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Love has always been quiet. Jisoo’s, at least.
He loves quietly, from a distance. His gaze is always drawn elsewhere. It falls upon someone more amazing, the object of his admiration, a man whose sheer presence could tempt to guide Jisoo out of the crowd like an extended hand. The man, Lee Seokmin, always felt unattainable to someone like Jisoo.
But Jisoo, too engrossed in his own self-deprecating thoughts doesn’t see how others see him.
So, despite this quiet, why is everything suddenly so loud?!
Why on earth can he hear voices from his coworkers when they were clearly not speaking??
More importantly - why was someone yelling a heartfelt confession to him at 8 in the morning??- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
essentially heavily inspired by cherry magic - a super sappy seoksoo fic born out of my sweet tooth for fluff
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Sober Jihoon knew this was a stupid feat. Joshua was an Alpha, for fuck's sake: no way is it ever going to end the way that Jihoon wants and sober Jihoon knew this, goddammit. But sober Jihoon was packing his bags because tipsy Jihoon just called drunk Jihoon to the party by letting Jihoon drinking his Whiskey Sour in three gulps. He caught Joshua looking at him with eyes a little blown, and Jeonghan started chortling, curling into Seungcheol who covered his mouth with his hand. Junhui was the only one who cheered, and that’s because he was probably equally as drunk.
“Alright then,” Jeonghan said. “I guess it's that kind of night, huh?”
“Do you want to dance?” Drunk Jihoon didn’t give a fuck if this was a stupid feat. Joshua was the worst Alpha Jihoon had ever seen and Jihoon wanted to fuck him.
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16 Jun 2026
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“Josh—”
Joshua turns immediately at the calling of his name. Their eyes meet, and Seokmin feels himself grounded. The spiraling in his head he had moments before abruptly leaves, almost indefinitely.
It’s terrifying how easily Joshua anchors him. Because despite all the stage lights glaring overhead, the roar of the fans singing along with them, the moisture of his hands clinging to his microphone; Joshua is standing a few feet away, eyes fixed on him with immediate attention, like nothing else could possibly matter more than the fact that Seokmin called his name.
And Joshua smiles.
And Seokmin breaks instantly beneath it.
OR: Lee Seokmin grows up learning love in all its forms—family, friendship, self-worth—but nothing prepares him for the slow, terrifying realization that what he feels for Joshua Hong has long surpassed admiration. Told across seven years of practices, fan signs, behind the scenes, and stages, Seokmin slowly learns that love was never the thing ruining him. Running from it was.
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“Jeonghan, my love, are you quite alright?” Joshua’s voice was soft, laced with his characteristic concern. His vanilla scent, subtle and warm, permeated the breakfast nook. “You seem… particularly focused on my accessories this morning.”
Jeonghan chuckled, a warm sound that made Joshua’s heart flutter. “Just admiring the fine craftsmanship, my dear. And perhaps wishing I could carry a piece of your elegance with me into the dreary halls of Parliament.” He offered Joshua a charming, slightly mischievous smile, omitting the true, deeper reason. He wasn’t ashamed, not really, but it felt intensely personal, a secret weapon only he knew about.
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21 May 2026
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Hansol swore he’d never be like his father. Twenty-two sober years later, he breaks that promise. Now, at twenty-seven, he sits at AA meetings under flickering lights in a school gym, coffee tasting like guilt, silence hanging like a sentence. Then Chan appears, steady, kind, infuriatingly patient.
A story of falling apart quietly, and maybe, slowly, being forgiven for it.
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16 Apr 2026
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The Altar's Runaway
He was promised to a god. He ran into a devil instead.
Hong Joshua was born to kneel—raised in the glittering chokehold of power, promised since childhood to Choi Seungcheol, heir to the empire that owns half the nation and all of its shadows.
Theirs was a union written in contracts and sealed in blood, a marriage meant to merge kingdoms and bury him alive in silk.But before the vows, Joshua runs.
Barefoot, breathless, a saint turned sinner beneath the moonlight. He trades his surname for a sin, his destiny for a dirt road, and crashes straight into the man who shouldn't exist—Lee Seokmin.A biker with a past that smells like gasoline and gunfire. A man who helps people disappear for a price and keeps his heart locked behind the roar of an engine.
Joshua offers him money. Seokmin offers him a way out.
But somewhere between forged passports and stolen motel rooms, the lines blur—between safety and obsession, between hunger and ruin.
Because Seokmin doesn't want to save him.
He wants to keep him.And maybe Joshua doesn't want to be saved at all.