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Ghost (KNK Seungjun x Reader)
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Complete, First published Nov 02, 2017
{COMPLETED} You own coffee shop by yourself, so you have to do everything by yourself. It's always been hard for you, so sometimes, your best friend helps you out. Then one day, before the shop is even open, you see someone sitting inside the shop. Who is this person? How did they get into your shop? What will happen if you end up falling in love, but with the wrong person?


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The Weight of Silence

7 parts Ongoing Mature

I never planned to stay in Seoul longer than a few months. It was supposed to be temporary-just enough time to figure myself out, to escape the weight of everything I had left behind. The city felt too fast, too crowded, too alive for someone like me. Yet, in the middle of all the noise, I found a place that felt oddly quiet-a small coffee shop tucked away on a side street where the world seemed to slow down. That's where I saw him for the first time. Not on a stage, not on a screen, but sitting alone by the window, a notebook open in front of him, his pen moving like he was trying to outrun something only he could see. I didn't know his name then. I didn't know who he was. But that moment-simple, ordinary-was the beginning of a story I never saw coming.