Isntshe10vely
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Renjun knows these things:
1. A book character is not supposed to appear in different novels that aren’t connected to each other.
2. A book character is not supposed to come to life and suddenly crash into Renjun’s world (it’s the real one).
3. A book character is not supposed to rely on Renjun for help just to get back to all the stories he’s supposed to be in.
4. A book character is not supposed to make Renjun fall in love.
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In which Jaemin is a book character that keeps coming to life and Renjun is the reader that has to deal with him every single time.- Language:
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05 Dec 2024
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Jeongin has always been able to see it — that so-called red string of fate.
It can stretch, retract, and tangle, but it can never break. Some people had it around their ring finger, others around their thumb or their index. Some don’t have any at all. He’s seen people whose string has looped around their hand and even their arms, but he’s never seen someone practically covered in it like Jisung.
Jisung’s string started from his left thumb. It looped around his palm then his arm, creating countless circles up to his shoulder before snaking across his chest and weaving around his torso once, twice, thrice, he couldn’t count how many times.
Just how deeply connected is he to his destined pair for his red string to be so intricately weaved like that?
Or: Minho and Jisung doing Soulmate Things™ in Jeongin's POV.
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05 Dec 2024
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See, all Ten wanted to was live a normal life, finish his degree, get a job and die alone eventually with two cats and a house to his name.
All of it goes downhill, as dreams frequent into world's beyond his own, a time far away, a history even more, of magic and love and heartbreak. Ten's on his last thread, ilnes of reality and dream blurring.
The common denominator in both? None other than the bane of his existence, lab partner Qian Kun.
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Bookmarked by Isntshe10vely
27 Mar 2023
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Out of character for me, but this fic!!! Took me a few days to complete, but it was so good. The premise, the story, KunTen ❣️
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So they kept talking. A lot. Pretty much every day. Eventually they crafted a set of rules for themselves, to preserve their own privacy and anonymity:
- No names;
- No faces;
- No personal details.
That was over a year ago.
_yamaguchi tadashi is a small bookstore owner.
tsukishima kei is the executive about to put him out of business.
unbeknownst to them both, they've been falling in love for over a year.
or: a tsukkiyama you've got mail au.
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Bookmarked by Isntshe10vely
07 Oct 2024
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Words cannot begin to describe how much I loved this fic (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)
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When Minho went to buy groceries, he saw Jisung’s face on the cover of a magazine at checkout. Hands shaking, he picked it up. It was their newest issue. Jisung’s face was smooth, flawless. He looked perfect. He looked like a stranger. Minho was filled with the sudden urge to cry. He didn’t.
If Minho had to describe Jisung in one page, nothing in the magazine would’ve made the cut. Jisung was a force of nature. He was the storm and the sun after rain. He was stubborn and wonderful and kind. Minho loved him still and knew at that moment that he always would — in silence, in loneliness, through phone and TV screens.
My superstar, he thought, and tried to smile even as it felt like his heart was breaking all over again. Mine, and everyone else’s.