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[yiichan]

So the title of this post is to my readers...

So, hi. Hello, this is Kyii. Or Kan. Or both. You can call me anything, and you can call me yours /wink.

Okay, so why am I writing this? I have no clue too. But I feel that I can't just leave you guys hanging around.

I have lost my motivation to write.

No, seriously. I just can't feel any inspiration nor motivation. There is no drive, nothing. I don't even read fanfiction of KPOP anymore.

On somedays, I will scroll tiktok and write down fiction ideas. But it feels impossible, like the task is very, very big.

A lot of my drafts were deleted and re-written, deleted and re-written. I just can't be happy with the piece of works I came up with. English is my first language (along with mandarin) but somehow I think I just... couldn't reach the standard I set myself on.

I tried. I really tried. Wonwoo to Seungkwan's version of lost fourteen was actually written, but I deleted them along with a lot of drafts. It feels like I just can't write, can't produce a piece of work that will be loved by you guys.

All the comments that supported me, that waited for me, thank you. Thank you so much. I really love how supportive this community is, ever since I entered in the end of 2023.

But I won't stop writing. I'm just here to tell you guys, I won't stop this writing depression from consuming me. I still need to update. I can't just stop here. I cannot let my characters freeze in time. I cannot let them just die, die in piece of unfinished work.

I know you have waited enough, but please, just give me some more time. Let me find my place in reality, let me reconnect with my passion in writing. I love Ateez, I love Seventeen, I love Xikers, heck, I even have a whole mandarin fiction for JJK.

I won't disappear. I'll still be here. Cross my heart and hope to die.

Thank you for taking your time to read this.

[yiichan]

AN UPDATE AHHH I LOVE YOU

Ahhhhhhhhhh sorry for being missing for so long, been having writing depression and I cannot get any work to my satisfaction... Thank you for waiting I guess TT

[yiichan]

𝟎𝟓 - 𝐊𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

pairings. idol!ot13 x m!14thmember!oc. word count. 0.9k. genre. parellel universe au, extra member au, angst.

warnings. none (for this chapter)

writers notes. hoshi's chapter is actually a big turning point. i actually debated on whether to let my gyuhannie just disappear or for svt to make amends to... and i am very broke rn.

my imperial beta reader, @sousydive

network: @mansaenetwork

[open] series taglist. @vixensss @mnjrosn @hazeljisulatte @straykidsstanforeverandever @cchewhaz

@i-am-confused-about-life @unlikelysublimekryptonite @nenesvt

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The first thing Soonyoung did when he realized he was back in time was find him.

Gyuhan. Im Gyuhan. The man he owed everything to.

His breath hitched as tears burned at the corners of his eyes. Memories of his past mistakes, the way he had treated Gyuhan, crashed over him like a tidal wave. He stumbled forward, barely aware of how desperate he must look as he ran through the familiar streets, his only thought propelling him forward.

February 2, 2015.

Gyuhan. Gyuhan. Gyuhan—please, please be here. Let me see you again. Let me know that you're alive, that you're well, that you're breathing and smiling as you greet us in that practice room for the first time��

Soonyoung burst through the door, his chest heaving.

The practice room fell silent.

Twelve pairs of eyes snapped toward him, startled. Seungkwan was among them. And the look on his face told Soonyoung everything—he wasn’t the only one who had come back.

Is this mercy? A chance from the gods to atone? A chance to make things right with Gyuhan?

"Soonyoung-ah," a voice called.

Soonyoung turned. Jeonghan stood with Junhui and the others. He barely registered their presence before he threw himself at Jihoon, wrapping his arms tightly around him. Jihoon—pale, shaking—had been the one to find him, after all.

He didn’t speak. Not yet. The cameras were watching.

Around the room, the members were scattered, some pretending to stretch, some pacing, but all of them kept glancing at the door.

A nudge.

Soonyoung looked up. Seungcheol. Younger, but his bloodshot eyes held the weight of everything they both remembered.

"You have to lead the dance practice, Soonyoung-ah," Seungcheol murmured, his grip on Soonyoung’s arm tightening just slightly—a quiet show of support. "That’s how it happened. You remember the sequence of events, right?"

“R-right.” Soonyoung barely managed to steady his voice. He clapped his hands together, forcing himself to focus. “Let’s practice, guys. Wonwoo, can you start the music?”

His heart pounded against his ribs as Wonwoo nodded and moved to the speaker.

Any second now.

The music began to play—Dynamicduo? Teen Top? It didn’t matter. Everything else faded into white noise as Soonyoung caught sight of two figures walking outside the practice room.

His breath hitched.

“L-let’s stretch, boys.” His voice was louder than necessary, cracking slightly as he tried to mask his nerves.

The others followed his gaze.

The room stilled.

Then, the door swung open.

“Stop the music, please, boys.”

Han Sungsoo. Their old CEO. His voice was the same—calm, authoritative, final. He clapped his hands once, and Wonwoo, startled, fumbled to turn off the speaker. The music cut out with a sharp click, leaving behind a suffocating silence.

And then Soonyoung saw him.

Just behind Han Sungsoo. Partially obscured, yet unmistakable. A familiar silhouette.

A ghost from another life.

“I know this is sudden,” Han Sungsoo continued, his tone businesslike. “But a new member will be joining SEVENTEEN.”

Soonyoung's chest tightened.

“Come, Gyuhan-ssi. Get to know your new members. Boys, please treat him well.”

With that, Han Sungsoo turned and left.

Gyuhan stepped forward.

Soonyoung heard nothing. Felt nothing. The world shrank until there was only Gyuhan. His vision blurred at the edges, but he couldn’t blink, couldn’t breathe.

Beside him, Jihoon trembled, barely perceptible—but Soonyoung couldn’t tear his eyes away.

He was here. He was alive.

Gyuhan was standing right in front of them.

Soonyoung’s mind raced. There were a thousand things he wanted to say, a thousand things he wanted to do.

But not now. Not yet.

Seungcheol stood up, slow and deliberate. His fingers trembled at his sides as he took a step forward.

Soonyoung secretly cheered him on, muttering silent prayers under his breath.

“My name is Choi Seungcheol,” Seungcheol said, his voice steadier than his hands. “Leader of the hip-hop unit.”

Gyuhan’s eyes widened in recognition, and he bowed immediately. “I’m Im Gyuhan! Nice to meet you!”

Soonyoung saw Jeonghan rise next, his usual ease betrayed by the slight shake in his voice. “Hey, newbie.” He tilted his head, studying Gyuhan carefully. “What’s your name?”

A small, uncertain smile flickered across Jeonghan’s lips.

Gyuhan looked overwhelmed, eyes darting between them. He placed his hands together politely in front of his stomach and bowed again.

“Hello! My name is Im Gyuhan. I’m born in May 1996. Nice to meet you!”

A faint blush crept onto his cheeks, his nervousness evident. 

Soonyoung stood up.

Before he could second-guess himself, he crossed the room and pulled Gyuhan into a hug.

Gyuhan stiffened in his hold, body frozen with surprise—but Soonyoung didn’t care.

He was warm. Alive. Not the pale, lifeless figure laid in a cold, wooden coffin.

Soonyoung shut his eyes, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Sorry, he gets a little too excited when he meets new people.”

Jeonghan’s voice was light, but Soonyoung felt the reassuring weight of his hand on his shoulder. A silent reminder to pull himself together.

Reluctantly, Soonyoung stepped back, forcing a grin. “Yeah, sorry about that.” He cleared his throat, hoping his voice wouldn’t shake. “I’m Kwon Soonyoung, the leader of the performance team!”

He grabbed Gyuhan’s hand and shook it enthusiastically, forcing himself to keep his tone bright. “I was born in June 1996! Let’s work hard together, okay?”

I won’t let the past repeat itself. This time, I’ll protect you. I’ll guide you with everything I have. Because you’re family—the family I failed to protect.

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[yiichan]

GIFs to protect your ears!

ALSO MY COUSIN GOT TO TOUCH KWANS HAND AHHHHHHH!!!

Kwan sang dandelion for Bin.... We were all screaming his name because we knew what was coming when the camera showed his face.

God my toes are bruised ngl.

And WE GOT AJU NICE ENCORE!! DAY 1 carats didn't get them unfortunately.

Singapore's Land Transport Authority (LTA), which is in charge of public transport and roadmap development, literally made a tiktok welcoming SEVENTEEN by dancing to their song AND had an usher + emcee at the nearest Mass Rapid Transport (MRT, similar to a metro or subway) station, and they encouraged us to sing while we enter the station. I was part of the second crowd, but we got to sing Super and Aju Nice HAHA, literally they were blasting songs from the speaker and encouraging us to be patient and just sing.

My throat is done.

courtesy of my cousin!! AHH BOO IM SO JEALOUS AHHH

[yiichan]

AT THE VENUE!!!! GOT SOME FREEBIES HEH

[yiichan]

Still alive? 😔😔💔💔💔

YES IM SORRY

in two days time I'm going to svt concert and I'll be back writing in three weeks time pls wait

[yiichan]

hiii i just wanna say i love your works, you’re a really good writer!! i was just wondering if you’re going to update the lost fourteen series anytime soon? it’s so good i read all of the chapters that you’ve written in one sitting!!

oh my thank you so much for enjoying them!!

ahhhh I'll be back in three weeks PLEASE YOU NEED TO WAIT (Dino ver.)

[yiichan]

Girl u still here?

YES YES PLEASE IM SORRY

[yiichan]

Your tags just made my day 😭

confession ; jeon wonwoo

PAIRINGS — yandere!childhoodbestfriend!wonwoo x male!reader WORD COUNT — 1k words. GENRE — yandere, nonidol au.

WARNINGS — yandere/obsessive elements.

REQUEST — Can I request like a yandere wonwoo x male reader who has been best friends since childhood, then wonwoo confesses but gets rejected?

Up to you, author, on what elements of yours will you add!

WRITER'S NOTES — I'm back~ AND I'M GOING BACK TO WORK TMR I DUN WANNA UGHHHHH...

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He’s going to go crazy.

Wonwoo drummed his fingers on his lap, the rhythm uneven as his gaze flickered to you. The two of you had been inseparable since childhood, sharing countless nights talking about dreams, fears, and everything in between. And yet, here he was—tongue-tied, his chest tight, wondering how to tell you the one thing he’d never dared to say.

You stood by the eomuk stall, chatting animatedly with the ajumma as if you didn't have a care in the world. Your smile was as radiant as ever, the one he knew by heart but never tired of seeing. The orange glow of the market lights reflected in your eyes, making them sparkle.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. You had always been like this—so effortlessly charming, so kind to everyone you met. It was one of the reasons he’d fallen for you, though he was beginning to think he’d loved you long before he even knew what love meant.

But he wasn’t the same Wonwoo you grew up with. Somewhere along the way, his feelings had shifted, deepened into something that made his chest ache every time you were near.

You turned back to him, a skewer of steaming eomuk in hand, your expression as bright as the first day he met you.

“Wonwoo hyung, you’ve got to try this!” you said, holding it out to him.

He hesitated for a split second before taking it, his fingers brushing against yours. The contact sent a jolt up his arm, and he clenched his jaw to steady himself.

“Thanks,” he muttered, his voice lower than he intended. He bit into the eomuk, chewing slowly, though his focus was entirely on you.

“Good, right?” you asked, your eyes crinkling at the corners.

He nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah, it’s good.” But the words felt hollow compared to the weight of everything else he wanted to say.

“Wonwoo?”

“Hm?”

You tilted your head, a playful grin tugging at your lips. “You’ve been weirdly quiet all night. Are you okay?”

This was his chance.

The words were right there, lodged in his throat. He could tell you everything—that he loved you, that he had loved you for years, that he wanted to be more than just your best friend. But as he looked at you, so trusting, so carefree, fear tightened its grip around his heart.

“Yeah,” he said finally, forcing a smile. “I’m fine. Just tired, I guess.”

You frowned but didn’t push. Instead, you took a bite of your own skewer, the moment slipping away like water through his fingers.

Wonwoo swallowed the lump in his throat, his fists clenching at his sides.

Coward.

He’d waited years for the right moment, and it always seemed just out of reach. But as he watched you laugh at something the stall owner said, a quiet resolve settled over him.

If he didn’t tell you soon, someone else might.

And the thought of losing you—to anyone—was something he couldn’t bear.

Finally, Wonwoo gathered all his courage. “Hey, um. I like you.”

You froze mid-bite, the skewer hovering inches from your lips. Slowly, you lowered it, blinking at him as though you hadn’t quite processed his words. “What did you just say?”

The question made his chest tighten, but he forced himself to hold your gaze. “I said I like you. More than a friend. I’ve liked you for a long time.”

For a moment, you simply stared at him, your expression unreadable. The din of the bustling night market seemed to fade, replaced by the sound of Wonwoo’s own pulse pounding in his ears.

“Hyung,” you began, your voice hesitant, careful. “I… I don’t think I can feel the same way.”

The words hit him like a physical blow, but he didn’t flinch. Instead, he managed a soft, understanding smile. “Oh. I see.”

“I’m sorry,” you added quickly, your voice earnest. “I just don’t want to ruin what we have, you know? You’re my best buddy that grew up together with me, and I don’t want to lose that.”

“Of course,” Wonwoo said smoothly, his tone light, reassuring. “I get it. Don’t worry about it.”

But as you looked at him with those apologetic eyes, as if you were sparing him, his mind began to twist.

You don’t get it, do you? How much I’ve done for you, how much I’ve sacrificed just to stay by your side. How could you not see it? How could you be so blind?

“I hope this doesn’t make things weird between us,” you said, offering a nervous smile.

He shook his head, the perfect image of composure. “It won’t. I promise.”

But in his mind, his thoughts were anything but composed.

It’s fine. You’ll come around. You just don’t realize how much you need me yet. I’ve been there for you your entire life—no one knows you like I do. No one loves you like I do.

You returned to your skewer, the moment seemingly passing as you chatted about something else, trying to fill the awkward silence. Wonwoo played along, laughing at your jokes, asking you questions, pretending as if nothing had changed.

But everything had changed.

His eyes lingered on you, tracing every detail of your face, every movement you made. You were too precious, too perfect to belong to anyone else. If you couldn’t see that now, he would make sure you did.

I’ll wait. I’ll be patient. But if anyone tries to take you away from me… His fingers clenched into a fist beneath the table, nails digging into his palm. I won’t let them.

“Wonwoo hyung, are you okay?” you asked, noticing the faraway look in his eyes.

He blinked, his soft smile returning in an instant. “Yeah. Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you as a friend.”

Your smile widened, oblivious to the storm brewing behind his calm facade.

Friend? That’s fine for now. But one day, you’ll realize you were always meant to be mine.

As the two of you left the night market, Wonwoo walked beside you, his posture relaxed, his expression serene. But inside, his heart burned with a dark, possessive fire.

You could reject him all you wanted. In the end, you belonged to him—and he would make sure of it.

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[yiichan]

oh my gosh, pookie. Where have you been?! I miss you! 😖😖

Christmas and new years… I’ve been busy darling 😭

[yiichan]

I LOVEEEE YOUR STORIESS, the way you write just scratches an itch in my brain somehow lol. anyways, are you gonna continue the hanahaki fic with 95line?? LOVE YA SM

No (: The cult series maybe, but not the hanahaki. I mean it’s a good theme right? But tbh… nahhh I’d rather see someone write it. unless I had another emo 3am… recently I’m thinking about a genshin emo series but nvm hehe

[yiichan]

I have read Lost Fourteenth, i cried man, pay for my therapy i like angst i don't even know why, like i am torturing myself HAHAHAHA

So excited for the hoshi 🥹🥹

No I’m not paying I’m so broke I can’t even buy bread… okay not to that extend, I can’t buy kfc.

[yiichan]

confession ; jeon wonwoo

PAIRINGS — yandere!childhoodbestfriend!wonwoo x male!reader WORD COUNT — 1k words. GENRE — yandere, nonidol au.

WARNINGS — yandere/obsessive elements.

REQUEST — Can I request like a yandere wonwoo x male reader who has been best friends since childhood, then wonwoo confesses but gets rejected?

Up to you, author, on what elements of yours will you add!

WRITER'S NOTES — I'm back~ AND I'M GOING BACK TO WORK TMR I DUN WANNA UGHHHHH...

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He’s going to go crazy.

Wonwoo drummed his fingers on his lap, the rhythm uneven as his gaze flickered to you. The two of you had been inseparable since childhood, sharing countless nights talking about dreams, fears, and everything in between. And yet, here he was—tongue-tied, his chest tight, wondering how to tell you the one thing he’d never dared to say.

You stood by the eomuk stall, chatting animatedly with the ajumma as if you didn't have a care in the world. Your smile was as radiant as ever, the one he knew by heart but never tired of seeing. The orange glow of the market lights reflected in your eyes, making them sparkle.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. You had always been like this—so effortlessly charming, so kind to everyone you met. It was one of the reasons he’d fallen for you, though he was beginning to think he’d loved you long before he even knew what love meant.

But he wasn’t the same Wonwoo you grew up with. Somewhere along the way, his feelings had shifted, deepened into something that made his chest ache every time you were near.

You turned back to him, a skewer of steaming eomuk in hand, your expression as bright as the first day he met you.

“Wonwoo hyung, you’ve got to try this!” you said, holding it out to him.

He hesitated for a split second before taking it, his fingers brushing against yours. The contact sent a jolt up his arm, and he clenched his jaw to steady himself.

“Thanks,” he muttered, his voice lower than he intended. He bit into the eomuk, chewing slowly, though his focus was entirely on you.

“Good, right?” you asked, your eyes crinkling at the corners.

He nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah, it’s good.” But the words felt hollow compared to the weight of everything else he wanted to say.

“Wonwoo?”

“Hm?”

You tilted your head, a playful grin tugging at your lips. “You’ve been weirdly quiet all night. Are you okay?”

This was his chance.

The words were right there, lodged in his throat. He could tell you everything—that he loved you, that he had loved you for years, that he wanted to be more than just your best friend. But as he looked at you, so trusting, so carefree, fear tightened its grip around his heart.

“Yeah,” he said finally, forcing a smile. “I’m fine. Just tired, I guess.”

You frowned but didn’t push. Instead, you took a bite of your own skewer, the moment slipping away like water through his fingers.

Wonwoo swallowed the lump in his throat, his fists clenching at his sides.

Coward.

He’d waited years for the right moment, and it always seemed just out of reach. But as he watched you laugh at something the stall owner said, a quiet resolve settled over him.

If he didn’t tell you soon, someone else might.

And the thought of losing you—to anyone—was something he couldn’t bear.

Finally, Wonwoo gathered all his courage. “Hey, um. I like you.”

You froze mid-bite, the skewer hovering inches from your lips. Slowly, you lowered it, blinking at him as though you hadn’t quite processed his words. “What did you just say?”

The question made his chest tighten, but he forced himself to hold your gaze. “I said I like you. More than a friend. I’ve liked you for a long time.”

For a moment, you simply stared at him, your expression unreadable. The din of the bustling night market seemed to fade, replaced by the sound of Wonwoo’s own pulse pounding in his ears.

“Hyung,” you began, your voice hesitant, careful. “I… I don’t think I can feel the same way.”

The words hit him like a physical blow, but he didn’t flinch. Instead, he managed a soft, understanding smile. “Oh. I see.”

“I’m sorry,” you added quickly, your voice earnest. “I just don’t want to ruin what we have, you know? You’re my best buddy that grew up together with me, and I don’t want to lose that.”

“Of course,” Wonwoo said smoothly, his tone light, reassuring. “I get it. Don’t worry about it.”

But as you looked at him with those apologetic eyes, as if you were sparing him, his mind began to twist.

You don’t get it, do you? How much I’ve done for you, how much I’ve sacrificed just to stay by your side. How could you not see it? How could you be so blind?

“I hope this doesn’t make things weird between us,” you said, offering a nervous smile.

He shook his head, the perfect image of composure. “It won’t. I promise.”

But in his mind, his thoughts were anything but composed.

It’s fine. You’ll come around. You just don’t realize how much you need me yet. I’ve been there for you your entire life—no one knows you like I do. No one loves you like I do.

You returned to your skewer, the moment seemingly passing as you chatted about something else, trying to fill the awkward silence. Wonwoo played along, laughing at your jokes, asking you questions, pretending as if nothing had changed.

But everything had changed.

His eyes lingered on you, tracing every detail of your face, every movement you made. You were too precious, too perfect to belong to anyone else. If you couldn’t see that now, he would make sure you did.

I’ll wait. I’ll be patient. But if anyone tries to take you away from me… His fingers clenched into a fist beneath the table, nails digging into his palm. I won’t let them.

“Wonwoo hyung, are you okay?” you asked, noticing the faraway look in his eyes.

He blinked, his soft smile returning in an instant. “Yeah. Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you as a friend.”

Your smile widened, oblivious to the storm brewing behind his calm facade.

Friend? That’s fine for now. But one day, you’ll realize you were always meant to be mine.

As the two of you left the night market, Wonwoo walked beside you, his posture relaxed, his expression serene. But inside, his heart burned with a dark, possessive fire.

You could reject him all you wanted. In the end, you belonged to him—and he would make sure of it.

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[yiichan]

don’t bring geto into this i cannot handle another heartbreak 😭 should have known you are a jjk fan 🙄🙄🙄

😩stop rolling your eyes at me i live for geto i simp for that man… but i meant high school version,, not cult leader geto heh, at least jeonghan doesn’t monkey people

[yiichan]

i just wanted to say that, as a male reader, i really appreciate you and your stories !! keep up the great work <3

awwww thank you i love x male reader stories too!!!!!!!!!!!!! although im a female but still...

[yiichan]

KYII'ᔕ TᕼOᑌGᕼTᔕ Oᖴ TᕼE ᗪᗩY 🌷💌 — CULT

IMAGINE — yandere!cultleader!jeonghan x gn!you

WARNINGS — yandere elements, dead dove: do not eat, cultish elements, religious.

WRITER'S NOTES — just twelve days ago i'm still a blog with almost 0 interactions and less than 100 followers, and now it's going to reach 200 and people are interacting with me? please you guys are making me cry- so here is my present for you. just a drabble on how i think geto- i mean, jeonghan's thoughts on 'you', as a cult leader.

speical mention — @sousydive

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It fascinated Jeonghan how influential you were among his followers, how easily you captivated them without even trying. He had spent years building this web of loyalty and trust, spinning every word, every glance with precision. Yet you walked into his carefully constructed world and, without effort, turned it on its head.

It began with Wonwoo, the toughest nut to crack. Jeonghan had worked tirelessly to earn his trust, planting seeds of doubt and faith where needed, coaxing the stoic man into his fold. But then you arrived—childhood friends, you called yourselves—and everything shifted. Wonwoo softened in your presence, smiled more, and for the first time, seemed to prioritize someone other than Seungcheol.

Then there was Jihoon. Jeonghan had spent endless hours breaking down his defenses, dismantling the rigid beliefs that had shielded him. Jihoon was sweet but unyielding, a fortress Jeonghan had painstakingly breached. And yet, with you, it had taken mere moments. A conversation, a laugh, and Jihoon was yours.

Minghao was no different. Jeonghan had thought the perceptive man would see through you, would remain immune. But even Minghao wasn’t spared. Jeonghan saw the way Minghao’s sharp eyes softened when they landed on you, the way his body leaned ever so slightly in your direction whenever you spoke.

It infuriated Jeonghan.

And yet, it enthralled him.

What was your secret? How did you manage to do what had taken him years? You weren’t calculating, weren’t manipulative. You didn’t need to be. Your charm was effortless, natural. It made Jeonghan question himself, his methods, everything he had built.

It made him envy you.

But more than envy, Jeonghan found himself drawn to you. He told himself it was curiosity, a desire to uncover your secrets and make you his. But it was more than that. He wanted to understand you, to unravel you, to possess you.

You were dangerous, and that thrilled him.

For the first time, Jeonghan felt outsmarted, outshined. It sent a cold rush of fear through him, but alongside it, a darker thrill. He wondered—how would it feel to have you under his control? To see those captivating eyes look at him with reverence? To have you hang on his every word, obey his every command?

The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a strange mix of dread and desire.

What would it take, he wondered, to make you worship him? To see you kneel before him, not out of love but devotion, the way his followers did?

The idea sent goosebumps rippling across his skin.

Jeonghan smiled to himself, a slow, serpentine grin.

Perhaps you were a challenge. But every challenge could be overcome. And when he did, oh, how sweet it would be.

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[yiichan]

i looooooove your lost fourteen series!! keep it up please !

Yes my dear anon! I’ll try to update hoshi and wonus chapter after the current requests are published!