” Dahyun said, turning back to face Y/N. “Well, here’s some good news. He’s only the third one in, what, a month? Much better than when there were five a day.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Oh don’t remind me. Honestly, when will people learn that there’s more to me than my looks?” Dahyun set her cup down. Y/N’s bunny came hopping into the room, settling itself onto her lap. Y/N began dotting on the creature, making Dahyun glare.

“Well, I say don’t settle until you find someone who appreciates how smart you are, how resourceful and clever you are, how friendly you can be,” Dahyun added in a teasing voice. Y/N offered her a rare smile, and Dahyun felt her heart sore.

“If only everyone was like you Dahyun,” Y/N sighed. She glanced at the clock before sitting up straight. “Oh good gracious look at the time. You best hurry home before your mother has your head.” Dahyun nodded, giving her friend a tight hug before making her way to her own house.

All the while she dreamt of what her and Y/N’s life could be like. They could get married and move to an island. They could have three kids and a pet, maybe a dog or a cat. Just not that stupid bunny. While Dahyun loved Y/N, she hated her bunny. It was like a harsh slap to the face whenever she saw Y/N being so affectionate with it. It’s not like the thing could do much. It couldn’t hold conversations, or make her laugh, or love her like Dahyun could.

Dahyun brushed off her petty jealousy as she entered her house. Immediately she was filled with the smell of her mother’s cooking. She let out a content sigh, walking into the kitchen and sitting at the table. Her mother stood at the stove, stirring a pot with a wooden spoon.

“There you are. I thought I was going to have to send the dogs after you,” her mother said.

“I was just at Y/N’s house,” Dahyun told her. Her mother tisked.

“I don’t understand how you can spend so much time with that shrew.” Dahyun rolled her eyes. “She’s so nasty with everyone, especially men. She’ll never marry if she doesn’t stop her ridiculous behavior.”

“She’s not like that with me, and she’s not a shrew. She just doesn’t want to marry someone who only likes her for her looks. She wants someone who loves her for her, someone who sees her as more than a pretty face, someone--”

“Like you?” he mother interrupted. Dahyun stared at her with her mouth wide open. “It’s no secret sweetness. Everyone can see how you look at her. After all, you’re the only one she even talks to anymore.” Dahyun’s cheeks turned bright pink. “You know, if you like her so much, you should tell her. Like you said, she needs someone to love ‘her for her’. Who better than you?”

“You think so?” Dahyun asked. She had a goofy grin on her face. Her mother nodded.

That night, Dahyun went to sleep happier than she’d ever been. Her mother was right. Who could love Y/N better than her? No one, and she was going to win her heart. No matter what.

Roses were a cliché. Well, red roses were a cliché. White roses were a symbol of pure love. What flowers could be better than those representing pure love? Dahyun held a vase full of them as she made her way to Y/N’s house. She had everything all planned out. She would walk up to her house, she would knock on the door, and when Y/N answered the door, Dahyun would tell her how she really felt.

It was a real shame when, after Dahyun knocked on the door, she put the vase down and ran away. Her heart was pounding as she hid behind a tree. She placed a hand on her chest to magically calm down her breathing. Peeking from behind the tree, she caught a glimpse of Y/N looking around. She hid behind the tree again, leaning her head against the trunk. It wasn’t exactly going as she had planned, but it was better than nothing.

The next day, Dahyun prepared homemade chocolates. The delicacy wafted through the air, earning the attention of multiple people from the street. She had her mother buy a beautiful box and gold twine for the chocolate. Once the chocolate had cooled and hardened, Dahyun wrapped them up individually, placing them in the box carefully before using the twine to tie a pretty bow. She, once again, failed to stay to confess her love, but she saw Y/N pick the box up before she ran of giddy.

That night, she stayed up to pour her heart out into the most romantic letter ever written. Everything she thought about and felt about was written there on paper. The confession flowed out her like water from a waterfall after storm. She wrote and wrote until the early hours of morning.

When she had finished, a huge grin rested on her face. Swiftly she made herself presentable. She put on her favorite dress, did her hair nice, and even spritzed on her favorite perfume. She skipped down the stairs with a spring in her step. Her mother stood in the kitchen, humming a tune as she made breakfast.

“Good morning!” Dahyun called, dancing around the kitchen. Her mother let out a laugh, watching her daughter with a happy heart.

“Someone’s in a cheerful mood,” her mother commented. Dahyun nodded.

“I’m going to do it. Today is the day I go and tell Y/N how I feel. Well, let her read how I feel.” Her mother smiled fondly.

“I’m so proud of you dear. What you’re doing is very sweet and very brave. There’s no way she’d say no.” Dahyun hugged, her mom, thankful for her confidence. “Now go before you chicken out. Invite her over for dinner!” her mother called as she ran out the door.

The whole way down she was positively buzzing. Today was the day. After today, she didn’t have to hide her feelings anymore. People would stop avoiding her and suitors would stop chasing her. She and Dahyun could walk hand in hand instead of at a distance. So many cute domestic thoughts filled her head as she made her way to Y/N’s house.

How life would have been had Dahyun not looked at Y/N’s trash can. A familiar gold twine had caught her eye. There, right on top of the trash, was the box of chocolate she had worked so hard on, unopened. Under them were the roses she had hand picked for her. She stood frozen, her eyes trained on her disregarded tokens of affection. Her heart shattered in her chest. Did Y/N really not return her affection? They’d been friends for so long, had the feelings only been one-sided.

Dahyun refused to believe that. There was no possible way Y/N hadn’t developed feelings for her. The letter still clutched in her hand, Dahyun went back home. She brushed her mother’s questions off as she went to her room. She sat on her bed, her heart and mind racing a mile a minute. So the gifts didn’t work. All she had to do was find a way to impress Y/N in a way that she’ll accept. The only question is: how?

For the next few days, Dahyun followed a very specific schedule. She checked the mail every day to see if Y/N had sent a letter inviting her over. When no such letter was found, she made her way to the backwoods around Y/N’s house. Dressed in trousers and a loose shirt, she climbed up a tree that was close to Y/N’s house, but not so close that Y/N would see her. For days she would watch Y/N move around her house. She watched her clean and read and eat. She watched as she bathed and dressed herself and dotted on that damned bunny. Her eyes followed her movements carefully with every action she did.

Despite all this, she was no closer to an answer than she had been when she started her, ahem, observations. She sat at her desk, frustrated beyond belief. Her mother entered her room slowly, moving to sit on her bed.

“Sweetheart, you should really just talk to her. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for why she, ahem, didn’t keep the gifts. I’m sure she just thinks it’s from another silly guy who doesn’t know her. A good relationship is built on honesty and communication,” her mother told her.

As her mother stood up and left, she turned her words over in her head. Her mother was happily married, so surely she knew what she was talking about. With nothing else to do or go on, Dahyun heaved herself off her bed.

While she was walking to Y/N’s house, she came across a peddler with strange vials and jars. Against her better judgement, Dahyun stopped at the peddler’s cart. An old woman stared at her, her eyes dark and emotionless.

“I sense great turmoil in your heart,” she said. She rummaged around in the cart before producing a small vial with a glowing pink liquid in it. “I promise dearie, this will solve all your troubles.” She wrapped her long, slender fingers around Dahyun’s wrist, pushing the vial into the palm of her hand. “Take this, but be careful. Don’t let jealousy win the battle, because then you’ll lose the war.” Then the little old woman picked her cart and began to walk away, leaving Dahyun stunned.

She shoved the vial into her pocket, continuing on her way to Y/N’s. She stopped just outside the gate, anxiety weighing heavily on her heart. Her hand went to her pocket, pulling out the mysterious vial. The pink liquid swirled around, looking like something out of a fairytale. Taking a deep breath, she uncorked the bottle, brought it to her lips, and tipped her head back.

Whatever it was, it was awful. It smelled like turpentine and tasted like Indian ink. Dahyun threw the bottle away coughing as the thick liquid ran down her throat. No sooner had she recovered from that traumatic experience, Y/N burst out her front door, running to Dahyun.

“Dahyun! Please, help me!” she called. Dahyun opened the gate, meeting her halfway. Y/N was hyperventilating and there were tears brimming in her eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Dahyun asked. She help Y/N steady her breathing enough for her to talk.

“It’s my bunny. She’s missing. She was by my side moments ago and I went to get a book and the next thing I knew she was gone. I saw the back window open and I think she got out,” Y/N explained, fanning herself.

“Hey, she probably is in the backwoods. She couldn’t have gone too far. I’ll help you look for her,” Dahyun said. Y/N threw her arms around Dahyun, pulling her into a hug and muttering out her gratitude. Dahyun relished in her touch, her heart speeding up in her chest.

They split up and headed off in separate directions. She wasn’t really trying to find that accursed bunny. After all, Y/N didn’t need it anymore. Dahyun was there for her. That bunny couldn’t care Y/N the way she could, it could comfort Y/N the way she could, it couldn’t love her the way she could. Dahyun wouldn’t feel bad if she never saw that blasted bunny again.

But luck was not on her side tonight. Like she had said, the bunny hadn’t gone far. It sat on the stump of a tree, watching Dahyun with its beady, black eyes. It didn’t move as Dahyun approached it. It simply stared at her, unblinking. A fit of jealousy roared in Dahyun’s heart.

She grabbed the bunny by its neck, her fist squeezing. Her eyes held the flames of hell, yet they were so cold and desolate. The bunny began to squirm in her grip, but she didn’t let go. She squeezed and squeezed until she heard a loud snap.

All at once her jealousy left her. She dropped the bunny, its limp body hitting the ground with a resounding thump. The weight of what she’d done began to weigh down on her as she stared at the dead bunny. She began pacing, her mind going over every scenario. Then the peddler’s words echoed through her head.

Picking up the small corpse, she ran out of the woods and back down the road to find the peddler. She was sitting on the road, a warm cup of tea in her hands. She glanced up at Dahyun, her eyebrows raised.

“I can save the bunny, but it will cost you,” the peddler said.

“I’ll pay any price,” Dahyun said breathlessly. A brief twinkle sparkled in the peddler’s eye.

“Everything comes with a price.” She handed Dahyun another vial. However, this one was a sickly green. Placing the bunny on the cart, she uncorked the vial and tipped it back. It tasted better than the pink vile, like sweet honey with extra sugar.

A sharp pain hit Dahyun in her chest. It was so bad she ended up passing out.

When she awoke, she was slightly disoriented. She wasn’t on the street where she had been before she passed out, but she definitely wasn’t in her room. In the distance she heard crying. She tried to stand but her legs felt weird. She tried to look down but found she couldn’t. Glancing around, she had to do a double take when she saw herself in the mirror. Her body wasn’t her own.

Instead of her body, she was a bunny. Not just any bunny though. She looked just like Y/N’s bunny. This had to be a dream. There was no way she was the bunny. Attempting to move, she began hopping as best she could. She stumbled along until she was in Y/N’s parlor. On the couch was Y/N and Dahyun’s mother. Both were in tears.

“It’s all my fault,” Y/N sniffled. “If I had never sent her out to find my bunny, she wouldn’t have broken her neck.” Who broke their neck?

“Oh my dear,” her mother sighed. “Dahyun would have done everything for you. She never had the chance to tell you, but she loved you.” Her mother pulled out the letter she had written just barely a week ago. “This is for you. I’m sure she’d want you to read it.” Y/N accepted the letter, immediately reading it. She began to cry more, burying her head in her hands.

“I wish I’d known sooner. I feel the same way. God, why did I have to be so stubborn?” Dahyun’s mom rubbed her back soothingly. “I miss her so much.”

“I do too,” her mother whispered. “But she’s in a better place. She died doing something for someone she loved.”

Dahyun stumbled to the room, trying to tell them she was still alive and stuck in a bunny’s body. But all that came out was annoying whines. Y/N picked Dahyun up setting her up on her lap. Y/N stroked Dahyun’s back, soothing her. She may not be able to love like she could have as a human, but now Y/N would love her. And only her.

[twicearoundthesun]

alright here goes!! also as a preface, feel free to not accept (? dunno a better word) these ideas, i’m just bouncing thoughts around and it’s up to you if you wanna keep em because this is your au. i feel like that’s a given but i just wanted to let you know still 😅 because i’m suggesting a lot

I feel like this one is probably fleshed out already but I think jeong would totally tell the kids history or mythology stories to entertain them or put them to bed, especially since it’s something her dad used to do so she loves doing it for them?? ALSO from a sprinkle of personal experience, reiterating stories like that is basically a really good way of studying them (because yaknow, active recall and all that) so even if she’s reiterating the historical info/events in a kid-friendly manner it still kinda helps jeong with her studying. when it’s like, finals week and everybody is busy studying, jeong is a pretty good and reliable option for where the kids could stay because she can study with them (to some degree)

++ nayeon watching her telling stories to the kids, Lovingly Staring™ because she honestly couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend

Nooo this is so cute, I love your ideas! I agree, she tells them a TON of stories and they love them all. She's also a great story teller, with the voices and everything. And I love the idea of jeongyeon basically studying with them lol

..

“Four bad guys?” Chaeyoung held up four fingers.

“Forty!” Jeongyeon corrected. The girls stared at her open-mouthed. Nayeon was almost positive they had no concept of how large that number really was, unless Mina and Jihyo were working miracles during their science lessons. Tzuyu knit her brow but fought to keep her eyes open.

Jeongyeon sat against the headboard of her and Nayeon’s bed, one arm around Tzuyu on her right and an arm around Chaeyoung and Dahyun to her left. Nayeon could tell from the doorway that Jeongyeon’s bedtime story had done its job, as it always did, since Dahyun’s eyelids looked heavy and Tzuyu was currently leaning into Jeong’s side, eyes closed and beginning to slouch.

“Forty bad guys after him. But he was okay, right?” Jeongyeon said, softer now that one of them had fallen asleep. “Remember, his friend drew on all of the other doors in the neighborhood with the same shape as his door to confuse them.”

“What happened to four bad guys!” Chaeyoung squealed. Nayeon glanced over to Tzu, who thankfully hadn’t been woken up by the excitement.

“The forty bad guys?”

“Mh.”

“They hid in barrels to try and surprise the hero. But his friend saved the day again and bonked them all on the head so they forgot the password.”

“Sesa--.. Sesame.” Dahyun mumbled before yawning.

“That’s right, baby. Now only he knew the password to the gold, Open Sesame.”

Dahyun nodded, content with the story. She cuddled up closer to Chaeyoung and let her eyes slip closed, and Nayeon’s heart melted. Two asleep, one ball of energy to go.

“If somebody finds…?”

“If someone finds it, they can’t get in. Only the hero knows the password.”

Chaeyoung chewed on her lip, deep in thought, but her eyelids were beginning to get heavy, too.

“I wanna find it.”

Jeongyeon chuckled. “This was a loooong time ago, Chaengie. There’s no gold left.”

“Wanna find it.” She whined, yawning.

Nayeon met eyes with Jeong and both laughed. Jeongyeon kissed the side of Chaeyoung’s head. “I think it’s a little too far, for now. But maybe tomorrow we can go on an adventure in the park instead.”

Chaeyoung’s eyes lit up.

“But only if you go to sleep soon, sweet girl, you’ll need your energy for an adventure.”

The kid scrambled to get out of bed, startling Dahyun awake in the process, and made a beeline for her own bedroom. Nayeon moved in swiftly to pick up a grumpy Dahyun while Jeongyeon calmly gathered Tzuyu up in her arms. They tucked each of them into their own beds, made sure everyone had their plushies and blankets, and turned off the lights. Nayeon shut the door as softly as possible and immediately pulled Jeongyeon in for a kiss.

Jeongyeon smiled into it and pulled back, a confused look gracing her features.

“You’re so cute. So good with them.” Nayeon let her forehead rest against her girlfriend’s.

“Well, with all the sugar Momo just let them eat they would have been buzzing around for hours. Someone had to tire them out. We were talking about middle eastern mythology today in class and I was already thinking about how to soften that one up to make it kid-friendly. It just came in handy sooner than expected.” Jeong shrugged. Nayeon kissed her cheek.

“And she’s humble.” She joked. She leaned in closer to her ear. “I think I need some tiring out, too, tonight. It was a long day.”

“I think I’m fresh out of bedtime stories.”

Nayeon rolled her eyes, but kissed her again anyway. “I think you can find another way.”

[jeniekim]

hi i’m not formally in the rpc anymore but i’d really like to start 1x1ing again !! under the cut are some plots i like and faceclaims i like using !! predominately m/m & f/f ( & nonbinary fcs are always welcome ) & 18+ mun. like this post if you want me to invade your dms.

faceclaims i use often ( bolded are who i’m loving now )

males:

cha eunwoo ◇ tyler posey ◇ park chanyeol ◇ jung wooseok ◇ wong yukhei ◇ kim doyoung ◇ mark lee ◇ kim mingyu ◇ lee seokmin ◇ dev patel ◇ dacre montgomery  ◇ matthew daddario ◇ nam joohyuk ◇ matthew kim ◇ johnny seo ◇ qian kun ◇ kim inseong ◇ ji changmin ◇ hwiyoung ◇ 

females:

kim yerim ◇ laura harrier ◇ lindsey morgan ◇ im nayeon ◇ alexis ren ◇ jo haseul ◇ park chaeyoung ◇ kim dahyun ◇ minatozaki sana ◇ lee jieun ◇ jung eunwoo ◇ kyulkyung ◇ kim doyeon ◇ lalisa manoban ◇ park sooyoung ◇ sorn ◇ son naeun ◇ hirai momo ◇ 

these are the ones off the top of my head for now !! 

plots i like:

♡ bros bein dudes: aka two best friends ( maybe they meet on a sports team, maybe they meet in a frat house ) lowkey fall in love n can’t deal with their feelings

♡ slow burn f/f or m/m where they’re roommates or neighbors with sexual tension ( “my man cheated” , “i’m out of hot water” , “can u unzip my dress?” )

♡ royalty aus, preferably historical ?

♡ simple university mumu

♡ fake engagement because one muses’ parents are down their throat about getting hitched & they offer to pay the other muses’ rent for three months but whoops they hate each other !

♡ marauders type plot... ( would love to use dev patel as james poter against a sirius or remus )

♡ 3 roommates slowly fall in love but lots of  hidden feelings but still a nice healthy poly ship !

♡ idol plots ( manager/idol, idol/idol, idol/dancer etc ?? or even mumu )

♡ scooby doo type mumu ( ghosties, vampires, and ... love squares )

♡ hear me out but like... one muse is on a bachelor/bachelorette type show ( maybe a contestant maybe the Star ) n they fall for a producer instead 

♡ give me socialite mumu where all our characters are messy and sleep around and jet set and spend money like its nothing on each other and themselves

not exclusive to any of these if you’d rather brainstorm. would love u forever if we rapidfire plot n start asap because i NEED plots DHJGHDJGD

[misc-trash-aesthetics]

TWICE Dahyun - Historical Drama/Sageuk AU

[misswoozi]

I love and hate that I'm on this DubJin train, anything to make you happy though lmao I got another mini ff this time CAUSE I FOUND THE PERFECT PICTURES - 👑

Today, September 4, 1945, it was announced all over the newspapers that Japan had officially surrendered its ownership from Korea two days before. Everyone seemed to be at peace and excited to see where their country would go without being under the wing of another. Unfortunately for many, such as Dahyun, her husband, Jin, had been enlisted to fight for the Japanese army. He promised to write to her as much as he could, which he did until she sent a letter one day and never got a reply. That was two years ago. He had told her before he left that if he didn’t make it, he’d want her to move on with her life, but she couldn’t, not with the hope that he was still alive and will be home.

It had also been announced that those who had survived would be coming back to their home and Dahyun had to go. She had to know for sure, no matter if he was gone or not. There was a steamboat coming in to drop off the returning soldiers at the port and all Dahyun could see was a crowd of women, some single and some with children.

The steamboat arrived and almost immediately there seemed to be a hoard of men rushing off the reach the ground and waving those down below. Some recognized and rushed to their other halves but all Dahyun could do was stand there anxiously, and nervously biting on her fingers at the absence of her husband. After it seemed like everyone in attendance on the steamboat had gotten off, her hope was slowly diminishing. Maybe it is true. Maybe he is gone.

She couldn’t help but feel the tears filling her eyes and leaned down to cover her tear-stricken face, and felt immediately shocked when she heard a familiar voice.

“Dahyun? My love, is that you?”

She looked up and covered of mouth with her hands, not knowing what to do with this overwhelming feeling she was having. It was him, it was really him right in front of her, in the flesh.

“Is it me?” she said, “is it really you?” tears are still trailing down her cheeks.

Jin rushed to Dahyun’s side and gave her the biggest hug he’d ever given her. It was the first hug they had in two years.

“Yes, my love, it's really me. You don't need to cry anymore, I'm back home, and I'm not leaving again.”

FIRST OF ALL:

Crown Anon, you continue to outdo yourself. You truly need your own blog for your writing because you are great at it and I love your content. YOU'VE GIVEN US A MINIATURE HISTORICAL AU HERE, like an honest-to-God period piece and I LOVE IT.

and these visuals???

stunning, phenomenal, accurate, beautiful, wonderful. this scenario almost reminds me of a certain part of Descendants of the Sun.

you are TALENTED, my friend. you deserve your crown and if you ever write something full-length, please let me and my followers know because we will be there.