Soonhoon
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yellow • soonhoon au by ChooChooLover
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"I love the yellow color, it is the color of happiness and it symbolizes the brighter side." "But what if there's no brighter side nor happiness? There's no yellow and the only color you see is black, would you stay?" Date started: Date ended: Languange: Filipino and English
rule #5 • soonhoon au by ChooChooLover
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In which Hoshi joined an organization under the management of his ultimate crush, Lee Jihoon. Date Started: January 17, 2017 Date Ended: October 18, 2017 Languange: Filipino and English
room for rent revised version • soonhoon au by ChooChooLover
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- wherein, jihoon rented soonyoung's room. revision started- 03.24.24 revision ended- language used- fil-eng lowercase intended.
Arrange Veneration | SH by hoshivelous
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BOOK #4 He didn't walk into my life - he bled into it. Like smoke curling under locked doors, like rot blooming behind a smile. They say the Devil knocks. But Soonyoung never needed to. He found the cracks in me, the ones I sealed with silence and stitched with obedience, and whispered through them like a hymn - dark, low, addictive. He calls me little heart, like I'm something fragile he plans to keep broken. And I keep coming back, not because I'm brave - but because I've forgotten the taste of salvation. And damnation, when it wears his face, feels almost holy. ---- I never wanted heaven. Too clean. Too quiet. Give me the boy who flinches at kindness and claws at cruelty like it's the only language he knows. Give me Jihoon. My little heart with iron in his spine and rot tucked behind his ribs. He thinks he can outrun the dark - sweet thing hasn't realized I am the dark. And I've already wrapped my hands around his throat, not to hurt him - but to make sure he never leaves. He prays. I answer. Every time, in blood, in fire, in a love so sharp it cuts both ways.