helllo could you recommend some jihoon fics/series please!!
I still think I am the worst person to rec fics I literally don’t know what I’m doing but here we go again:
Also, side note, I really don’t reach much fanfiction (I’m gonna change that this summer!) and these are all stories I read ages ago and just refound by looking at my fic reblog account
Unlucky Charm by @daybreakx
This is such a cute story and I love magic au’s🫠 and I love Ale’s stories
My Heart Has Gone To You by @rubyreduji
This is such a GOOD Jihoon series. I was so invested during the release of this and I just love y/n and Jihoon in this story (even though they drove me cray) Also, you could literally check out all of JJ’s stories because again JJ never misses
To The Person I’ve Never Loved Before by @chilligyu
Who doesn’t love best friends to lovers? Do I need to say more?
[11:04am] by @thru-the-grapevine
Live, laugh, love timestamps
Lowkey - Niki (?) by @97-liners it’s a story by 97-liners, like??? What else do I need to say
Memento by @dalgonachan
I am sucker for like… simple Jihoon fics. Just cute little fluff stories make me want to melt
Reconciliation in a bookstore by @nochanchu
I don’t remember this story but in my reblog I loveddd it, exes??
Vultures by @puppetwritings
Sadsadsadsad
Just An Excuse Away by @peachwritestrash
Friends to lovers woozi smut 🫠
Love Talk by @wwounu
A love letter Jihoon story- tell me something better? You can’t.
Hide and Seek by @craby-bouquet
THIS story. My favorite Jihoon story to date. Unfinished??? I think and yet I still hold out every day for it to be finished. Side note: This entire series is criminally underrated.
Hydrangea by @woogyu
I relate to nothing more than insomnia and painter Jihoon?? I love 🫠
Oh We’re in Love Aren’t We by @svt13roses
I think this is also an unfinished Woozi series but do I care? No, it’s so good
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Anything You Like - the soulmate theology part
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“They’re a gift from God,” Claudine says confidently. “He sends them to us so we know where to find the good people in the world. The ones who are meant for us, for us to love and learn from. That’s why so many parents will mark their children.”
“That’s stupid,” says Mal, who is eight years old, and has exactly two soulmarks, one from her mother and one from her future-henchman in training, Jafar’s son. “My mom’s the worst of the worst. She’d never let some silly god tell her who to mark.”
Claudine glares at Mal from behind her thick glasses. The effect is a bit like being glared at by an especially nervous monkey, one of the creepy ones with huge eyes who sometimes come on TV in the hours-long marathons they get of the stupidest children’s shows imaginable.
With all of the fury in her six-year-old body, Claudine sticks her tongue out at Mal. “Then you’re stupid, and so’s your mom!”
“My mom could crush you dad like a bug.” Mal says carelessly. “And probably his god too, if he’s wasting his time giving people soulmarks. My dad’s the most powerful god on the island, and he doesn’t have any soulmarks.”
“That’s because nobody loves him!” Claudine says, full of confidence in her own correctness in a way that only children can be. Mal would punch her teeth in, if she thought she could get away with it. “If God made somebody to care about your dad, he’d have found them by now and you wouldn’t even be here.”
“Take it back!”
“No!”
“Take it back right now or I’m gonna hit you!” Mal shouts, clenching her hands into fists so tight that she can feel the tiny points of her nails start to cut into her palms. “My dad’s the most powerful god on the isle and he’s gonna hurt you if you don’t take it back!”
Claudine frowns, screwing up her whole face. “My God can protect me,” she says, but they’re a shadow of doubt to her words now, and Mal knows that she can win this. “He’s the most powerful of all time, not just here.”
Mal, with the honing instincts of a child who has never been told to shut up, goes for blood.
“Then why don’t you have a soulmark? If your god is so powerful and cool and loves you so much, why didn’t he make anyone who loves you back?”
“I—“ Claudine sputters, face crumpling behind her glasses. “I— I, um, I’m waiting. For the right person.”
Mal frowns. She’s more evil when she pretends to care about people first, that’s what her mom says. “I thought your god was supposed to show you the right person. If he didn’t give you anyone, I think it means you’re just an unlovable freak.”
“You’re mean,” Claudine whispers, her face damp behind the shield of her glasses. “I’m gonna find my person someday, and you’re never gonna get any more soulmarks because you’re mean and God hates you.”
Mal laughs. “There’s no god on the island, stupid. Your dad just lies to you because he doesn’t want anyone to know that you’re a freak.”
Claudine sniffles. “You’re mean and that’s worse.”
Mal takes a step back. Crying is disgusting and only for babies, and at eight years old, she’s very much not a baby, and being seen with someone who’s crying could hurt her burgeoning schoolyard reputation. Making someone cry because you hit them is one thing, but standing next to someone who’s crying is a sign of weakness, and there’s no space in Mal’s world for acting weak.
“Says who?” she demands, from a safe distance away. Bullying distance is further than comforting distance, and it should be clear enough to any onlookers which one she’s standing at.
“My— my dad,” Claudine manages, sucking in an enormous snotty breath. “And all his followers. Being mean is the worst thing ever, that’s what they said.”
Mal laughs wickedly. Or at least, close to wickedly. She’s still practicing her Evil Laughs. “Well, my mom says that being mean is how you get ahead in the world. And my mom’s the ruler of the isle, and yours is dead, so I’m pretty sure I know better than you.”
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