In which, two ex-lovers are sent back to the past and do everything to change their fate, only to realize that destiny might have other plans. In the end, trying not to fall in love again may be the hardest task of all. started: 20.08.25 finished: ---

To see without sight is to hold the world's cruelest blessing, and to wear it like armour is to understand that every vow of vengeance is a prayer whispered to love in disguise. Perhaps this is what it means to be bound by invisible threads woven from the perfect symmetry of harm given and harm returned. After all, revenge is patient, especially if it has to pretend to be blind. Or, a Moon Baek x OC in which the sun had fallen for the moon she had vowed one day to take revenge on.

ACT TWO IN PROGRESS ! "i feel it." you slowly lift your head at sae-byeok's soft mumble, the weight those three words seem to carry. her throat bobs with the effort it takes to swallow, her lips trembling ever so slightly, "i feel it." she repeats, firmer this time, quieter, like she's almost afraid to admit it out loud, to speak it into existence. different lives, different stories, and different endings, but the same souls driven by the same love.

𝗖𝗥𝗨𝗘𝗟 𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛 ❛❛he lulls me to sleep and kisses my eyes but don't tell nobody that the big bad wolf is a puppy in disguise.❞ 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 no matter how far jeon saebin runs or how well she hides, geum seongje will flip the world upside down just to find her. 𝐎𝐑 at the edge of her soulstice, saebin understood that there was no turning back to who she once was. ❪ geum seongje 𝘹 fem! oc ❫ weak hero class 2 ╱ 2025 © irenicade 𓍯𓂃 ٠࣪ ⭑

there's a saying about love and hate. how there exists a line between the two emotions. one extreme to the other, complete opposites in every which way. and yet, it's possible that with just the slightest nudge in either direction, you find yourself unable to distinguish between one or the other. you used to think that saying was complete and utter bullshit. when you loathe someone so reverently, so passionately, how could it ever be mistaken for love? how can one feel every waking bone in their body recoil at the sight of their figure and consider it the same as melting beneath a gentle caress, leaning into their tender touch? how can imagining your hands around their neck, squeezing all the air from their lungs, compare to pressing one's lips against the other, greedily taking their breaths as your own? you suppose, begrudgingly so, that there are similarities. the way the person consumes your thoughts like a virus. how unknowingly, your words and actions revolve around their own routine. but to go so far as to say your hatred is the same as affection? that's a line you cannot cross. so then why? why does that barrier blur when an arrogant boy suddenly takes space in your life? why does the way his words sink beneath your skin, his actions igniting a raging fire in your chest, make you second guess the way you feel about him? you hate him. that much is for sure. there's no doubt about it. it's just the way the world is. a simple fact about the universe. but the more you try to convince yourself of such a matter, the more vague the truth becomes. because as much as you wish to punch the smug smile off of geum seung-je's face, you can't deny how the thought of kissing him would work just as well. and achingly so, your heart wants one more than the other.