Just izna smut! Feel free to request!

A tender love quietly flourishing beneath the glittering turbulence of the showbiz world - where amidst all the noise, two hearts find solace only in each other.

This is a oneshot book for ships of IZNA. This is a memberxmember book I do not want anyone requesting for memberxreader cause I will not be doing it. Also some of these will be taken off of AO3! The author will be in the start of the oneshot! If there isn't a author that automatically means I made it 👍

juyoons, babygiantz, jeerangz, etc etc, whatever made this because of a request-

Jungeun was a grade below jiyoon, but yet from the first day of school, the first day they met. It changed, it changed something in her. Knowing she was devoted to jiyoon she'd wait 5 years if she had to, to be the owner of jiyoon's heart

This is an adoptation only Credits to the owner of the story, I really love this story since pandemic. My favorite Writer iamhoshi13

Every action leaves a mark. Every word, every silence, every choice, each one lingers, shaping the present and haunting the future. In a world where relationships are fragile and time moves relentlessly forward, the past never truly fades. It lingers in the spaces between people, in the regrets unspoken, in the memories that refuse to disappear. As bonds are tested and emotions unravel, the weight of past decisions begins to resonate through friendships, love, and loss. What happens when the past refuses to stay buried? When the echoes grow louder, drowning out the present? And when everything finally begins to fade, will the connections that once mattered still remain? A story of lingering memories, the fragile nature of human connection, and the way actions ripple through time, the echoes of the past is a poignant exploration of the ties that bind us, even as everything slowly fades away.

They say that this forest was born not from the earth, but from grief that no one dared to say out loud. The nights in the village of Dol were not just dark - they were quieter than death. When another girl disappeared in the third spring, no one said her name out loud. It was safer that way. That's what the old people taught. And Jungeun stood at her father's grave. Her hands were shaking, but not from the cold. He died without a word of farewell. Only one piece of paper remained with her - stained with ink and something that smelled of iron. On it was written: "If you hear a call - do not answer. He remembers you from the cradle." But that same night, when the mourning candle burned out - she heard a voice. It was like the rustle of grass, like the creaking of rafters, like the sigh of the earth. And the words were not human, but painfully clear.

It can be memberxmember Or it can be femxmem Or malexmember, you can request any ship