Soonhoon
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Seventeen Family Soonhoon by Prince55F
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Hoshi and Woozi life with 3 kids. Hoshi part of the mafia Woozi Producer for Hybe 18+ Smut Rewritten
eclipse; snhn. by soundcherrie
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soonyoung is the sun, bright and untouchable. jihoon is the moon, soft and distant. they are always there, orbiting, existing just close enough to feel the other's presence. but even the sun and the moon meet sometimes, in fleeting moments, in golden edges of the night. started: 02.23.25. ended: 03.06.25.
My Rose // Soonhoon by Rosytae21
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Jihoon is a sunflower alone... He waits in a field of yellow until he sees his true thornless rose waiting in the field for him... (✔️ Completed) Warnings: //Slow updates// //Cute fluff or soft// //Many errors with spelling//
Beneath the Autumn Skies // SoonHoon by bianficxx
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When Kwon Soonyoung moves into the picturesque neighborhood of Autumnvale, everyone whispers about his wealthy background. But unlike the typical "rich boy" stereotype, Soonyoung is down-to-earth and hates people who act entitled or spoiled. That's why when he first encounters Lee Jihoon lounging under a big oak tree with a designer coat, polished shoes, and a novel in hand Soonyoung immediately decides he doesn't like him. Jihoon fits the exact image of someone spoiled, with his expensive clothes and his effortless charm. Even when Jihoon tries a few times to be friendly, Soonyoung dismisses him with curt replies, convinced he knows what kind of person Jihoon is. But Jihoon isn't just what he looks like. Though spoiled by his father with material things, he's far from useless. He can cook, clean, and fix things on his own. Soonyoung only realizes this truth one autumn afternoon: while jogging past Jihoon's house, he stops in his tracks when he sees Jihoon on the roof, hammer in hand, repairing broken shingles by himself. It's the first crack in Soonyoung's judgment and the beginning of him seeing Jihoon for who he really is.
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.