#jung sa ha

[kdram-chjh]

Kdrama: Born Again (2020)

Born again #kdrama #leesoohyuk #kdramaedit #leesoohyukpp #이수혁 #iqiyi

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[the-expired-tofu]

The Devil's Trumpets | Pt. 4

|| A 'The Glory' fanfic || MINORS DNI [18+]

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a/n: Hey there, this is my first time writing a fan fiction. I might change a few things in my fictions later on. Also, my English isn't my first language so my writing might lack some fluency. Hope you enjoy :) trigger warnings: lots of swearing, bullying, murder, gore, depression, abuse, mature content, violence, sexual themes. pairing: reader x multi

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Moon Dong-eun

I drove back to Semyeong after meeting with Y/N. I had to get some of the things done before I go back to Seoul to tutor her niece. I parked my car in the parking lot where Hyeon-nam, an assistant I hired, was supposed to meet me.

        Months ago, before I met Y/N, I was outside the Semyeong Foundation’s chairman’s house where I was busy rummaging through his garbage to find some disposed documents I needed to get into the Semyeong Elementary School, that’s when I met Hyeon-nam. She told me that she worked for the chairman and that, she threatened me she will report me to him if I didn’t give her those documents back, but soon that idea was dismissed. Instead, we made a deal. In exchange of her helping me with my plans, I am to kill her abusive husband.

        This is where I found the opportunity to make her my assistant. Ever since then, she’s been doing each and every task perfectly without getting caught. We both decided to meet at an empty parking lot at the end of the day, only to not be suspected. She would get inside my car and leave behind some documents and photographs I order her to gather. She is the reason I was able to apply for the homeroom teacher’s job.

        Few weeks after meeting her, I told her to drive to Seoul and get me some info on Y/N. I always had my mind made up to execute my plans alone. No, am not scared of them. But as more number of people I get by my side, the easier it would be for me.

        Since she couldn’t afford a car for herself, I had a black sedan bought under my name and let her borrow it. Before doing so, she took driving lessons for a month. After getting her license, she tracked down the chairman and got me all the information I needed. She is exceptionally good at her job, most probably loyal too.

        “But what about the toll booths? Won’t they charge me?”

        “Don’t worry, this car is under my name. And anyways I have a tag attached to the windscreen, so it will get paid easily and you have nothing to worry about,” I point at the top right corner of the screen.   

        “Alright ma'am.”

        “Make sure you get all the proper information and take necessary pictures. I need to know everything, I mean everything. The place where she lives, the job she works at, whether she lives alone, everything.”

        “Yes ma'am.”

        I had a picture of Y/N from when we both studied at the Sung-han High school. As far as I remember, both of us left the school mid-year. She had the advantage of using her step-father’s money to change schools mid-year, while I had to dropout. Before she encountered those leeches, she had quite many friends, and so did I, but I was closest to Gyeong-ran. We were inseparable, until I became a target to them. Ever since then, she didn’t even bother to take a stand for me, help me, nor even look at me. She behaved as if I didn’t even exist. It was the same for Y/N as well. In fact, no students nor teachers helped us out. Except, we had a school nurse who really looked out for us. She even took pictures of our injuries to use it against the person who was behind this (she didn’t know it was Yeon-jin back then). Unfortunately, she left the school after she found out it was her. On the bright side, I didn’t lose those pictures. I have plans to use these against them in the future.

        Hyeon-nam got back few days after I sent her to Seoul. I told her I would take care of her husband Seok-jae and her daughter Sun-a while she was away with the excuse that the chairman sent her to Seoul for a few days for some work in order to get paid more. They undoubtedly got easily convinced. At first, she was scared that he might abuse her daughter since she would be away for a few days. I managed that as well as I sent quite a lot of money to Seok-jae through Sun-A to get him more occupied with gambling. With that, he didn’t even bother to touch Sun-A. I am still waiting for the right time to get rid of him from their lives forever.

        “I got everything you asked for,” she said as she hands out a transparent file to me. Few of the contents fall onto my lap from the folder. I raise my hand to halt her from collecting them.

        “That’s the apartment she lives in,” she points out to the picture I was holding. “And this is a fast food restaurant where she works,” she hands me out another photo. “I also found that to afford her university funds, she also did a babysitting job few years ago.”

        “Which university did she go to?”

        “The Seoul Womens’ University. She was majoring in Data Science.”

        “Wait, she did a job before working at the fast food restaurant for her college funds? Didn’t her mother send her the money though?”

        “Yes, because her mom thought she was grown up enough to afford her own bills so that’s why, she stopped depositing money into her account.”

        “Also why couldn’t she afford a cell-phone for herself when she was still at school? I mean, her mother didn’t stop sending her the money back then?”

        “Her mother simply said not to buy herself any phones, because if she did, she would stop depositing her any necessary amount Y/N might have needed.”

        “They lived separately yet controlled her life, told her to do what she was told, classic parenting,” I said.

        “You’re saying that she majored in data science. We have quite many reputable companies in South Korea that hire students who major in this. Then how come she began working in a fast food restaurant?”

        “Well, the university she graduated from isn’t very well known. And that’s why, companies rarely recruit anyone from there.”

        “I see,” I nod my head in agreement.

        “Also there’s nothing really comfy about the apartment she lives in, nor the job she works at,” I said after I handed over the pictures to her. “Did you get to know anything about the school Min-hee attends?”

        “Nothing much, it’s just that it’s very cheap,” she hands out an advertisement pamphlet of that school. “It’s a nursery school after all, so I couldn’t find much about it.”

        “Okay,” I place the pamphlet on the dashboard.

        I released the seatbelt and it slid up behind me. I looked out at the mist outside as it made the whole parking lot partially visible. The streetlights lip up the mist like a halo as if some smoke passed through it. Far out beyond the highways, I could see the glowing blue Jaepyeong Construction logo at the top of the building.

        “Alright then, you’ve done enough as for now. Make a few copies and give them to me the next time we meet.”

        “Why can’t I mail these to you-“

        “No. Someone might find out about us. So just do as I say.”

        “Alright. Good night ma'am.”

        “Drive off before I leave.”

        I got out of her car to step outside and close the door behind me as I walk towards my car. As I get in, Hyeon-nam turns off the light inside and drives off. I turn the key in my ignition and the headlights turn on to make a bright glow on the wall opposite to my car.

        I steer my car towards the exit and enter the highway. Am not going home yet. I will visit Y/N after a few days. I have another job to do for now. I drive to the place where elders play a board game called Go. Quite an interesting game. One of my acquaintances taught me how to play it while I was still enrolled in Euicheon. It’s a game of who occupies the largest territory, wins the game.

        The place where the elders gather to play Go is where Ha Do-Yeong goes to after finishing his work. Go seems like a favorite game of his. That’s where am going to. My plan is to intrigue him through my Go skills and make him fall right into my trap. He’s the key who will lead me to Yeon-jin, his beloved wife, a monster.

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[irmakkockan]

THE GLORY: IS THIS A SCALPEL IN YOUR POCKET OR ARE YOU HAPPY TO SEE ME?

Look, don’t expect any coherent reviews for this one - this is a rewatch and yet I remain a hopeless, lust-drunk mess. Every meticulously plotted revenge step feels like seduction - slow, deliberate, devastating. The Glory doesn’t just grip me - it drags me under, leaves me breathless, wanting, ruined.

I just want to do crimes and make out with both Yeojeong and Dong-eun. Maybe also swing by the UK once in a while to babysit Ye-sol and smash her dad. I DON’T KNOW GIVE ME A BREAK I AM HAVING MY BI AND POLY AWAKENING HERE AT THE SAME TIME.

Also, wdym “Tell me, who do you want me to kill first?” and “I’ll be your executioner” and “Use me” and “I’ll do anything you want me to do”?? WHO ARE YOU, YEOJEONG?? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME??

And yes, I also wanted to see Dong-eun sleep with Doyeong at least once - but without making my baby Yeojeong unhappy. I DON’T KNOW. The sexual tension and THIRSTING FOR LITERALLY EVERYONE in this series made me just a little bit feral.

[jimmy-tulparco-pilot]

*throws the entire canon jimmy mouthwashing lore for you to read then leaves*

Here's what the actual jimbus nimbus the III did

IMPLIED ABUSE. (Can be interpreted as SA or Phisical Abuse)

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(Oh my god Jimenez Lore drop? 👀)

Hi! Im the OP once more, and here's a little secret about me, more than an artist, im a medical student with the focus of becoming a psychiatrist and a psychoanalist. anyway here is a little something: Mentions of Abuse, under the cut and a little personal rant if you dont want to read you dont have to.

A lot that the Psychoanalists of Freud and Jung talk about is the co-relation of the bad parenting to ones trauma in development, if you were Abused as a child theres a higher possibility of you growing to be an Abuser as an adult, if you have been thought that your values as a person is defined by a certain something as a child there's a higher possibility of you believing that to your adulthood and that's what im going here about.

For the ones who dont know, i have a comic strip that works for Canon Jimmy and the tulpar crew, where the topics of Mental Health will also be aborded. more info about it on @analgesic-comic

Now a bit of a Personal talk, i know some people are getting mad that jimmy on this au hast done anything big assholish to anyone yet and that he hadnt r**ed anya and that its "out of character". But i will be honest, i made this for me to draw some silly goofy stuff, while i take breaks from my comic, my comic has a lot of heavy writing envolved and doesn't give much space for jokes, there's funny stuff here and there but still all of it is pretty heavy because its based of a psychological horror. So i made this Ask blog that aint even in the future. It's in the present to be able to draw the characters and get my mind out of some stuff.

I love drawing jimmy because i love his design, and i love drawing all the characters, but if every drawing i made of them was strictly related to canon i would never bring myself to draw any stupid stuff because my autistic brain would ran me on the "Oh no they wouldn't do that because jimmy is there, jimmy and curly are the only ones you can draw together because curly is the only one who turns a blind eye to jimmys actions"

On the ask blog, Jimmy keeps his personality, but he is getting MENTAL TREATMENT that is making him a little less insuferable, of all the answers most of them there's scenes of him trying to gaslight curly or being mean to someone so i think i madd quite clear he is not healed, i just made him not be a criminal.

[susieporta]

*Il lutto non è un attimo*

Non è un'ombra che svanisce semplicemente perché il tempo passa. Resta, si trasforma e diventa un compagno silenzioso per chi ha perso una persona amata.

Il mondo vorrebbe credere che il dolore abbia una data di scadenza, che prima o poi svanirà, ma la verità è che la perdita non si limita a portar via qualcuno, trascina con sé anche frammenti della vita di prima, riscrivendo le fondamenta stesse della nostra esistenza.

Quando qualcuno se ne va, il mondo non si ferma.

Il tempo continua a scorrere, la gente va avanti, le stagioni cambiano.

Ma per chi resta, tutto cambia.

I luoghi un tempo pieni di risate ora risuonano del peso dell’assenza.

I momenti condivisi lasciano un’impronta incompleta.

Non si piange solo l’assenza, si piange la perdita di ciò che è stato, la perdita di tutto ciò che avrebbe potuto essere.

Alcuni chiedono: «Stai ancora soffrendo?» come se il tempo potesse alleggerire l’amore che è esistito.

Ma il lutto non è né una corsa né un peso da misurare in giorni o mesi.

Si intreccia all’anima, riflesso della profondità di un amore dato e ricevuto.

Eppure, nel cuore stesso del dolore, c’è una resilienza.

Una forza silenziosa nel portare con sé i ricordi, nell’imparare a vivere in un mondo che non è più lo stesso.

Il lutto non è una prigione, ma un modo per onorare ciò che è stato perso continuando ad andare avanti.

È la prova che l’amore non si estingue.

Si trasforma.

Lasciate, dunque, che il lutto esista.

Che sia vissuto senza vergogna.

Non è una debolezza, ma l’eco di un amore che si estende oltre la perdita. Alcuni non capiranno, ma chi sa, riconosce che il lutto non è un rifiuto di andare avanti, è la testimonianza di un amore che non si cancellerà mai.

Anne Dugar

Da Jung- La via del fare anima

[lausol]

I think the one who pushed her is Jung Won Bin. He was the one that suggested taking a photo and he was trying to always stand on the back. While she is pushed Park Do Jae seems to be trying to keep the other people from invading Sa Eon's space. And when the other person from Sa Eon's team is saying somebody fell, he was next to the railing. His jacket also has black on the sleeves.

I do think Park Do Jae knows more than he lets on, but I don't think he is on the kidnapper&co's side.

[leggerezza-dell-essere]

La conoscenza dei processi del profondo ha ben presto plasmato la mia relazione col mondo. Fondamentalmente, fu già nella mia infanzia quella che è oggi. Da bambino sentivo di essere solo, e lo sono ancora oggi, perché conosco cose e debbo riferirmi a cose delle quali gli altri apparentemente non conoscono nulla, e per lo più nemmeno vogliono conoscere nulla. La solitudine non deriva dal fatto di non avere nessuno intorno, ma dalla incapacità di comunicare le cose che ci sembrano importanti, o dal dare valore a certi pensieri che gli altri giudicano inammissibili. La solitudine cominciò con le esperienze dei miei primi sogni, e raggiunse il suo culmine al tempo in cui mi occupavo dell'inconscio. Quando un uomo sa più degli altri diventa solitario. Ma la solitudine non è necessariamente nemica dell'amicizia, perché nessuno è più sensibile alle relazioni che il solitario, e l'amicizia fiorisce soltanto quando ogni individuo è memore della propria individualità e non si identifica con gli altri.

Carl Gustav Jung - “Ricordi, sogni, riflessioni"

[sereneabyyss]

Posting this here for the sole reason for maybe someone will write this au before I am forced to by sheer peer pressure alone.

Anyway so idol au for hunters gonna lay low time. (Someone please write this I'm already too swamped in aus)

(will probably write this au anyway but as one shots of different scenes but I DIGRESS-)

So anyway idol au right? Cej debuted as an idol and his stage name was J, he was so popular because he always wore a mask as an idol which added this mysteriousness to him that everyone fucked with hard. This led to a trend of idols debuting with masks. He just wanted privacy.

So then flash forward three years after debut, his aunt gets sick, dies, he maybe gets injured, maybe gets sick, went to military service for a few years, had a midlife crisis, anything to fill in eight years, the aunt totally did die tho.

So like during those eight years he didn't keep up with idol culture and he was kept signed to his company without dissolving the contract (totally not legal btw, we ignore these things) in that time a new number one pop idol has come about, Lee Sa Young.

He comes to know of Lee Sa Young because when he first visited the hangover soup restaurant (yes that STAYS dammit) a new segment covering the tribute show lsy performed for J was playing.

Anyway so in this au lsy was a child dying from cancer that cej visited as J for idol promotion stuff but when he learned lsy didn't have any close relatives or anyone visiting, he would visit and even have a portion of his income to pay for lsy treatments. So then lsy gets better, debuts under the pado agency and he's the idol that gets them on the map. lsy is a solo idol with bww as his manager. BWW ONLY manages lsy. That's how much of a pr nightmare he is everyday.

Well anyway without j who was their only big star, his company went under and got bought by pado agency. But the paperwork for j kinda got lost so technically j is a pado idol, no one knows who he is tho.

Some other details: hangover soup restaurant is right next to all the idol agencies, a lot of the staff go there for lunch, rarely does an idol come, but you can sometimes see them.

Jung bin was a rising actor when cej was active, but after eight years he's only known for the infomercials his agency keeps having him do. You can often see his face advertising a juice juice brand or a flavor of water.

J has a very distinct style of dance. No one else has been able to replicate this. Lsy recognizes cej as j after seeing him dance when cej thought he was alone in the hangover soup restaurant.

OH ALSO the artisan dude is a highly sought after producer who doesn't care to work with most idols because he thinks their styles are boring. He can sometimes tolerate producing for lsy but even that gets boring. This all changes after he finds a video of some guy singing in his show with a really low quality mic but the voice is absolutely angelic and is the closest thing to J they've had in years.

(meanwhile cej had heard posting covers on YouTube could sometimes get you extra cash and he had an old video that his aunt took when he was practicing his part for an unreleased song back when he was active and figured that would be alright and not stand out too much but should gain some traction. He immediately freaked out when it somehow just suddenly went viral and deleted it.)

[starnotavailable]

Kiss of Death

Pairings: Choi San/Jung Wooyoung

Genre: psychological thriller 

Chapter: 7/?

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: HUGE MENTIONS OF DEATH!!!! violence, murder, death of a loved one, psychological distress, stalking?, gaslighting/manipulation, graphic autopsy/medical descriptions

Summary: Serial Killer Wooyoung picks San as his next victim until he finds out that San is the Medical Examiner working his case. Keeping him around could be useful, couldn't it?

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Wooyoung doesn’t say anything at first. He just watches. His usual smirk is absent, replaced by quiet concern as he takes in the way San’s fingers twitch at his sides, the way his breaths are just a little too shallow. Then, after a beat—

"San?"

That’s all it takes. Just his name, spoken so softly it almost doesn’t feel real. San blinks, like he’s just now realizing where he is.

"You look like shit." Wooyoung says it lightly, but there’s no teasing behind it.

San exhales sharply—maybe it was supposed to be a laugh, but it doesn’t quite make it. That’s when it hits Wooyoung just how bad he’s doing.

"Do you wanna sit?"

San doesn’t answer right away. He just stands there for a second, gripping the back of his neck. When he finally moves, it’s sluggish, like he’s only listening to Wooyoung because he doesn’t have the energy to do anything else.

Wooyoung watches him drop onto the couch, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. This isn’t just stress—this is something more.

Then, gently—"Do you want to talk about it?"

San exhales, long and unsteady. His gaze drops to the floor, and for a moment, it seems like he’s going to shake his head, deflect like he always does. 

"It’s different this time."

Wooyoung tilts his head slightly, waiting.

San swallows. "The case—" He pauses, brows drawing together like he’s picking apart his own thoughts in real time. "It’s just—" Another pause. His fingers twitch. He’s hesitating.

Wooyoung stays quiet, just watching him, listening.

"It was easier before." The words came out rushed, like he needed to get them out before they tangled in his throat. He runs a hand over his face, dragging down slowly like it might help clear his thoughts. "Not easier, I mean—God, that sounds awful. It was just… it made sense. The pattern made sense."

"The pattern?" Wooyoung echoes, careful, like he doesn’t want to scare San back into silence.

San nods, exhaling sharply. He shifts, finally moving to shrug his coat off completely, but his hands are restless, gripping the fabric too tight.

"They were all women." His voice is quieter now. "Young. Pretty. Dressed up. And I know that sounds bad, but from a profiling standpoint, it was clear. They were picked for a reason."

He starts pacing, slow at first, then faster, his thoughts gaining momentum.

"But this one—" He stops. His jaw tightens. "It’s a man. Everything else lines up except that. And I don’t—" His hands lift, like he’s grasping for something invisible in the air. "Why change it now? Why—"

"San." Wooyoung’s voice cuts through, firm but not harsh. San blinks, realizing too late that his breathing has gone uneven.

Wooyoung extends his hand out—not touching, just offering. "Slow down."

San presses his lips together and exhales, shaky, like he’s forcing himself to reel it in. He nods once. "Okay."

Wooyoung waits until San’s shoulders relax, just slightly. "Start from the beginning."

And this time, San does.

San exhales sharply, fingers threading through his hair as he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees. "I can’t get this one out of my head." His voice is quieter now, like admitting it out loud makes it even more real.

Wooyoung stays quiet, just watching him, letting him talk at his own pace.

"It doesn’t fit," San continues. "Every other victim was a woman. Smaller, easier to overpower. They were all dressed like they were on a date, probably meeting the guy that same night. But this one—" He shakes his head. "He’s different. Male, bigger than the others. But everything else matches. Same scene, same setup."

Wooyoung shifts slightly but still doesn’t interrupt, waiting for him to go on.

"It was easier before," San murmurs, then winces. "That sounds terrible, but you know what I mean. There was a pattern. A clear victim profile. And now, suddenly, there’s an outlier. That means something changed, or—" He stops, lips pressing together as his jaw tenses.

"Or the profile was never that specific to begin with," Wooyoung offers, voice measured.

San exhales. "Exactly. Which means the whole way I’ve been looking at this is wrong." He leans back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling like it might have answers for him. "I keep running through it in my head, but nothing explains why. Why him? Why now?"

His fingers tighten against his knees before he looks at Wooyoung again. "And then there’s the first victim." His voice is quieter now, rougher. "The one that started all of this."

Wooyoung straightens slightly at the shift in San’s tone.

San swallows. "I knew her." He says it like he’s still processing the weight of it himself. "Not just in passing. I was close to her."

He doesn’t look at Wooyoung as he says it, doesn’t try to gauge his reaction. He’s too far in his own head, lost in memories, in connections that feel like they should lead somewhere but never quite do.

Wooyoung is quiet, but San can feel the weight of his attention. The space between them feels heavier, like something has shifted.

And then, finally, Wooyoung speaks. "...San." There’s something careful in the way he says his name, something that pulls San back into the moment.

But before Wooyoung can ask, before he can push for more, San shakes his head. "It’s not just another case to me," he admits, voice low. "I can’t pretend it is."

San sighs, rubbing his temples as the weight of it all settles deep into his bones. “I don’t know,” he admits, voice quieter now. “I just—I keep thinking about it, over and over, and nothing makes sense. I’ve never been this stuck before.”

Wooyoung doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he reaches out, fingers brushing lightly against San’s wrist before curling around it. The touch is warm, steady. San’s eyes flicker down to it, then back up to Wooyoung, who’s watching him with an unreadable expression.

“You don’t have to figure everything out right now,” Wooyoung says, voice softer than before. “You’re allowed to stop thinking about it. Just for a second.”

San exhales shakily. He doesn’t know if he can, if he even remembers how to. But Wooyoung is right here, so close, the warmth of his palm seeping into San’s skin like an anchor. And maybe it’s selfish—maybe it’s reckless—but he doesn’t want to think about anything right now.

He just wants this.

San doesn’t hesitate when he moves forward, closing the space between them. There’s barely a moment’s pause before his lips press against Wooyoung’s—gentle, searching, a silent plea for something he doesn’t have the words to ask for.

Wooyoung doesn’t pull away. Instead, his fingers tighten slightly around San’s wrist before trailing up, ghosting over his forearm, then his shoulder, until his palm rests against the side of San’s neck. He tilts his head just enough to deepen the kiss, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring the moment, like he wants San to know he’s here, that he’s not going anywhere.

San sighs against his lips, his own hands hesitating before settling at Wooyoung’s waist, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as if he needs something to hold onto. It’s not desperate, not rushed—just warm, steady. A quiet moment where nothing else exists but the two of them.

The kiss stretches between them, unhurried and soft, until eventually, San feels the need to breathe again. He pulls back just slightly, barely an inch, but Wooyoung stays close, his thumb brushing absently along the hinge of San’s jaw.

San swallows, his heart still hammering in his chest. He doesn’t know what to say—doesn’t know if he even needs to say anything.

San barely has time to process the warmth of Wooyoung’s hand still resting on his face before he’s leaning in again. It’s not a rushed movement, not desperate or hurried—just natural, like gravity is pulling him down.

Wooyoung shifts as San moves, letting himself be guided backward until his back meets the couch cushions. His breath hitches when San follows, leaning over him, the weight of his presence enough to make Wooyoung’s fingers twitch against his skin.

The kiss deepens, slow and lingering, Wooyoung’s lips parting just enough to draw San in further. One of San’s hands presses into the cushion beside Wooyoung’s head to keep himself steady, while the other ghosts over his ribs, hesitant, like he’s not sure how much he’s allowed to take.

Wooyoung’s fingers tighten in the fabric of San’s shirt, grounding them both. He exhales through his nose, smiling against San’s mouth before tilting his head, deepening the kiss just enough to make San’s breath stutter.

San doesn’t think—he just melts into it, letting the warmth of Wooyoung’s body beneath him push everything else aside. His heartbeat is loud in his ears, but it’s not frantic, not panicked. It’s steady.

Eventually, the need for air pulls them apart again, but San doesn’t move away entirely. He hovers just above Wooyoung, their foreheads nearly touching, breath mingling between them.

Neither of them speaks for a long moment.

Then, Wooyoung lets out a quiet, breathless chuckle. “Didn’t expect you to be on top of me tonight, but I’m not complaining.”

San groans, dropping his forehead fully onto Wooyoung’s shoulder to hide the way his face burns. “Why do you always have to ruin the moment?”

Wooyoung just laughs, hand coming up to rest against the nape of San’s neck. “That wasn’t me ruining it,” he murmurs, voice softer now, his fingers tracing light, absentminded patterns against San’s skin.

San doesn’t have the energy to argue. He just lets his eyes slip shut for a second, letting himself breathe Wooyoung in.

The moment stretches, comfortable and quiet. Eventually, Wooyoung shifts, tilting his head slightly to look at him. “You should shower, get comfortable.”

San hums in agreement but doesn’t move right away. The weight of Wooyoung’s hand against his neck, the warmth of his body beneath him—it’s comforting in a way he didn’t realize he needed.

But eventually, he exhales and pushes himself up, catching the way Wooyoung watches him closely, eyes flickering with something unreadable.

“Go on,” Wooyoung nudges him playfully. “I’ll grab you something to wear.”

San lingers for a second before nodding. “Yeah. Okay.”

San stands in front of the bathroom mirror, hands gripping the edges of the sink, staring at his own reflection like he's expecting the answer to magically appear. His heart is still pounding in his chest, and the taste of Wooyoung’s lips linger on his own. He lifts a hand, fingers brushing against his lips. They feel more swollen than usual, a soft red hue still lingering there.

His eyes move down to his clothes—his shirt a little more wrinkled than it should be, the vest pulled slightly out of place from where Wooyoung had gripped onto him. His tie, loosely hanging, feels like a reminder of the moment—an almost too obvious hint of what just happened. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Oh my gosh, I actually kissed him.

This is it. He's really doing this.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he opens up a new group chat with Mingi and Hongjoong. He’s pretty sure Mingi is going to tell Hongjoong anyway, so might as well make it easier. 

San: I kissed him. San: Like actually kissed him. San: What the fuck do I do now??

Mingi: LMAO YOU WHAT??? Mingi: Was it good? Did he kiss you back??? DETAILS MAN

San: Mingi focus. I kissed him. Now what?

Hongjoong: I sent you home to rest, not to get laid.

San: I DIDN’T GET LAID.

Mingi: Ok but you could if you wanted to ;)

San: I hate both of you.

Hongjoong: No you don’t.

San rolls his eyes at his phone, sinking into his own embarrassment as Mingi and Hongjoong continue to send him messages. He groans, shoving the phone into his pocket, deciding he needs to not overthink this anymore.

A quick glance at the bathroom mirror tells him he’s got to cool off, so he heads for the shower. The warm water feels like a small comfort, washing away some of the lingering anxiety. He stands under the spray, letting his mind wander, trying not to think about how the kiss felt or what it might mean.

By the time he finishes and steps out of the shower, he’s feeling a bit more collected, but the nerves are still there. When he walks back into the bedroom, though, he’s met with clothes neatly laid out on the bed. A soft hoodie, sweatpants, and a pair of socks. It’s a small thing, but it’s enough to make his chest feel a little lighter.

San changed into the clothes Wooyoung had set out, then gathered up his belongings before stepping out of the bedroom. As he made his way downstairs, the air in the house felt different—settled, like the weight of everything they'd talked about had been absorbed into the walls. He found Wooyoung spread across the couch. He tugged at the hem of the shirt, rolling the thought around in his head before finally speaking.

"I should go home for my own clothes. I don’t wanna keep borrowing yours." Wooyoung sat himself upright and tilted his head. "You sure? You just got comfortable."

"I won’t take long," San assured him, already reaching for his phone. "Just gonna grab a few things and come right back."

Wooyoung hummed, shifting to sit up properly. "You want me to go with you?"

San shook his head. "It’s fine. I’ll be quick."

The trip home was quiet, his thoughts still lingering on everything they’d talked about—on the weight that had finally lifted from his shoulders, and the way Wooyoung had looked at him. By the time he pulled into his place, the sky had dimmed slightly, the late afternoon sun stretching warm shadows across the pavement.

Inside, he moved on autopilot, grabbing what he needed: a fresh change of clothes, his toothbrush, a few essentials tossed into a bag with little thought. The whole thing took barely ten minutes. Standing in his bedroom, bag slung over his shoulder, he hesitated for a beat, looking around as if he’d forgotten something.

But no—he had everything. Everything except the quiet pull in his chest that told him he wasn’t supposed to be here right now.

He was supposed to be there.

By the time he got back, Wooyoung was in the same spot, scrolling through his phone, one leg tucked under the other. He barely looked up as San stepped inside.

"Took you long enough," he muttered, voice teasing but eyes warm.

San scoffed, setting his bag down with a thud. "It was twenty minutes."

"Twenty-three."

Rolling his eyes, San sank onto the couch beside him, the familiar weight of Wooyoung’s presence easing something deep inside him. He didn’t even think about it—just let his body relax as Wooyoung shifted closer, their shoulders brushing, warmth seeping through the small space between them.

Wooyoung shifted against him, phone still in hand but his attention clearly elsewhere. His head dipped, resting against San’s shoulder, his body curling into his side like it was second nature.

San barely thought about it—his fingers just started moving on their own, tracing slow, absentminded circles into Wooyoung’s back. It was grounding, the way their breathing synced up, the way the tension in his shoulders started to ease without him realizing.

Wooyoung made a quiet noise, somewhere between a hum and a sigh, then set his phone down. His arms slipped around San’s waist, loose and easy, forehead pressing into his shoulder.

San swallowed, his fingers pausing before continuing their slow pattern along Wooyoung’s spine.

"You feeling any better?" Wooyoung asked after a moment, voice low, careful.

San exhaled slowly. He wasn’t unraveling anymore, wasn’t drowning in everything in his head, but that heaviness was still there.

"A little," he admitted.

Wooyoung hummed like that was good enough. "You can stay here as long as you want, you know."

San glanced down at him, at the way his eyes were half-lidded, expression soft but unreadable.

"I know," he murmured.

Wooyoung didn’t say anything else. Just shifted closer, nuzzling into the fabric of San’s shirt, his breath warm against his skin. San barely had time to process it before he felt the lightest brush of lips against his shoulder—soft, barely there.

San stiffened slightly, but Wooyoung didn’t pull away. Instead, he pressed another kiss to the spot where San’s shirt had slipped down, then another, slower this time.

"You don’t have to think right now," Wooyoung murmured.

San let out a slow breath, tilting his head slightly, just enough to give him more space if he wanted it.

His lips ghosted over the curve of San’s neck now, soft and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world. His fingers curled slightly into the fabric of San’s shirt as he shifted closer, mouth pressing a little firmer against warm skin.

San’s breath hitched. His hand stilled against Wooyoung’s back before sliding down to his waist, holding him there.

The air between them shifted, something slow and heavy settling in the space where there had only been quiet comfort before.

Wooyoung’s lips trailed up San’s neck, his breath teasing against the sensitive skin. Each soft kiss was followed by gentle nibbles, the light pressure making San’s chest tighten with a soft gasp.

San’s breath hitched as the sensation spread, his head tilting slightly to the side in a subconscious attempt to give Wooyoung more access. His pulse quickened with every passing second, and he couldn’t help but let out a breathy noise, an involuntary sound of pleasure that made his cheeks flush.

Wooyoung paused for a moment, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips, and San felt his heart skip a beat at the sound. “I liked that,” Wooyoung teased, pressing a gentle kiss just below San’s ear.

San’s breath caught again, and his hand gripped the fabric of Wooyoung’s shirt a little tighter, his mind briefly clouding over from the sensations. “I—I didn’t mean to,” he stammered, still not entirely used to the feeling, even though it was all so warm and inviting.

Wooyoung’s lips curled into a small, amused smile against his skin. “Don’t worry, I don’t mind,” he murmured, nibbling at the base of San’s neck once more, a little firmer this time.

San couldn’t help the small sound that slipped from his lips—a quiet, almost embarrassed noise as he squeezed his eyes shut. His neck was so delicate, and every little touch felt like it was running straight through him, making his thoughts feel a little hazy.

“Sensitive, huh?” Wooyoung teased again, lifting his head to meet San’s gaze, his eyes soft but mischievous. “I can tell.”

San’s face turned even redder at the thought, but he couldn’t help the way his heart was racing. “I—I guess...” He felt his voice falter a bit, but he wasn’t embarrassed, not really. He was just… overwhelmed in the best way possible.

Wooyoung smiled, leaning back in and pressing another gentle kiss to San’s neck, his lips lingering a little longer this time. San shivered, his hands slipping down to rest on Wooyoung’s hip. He wasn’t sure how to respond, but he didn’t need to. 

Wooyoung’s lips moved with purpose, slow and deliberate, pressing against San’s skin in a way that made warmth bloom in his chest. Each kiss lingered just long enough to leave an imprint, sending small ripples of sensation down San’s spine.

His breath hitched when Wooyoung nipped at his skin, and he could feel the way Wooyoung’s lips curled into a smile against him. His hands, warm and steady, traced gentle patterns along San’s sides, grounding him in the moment.

The world outside this space didn’t exist—not the case, not his exhaustion, not the weight that had been pressing down on him for days. There was only this, only Wooyoung, only the quiet hum of the TV in the background as they melted into each other.

Wooyoung’s kisses slowed as he trailed up to the curve of San’s jaw, leaving one final, lingering press of his lips just below his ear before pulling back. His breathing was a little unsteady, his lips slightly swollen, and his dark eyes shone with something softer than teasing.

For a moment, he just admired his work—the faint trail of red blotches against San’s skin, standing out against his honey toned complexion. His fingers ghosted over one of the marks, tracing the spot he had just kissed. A quiet hum of satisfaction left his lips.

San blinked at him, still feeling the ghost of Wooyoung’s touch on his skin. “…What?”

Wooyoung’s gaze flickered up to meet his, amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Nothing,” he mused, though his eyes lingered on the marks a second longer before he finally leaned back. His fingers skimmed the nape of San’s neck, tracing absentminded circles. “I just like seeing you like this.”

“…Like what?”

Wooyoung’s voice softened, quieter now. “Comfortable. Here, with me.” His expression shifted into something more sincere. “I’m happy you are.”

San’s grip tightened slightly on Wooyoung’s waist, his chest feeling uncharacteristically full. He didn’t know what to say—wasn’t sure he even needed to say anything. Instead, he just held on, letting the moment settle over them like a warm blanket.

There was no urgency, no need to fill the silence. Just comfort. Just closeness.

Just them.

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A/N: AHHHHHHHHH?

[sniffanimal]

Shallan and her stand 『PATTERN』 for my JJBA!SA au ;3; Tag for this on my blog here | tip jar/requests here Design notes below!

First, Pattern, a canon design so baller we spun it off Unchanged! Forreal though, his suit is designed after a wool runway suit I saw, I just made it look folded from paper instead. Also the model was in tights but I spared you from looking at Pattern's salad fingers-ass feet and legs. I don't really think the spinning pattern cryptic head is 100% fitting in JJBA's character design styles, but I think there's precedent for shapeshifting so why not!

Shallan, being Lighteyed, gets a far more modern/pop-y/cute design than Kaladin did (his being more utilitarian). I was thinking about how Jolyne, Foo Fighters, and some of the other jojo women look, notably things like exposed midriff, painted lips, and overalls. I know Early Canon shallan is a lot more modest and reserved, So maybe in TWOK-era she has her straps up and her sleeves pulled down over her fingertips on her safehand ok, but maybe during WOR and onwards she slips a bit lol. She's got big clunky boots on under the pant legs but the pant legs are big floor dragging bell bottoms. I LOVE the Y2K-ish lightweaver symbol I put on her shirt (it looks like a heart or a butterfly so. added heart and butterfly), and echoed it on the pants. The model I was looking at just had buttons on the shirt, but I switched it to frog clasps to look a little more Vorin fashion-y. For her body itself, I always draw shallan with twin buns and still a lot of hair left to go, thinking kinda along the lines of Disney's Merida or something with copious amounts of hair, though less curly. I also decided to give it some color depth to it and go more auburn to ginger versus scarlet or full ginger. Lastly I based her general appearance off the Korean model Jung Ho Yeon, who has also modeled with red hair sometimes! Very Shallan to me!

I'm thinking the setting is going to fall on a Roshar that's in a vaguely turn of the millennium (on earth) situation. Most of the tech is still fabrial based, but it's all kinda like what you'd see in the late 90s or something. Maybe closer to the 70s/80s actually since I don't think they quite have computers as commonplace. Navani gets one. Shallan does have a Mobile Spanreed, which is kind of like an ipad but with a magnadoodle-type board (or boogie board) for a screen and a ring with up to 10 paired other Mobile Spanreeds that you can communicate with. It's very modern and very convenient. No need for paper! And you can have them paired with many other boards! Shallan likes to draw on hers when she's not actively communicating with people, of course.

I'm getting ahead of myself. Shallan is struck by part of the Arrow by Kabsal, who was planning on recruiting her into his organization before he died. He tells them as much on his deathbed. She manifests Pattern as part of that, and identifying her as a Stand User, Jasnah and Ivory take her under their tutelage, not knowing that Shallan was actually able to use Pattern since she was a child.

[kdram-chjh]

Kdrama: Born Again (2020)

Born again #kdrama #이수혁 #leehyuksoo #leesoohyuk #leesoohyukpp #bornagain #iqiyi

Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/XQrX_mPOYMo

[justmochi]

GOT7's Jenn To Make Acting Debut In Spin-Off Drama of "Hospital Playlist"

The wait is nearly over—”Resident Playbook” is finally coming to the small screen next month! tvN has finally revealed the final cast member.

On March 10, tvN unveiled the first teaser and poster for "Resident Playbook." The poster introduces the four first-year Obstretrics and Gynecology residents through their name tags, featuring Oh Yi Young (GOT7's Jenn), Pyo Nam Kyung (Shin Si Ah), Um Jae Il (Kang You Seok), and Kim Sa Bi (Han Ye Ji).

Jenn will make her acting debut portraying Oh Yi Young, a first-year Obstretrics and Gynecology resident at Jongro branch of Yulje Medical Center.

The newly released teaser begins with a nostalgic look at the Yulje Doctors from the original “Hospital Playlist” series including Jo Jung Suk, Jeon Mi Do, Jung Kyung Ho, Yoo Yeon Seok, and Kim Dae Myeung as well as the text, “Thank you to everyone who waited for us until now.”

The teaser previews a return to Yulje Medical Center, sharing, “The story of people who will become wise someday—begins now.” When a doctor comes looking for Oh Yi Young amongst the first-year Obstetrics and Gynecology residents, the other residents shake their head, only to later reveal Oh Yi Young hiding behind the door.

Hours after the teaser was released, Jenn went to Weverse to announce the big news.

"Were you guys surprised to see the news? I still can't believe it myself. I've wanted to pursue acting for a very long time. I took classes for several years but because my schedules were always so hectic, I never had the time to attend auditions. If I were to ever make my screen debut, I wanted it to be the best performance I could give. I poured my everything into this role and it feels like a dream come true. As I grew up with many health issues, I have such a deep respect for those in the medical field and hold it very close to my heart. Before I became an idol, one of my ambitions was to work with people and medicine. Oh Yi Young is very special to me, and I feel like I am accomplishing one of my dreams by being able to play her. I hope you love her as much as I do. Yours and only ever yours, Jenn"

“Resident Playbook” will premiere in April. Stay tuned for updates!

[thealogie]

I don’t mean this as a gotcha, he’s undeniably talented, but I regret to inform you that lee Jung-Jae has been convicted of assault and has multiple other allegations of sa against him

I literally almost typed “please tell me he’s a decent person I can root for” in the tags of my post. Great reminder for me to never find a man talented!

[susieporta]

L'essere umano medio vive in uno stato di sonno.

Mangia, beve, dorme, si diverte, intreccia relazioni, compra smartphone, va in vacanza, fa figli, mosso da una meccanicità del tutto inconsapevole.

Non sa per quale motivo fa queste cose, o almeno pensa di comprenderne le ragioni, quando in realtà spesso le sue scelte sono guidate da convinzioni che gli sono state trasmesse da altri.

Poi un bel giorno gli arriva una bella randellata in testa - cioè una separazione, un debito incontrollabile, un vaffanculo ben assestato da qualcuno a cui tiene, un tradimento - e la sua esistenza crolla completamente.

Va in depressione o in panico e si domanda, cadendo dalle nuvole, come abbia potuto costruire centinaia di castelli in aria senza rendersene conto.

Il passo successivo dell'uomo-bovino, cioè appena risvegliato dalla botta in testa, è quello di cercare di riparare la sua vita attraverso soluzioni facili, veloci, e soprattutto che riguardano il mondo esterno.

Si arrabatta per riparare una relazione, oppure ne intreccia subito un'altra; cerca di ricostruire un progetto, di instaurare un rapporto sano, di risollevarsi interiormente, ma, inevitabilmente, non ci riesce.

O, se ci riesce, ricade, dopo aver insistito un altro po', negli stessi copioni relazionali, negli stessi meccanismi autolesionistici, negli stessi autosabotaggi.

Ecco allora che, forse, dopo svariate mazzate in testa, ripetute e sempre più dolenti, se ha una capacità di resilienza sufficiente a farlo accedere ad un cambiamento significativo, e se la sua nevrosi non è particolarmente cronicizzata, realizza che non può farcela da solo.

Comincia dunque per lui quello che in gestalt viene chiamato "pre contatto".

Egli si guarda intorno per vedere se può trovare un percorso, e un professionista, capace di seguirlo e di aiutarlo a comprendere che cosa può fare per aggiustare la sua vita.

È cosciente che i meccanismi del suo orologio interno non funzionano come egli vorrebbe, ma comprende anche che da solo, per quanti sforzi faccia, riesce a compiere un passo avanti e dieci indietro.

Realizza che solo un altro-specchio può tirarlo fuori dalla meccanicità nella quale è immerso fino alle caviglie, e aiutarlo a svegliarsi da quel sonno che lo ha portato a costruirsi una vita le cui fondamenta sono fragili come zucchero filato.

La prima lezione che dovrà capire, la più dolorosa, è che i problemi che ci sono nella sua vita non nascono fuori da lui, ma dal suo interno.

Il primo cambio di rotta sarà per lui quello di accettare di non poter più dare la colpa al fato, al destino, alla sfortuna, e soprattutto agli altri, per quello che gli succede.

Dovrà prendersi la responsabilità dei suoi stati d'animo, del funzionamento sballato e condizionante dei propri ingranaggi interni, sia mentali che corporei, al fine di cominciare a trasmutare ciò che gli accade.

Questa non è un' assunzione di colpa, ma uno spostamento di focus il quale rompe la trappola autodistruttiva della colpevolizzazione e dell'autocolpevolizzazione, per mettergli in mano un potere che abbisogna di tutto il suo coraggio per essere gestito.

È la fine dell'illusione della libertà, e l'alba del risveglio.

Come dice Jung: "Chi guarda fuori sogna, chi guarda dentro si sveglia.

©Omar Montecchiani

#quandolosentinelcorpodiventareale

[ctrlemis]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

↳ ❝heeseung the flower boy❞

Y/N was not the first to the practice room, it seemed. It took half an hour even getting there, neither of the front desk attendees seeming to want to help her find the dance practice rooms. After 20 minutes attempting to read the Hybe Directory, she gave up, going to the front desk and asking for assistance. The ladies seemingly looked at her as if she was stupid. They wrote down instructions for her, snickering as she walked away.

There were three girls in the room already. One had brown hair to her lower neck, and a really cool flower on the back of her left hand. She sat on the floor in black sweats and a matching black long sleeved top, stretching out her legs and arms as she reach over to her left foot, holding onto it as she leaned her body in the same direction. The second girl has shorter black hair, with the cutest outfit on, a pink jacket bedazzled jacket with a matching pair of comfy looking pants, the butt having the word ‘BRATZ’ bedazzled on it. She leaned against the far wall of the practice room, looking down at her phone. The last girl was warming up it seemed, shaking off her nerves as her two braids bounced with her, the ribbons she had tied around the edges vibration almost. She had on a black sweater with tights, pushing her glasses off her face. Y/N set her bag in the corner with the rest of them, going to stretch not far from the long haired girl. She peeled off her jacket, beginning to stretch. For a good while, an awkward silence filled the room. Y/N and the girl with the flower tattoo had both finished stretching, and now all four girls were sitting in a semicircle, sitting quietly. Then, the door pushed open again. Two girls, one with brown hair, a nose ring and black and metal glasses frames, all tied together with a wide smile, accompanied by a girl with short black hair, cut in the same style as LE SSERAFIM’s Chaewon, and dark sunglasses entered the room. They paused, looking at the group of girls.

“Uh,” The girl with the nose ring said nervously, “Are we in the right place?”

“Are you guys trainees?” Asked the girl with pigtail braids. Both of the girls in the doorway shook their heads. “Then assuming you’re here as a backup dancer for ENHYPEN’s upcoming comeback, then yes.” Both of the looked relieved, dropping their bags with the rest and joining the other girls. “I’m Caelin by the way. We’re all under Voyance, no?”

“I think so. I’m Keina Saed by the way.” The girl in pink piped up, playing with the zipper of her jacket.

“I’m Annalesa, and this is Mickey.” The girl with the nose ring said before gesturing to the girl in the sunglasses.

“I’m Mai Hoa, Mai is just fine. I think me and you are under the same company, Keina Saed.” The girl with the flower tattoo added in.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” The awkwardness was melting away, slowly but surely. “Actually, Mickey, i think we’ve met before.” The girl pulled off her sunglasses to reveal soft eyes that squinted at her suspiciously, before widening and grinning.

“We’re mutuals on Twitter! I left that comment under your cover if Shooting Star. You’re absolutely stunning in real life, for your information.” Y/N grinned, thanking the girl.

“Wait, is this everyone? Aren’t there supposed to be more?” Mai asked, looking around.

“The email said there were gonna be six other dancers not including me, so i think there’s one more.” Annalesa chirped. Just as she said that, the door pushed open once more, a girl dark black hair entered the dance practice room. She seemed partially surprised to see she was the last there, a blush forming on her cheeks as she bowed slightly, and dropping her bag as they all reciprocated the gesture.

“Hi, I'm Jung Sora. This is where we’re all supposed to be?” She questioned, and all the girls nodded in unison. As she approached the group, Keina Saed stood up, stretching her arms out.

“We should probably get re-warmed.” She suggested, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Everyone mumbled out an agreement, standing and stretching. Just like that, the awkward air was back, and everything felt stiff. Y/N couldn’t tell if it was because of the late arrival of Sora, or just the general atmosphere of the situation. But it was painful, and they would have to find a way to get through it; It was no secret that Engenes were…very special when it came to “their boys” even just interacting with women. Especially K-Engenes. And the boys were either clueless to it or couldn’t and wouldn’t do anything about it, nor the company. They had nobody but each other, at least until the end of the promotion period. They would have to make the most of it, together.

SYNOPSIS. L/N Y/N knows that beyond all else, she must stay professional. She knew that her job and dreams of being a main choreographer for a company was more important then any silly little feelings that seemed to be rather persistent in her brain. She was almost relieved to find out Dark Blood promotions were finished, until she was emailed a contract, along with the notice that she, as well as the other dancers, would be appearing alongside ENHYPEN during their second world tour. Fantastic.

NOTES. lordy lord lord here we go guys

prev. m.list. next.

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PERM TAGLIST. @yujipg @soobin-chois @haerinz @hiqhkey @bigtoewinwin @enhacolor @abdiitcryy @hseungi @seungstarss @strwberrydinosaur @buhniii @luhvlyuna @simeonswhore @maiverie @chiyuv

[kdramaqween]

To finish off the year, here's my TOP 23 Ships from dramas I watched in 2023

1. Kim Doo Shik ♥ Lee Mi Hyun

Moving

2. Cha Jin Woo ♥ Jung Mo Eun

Tell Me That You Love Me

3. Seo Do Guk ♥ Han Yi Joo

Perfect Marriage Revenge

4. Xin Qi ♥ Min Hui

The Love You Give Me (C-Drama)

5. Choi Kang Ho ♥ Lee Mi Joo

The Good Bad Mother

6. Dongfang Qincang ♥ Xiao Lanhua

Love Between Fairy and Devil (C-Drama)

7. Jung Ki Ho ♥ Seo Mok Ha

Castaway Diva

8. Moon Jang Yeol ♥ Bong Ye Bun

Behind Your Touch

9. Gu Won ♥ Cheon Sa Rang

King the Land

10. Cho Yong Pil ♥ Cho Sam Dal

Welcome to Samdalri

11. Yoo So Joon ♥ Song Ma Rin

Tomorrow With You

12. Kang Hee Shik ♥ Kang Nam Soon

Strong Girl Namsoon

13. Dong Go Yun ♥ Jung Da Eun

Daily Dose of Sunshine

14. Gong Tae Gyeong ♥ Oh Yeon Doo

The Real Has Come

15. Jang Seon Gyeol ♥ Gil Oh Sol

Clean With Passion for Now

16. Cha Min ♥ Cho Se Yeon

Abyss

17. Heo Joon Jae ♥ Shim Cheong

Legend of the Blue Sea

18. Kim Tae Hee ♥ Baek Dong Joo

May I Help You

19. Jung Gu Won ♥ Do Do Hee

My Demon

20. Nam Si Heon ♥ Han Jun Hee

A Time Called You

21. Jang Tae Sang ♥ Yoon Chae Ok

Gyeongseong Creature

22. Lee Kang ♥ Moon Cha Young

Chocolate

23. Cha Eun Ho ♥ Kang Dan Hee

Romance is a Bonus Book