HoshiWaves

hey guys, minwon ff idea 
          	
          	Title: Chosen Once, Forgotten Twice
          	
          	What’s the one thing that tells people what’s real and what isn’t?
          	
          	I remember my name.
          	My parents.
          	My siblings.
          	Even the dog my mother swore she hated but fed anyway.
          	
          	I remember everything—
          	except him.
          	
          	The man standing in front of me, calling himself my husband.
          	My parents’ son-in-law.
          	
          	I’ve never been against same-sex marriage. I’ve never cared who people love or marry. Other people’s lives were never my concern.
          	
          	But this—
          	this is my life.
          	And I’m married to a man I don’t remember ever knowing.
          	
          	The doctors call it amnesia.
          	They say it like it explains everything, like I’m just a character in some cliché drama that lost a few episodes.
          	
          	But does memory loss really work like this?
          	Or am I imagining things—convincing myself that the man in front of me is someone he’s not?
          	
          	He has dark eyes, too deep to read.
          	Large hands, veins visible when he moves. A body that looks lived-in, disciplined—familiar in a way my mind refuses to place.
          	
          	This is my husband.
          	
          	He didn’t say much when I woke up.
          	Just one thing.
          	
          	“Don’t you remember me?”
          	
          	He asked it like I owed him an answer I didn’t have. Like he’d already been waiting for months and I was late to my own life.
          	
          	He stays near the corners of rooms now. Watching. Silent.
          	Those same eyes never leaving me.
          	
          	Three months have passed.
          	I still don’t remember him.
          	
          	But I know he is my husband.
          	
          	The wedding photos line the walls.
          	The bedroom is filled with proof—shared spaces, shared things, a closeness I don’t remember choosing.
          	
          	My parents visit often.
          	And every time, they look at him first.
          	Like he’s the one they’re worried about.
          	
          	What unsettles me most is how he takes care of me.
          	He helps without being asked.
          	Cooks food I haven’t told him I like.
          	
          	Maybe he remembers.
          	
          	But in three months—
          	he hasn’t smiled at me.
          	Not once.
          	
          	So I wonder—
          	
          	Did something happen between us?
          	Does he hate this marriage?
          	
          	Or am I the problem—
          	because I’m no longer the person he married?

HoshiWaves

hey guys, minwon ff idea 
          
          Title: Chosen Once, Forgotten Twice
          
          What’s the one thing that tells people what’s real and what isn’t?
          
          I remember my name.
          My parents.
          My siblings.
          Even the dog my mother swore she hated but fed anyway.
          
          I remember everything—
          except him.
          
          The man standing in front of me, calling himself my husband.
          My parents’ son-in-law.
          
          I’ve never been against same-sex marriage. I’ve never cared who people love or marry. Other people’s lives were never my concern.
          
          But this—
          this is my life.
          And I’m married to a man I don’t remember ever knowing.
          
          The doctors call it amnesia.
          They say it like it explains everything, like I’m just a character in some cliché drama that lost a few episodes.
          
          But does memory loss really work like this?
          Or am I imagining things—convincing myself that the man in front of me is someone he’s not?
          
          He has dark eyes, too deep to read.
          Large hands, veins visible when he moves. A body that looks lived-in, disciplined—familiar in a way my mind refuses to place.
          
          This is my husband.
          
          He didn’t say much when I woke up.
          Just one thing.
          
          “Don’t you remember me?”
          
          He asked it like I owed him an answer I didn’t have. Like he’d already been waiting for months and I was late to my own life.
          
          He stays near the corners of rooms now. Watching. Silent.
          Those same eyes never leaving me.
          
          Three months have passed.
          I still don’t remember him.
          
          But I know he is my husband.
          
          The wedding photos line the walls.
          The bedroom is filled with proof—shared spaces, shared things, a closeness I don’t remember choosing.
          
          My parents visit often.
          And every time, they look at him first.
          Like he’s the one they’re worried about.
          
          What unsettles me most is how he takes care of me.
          He helps without being asked.
          Cooks food I haven’t told him I like.
          
          Maybe he remembers.
          
          But in three months—
          he hasn’t smiled at me.
          Not once.
          
          So I wonder—
          
          Did something happen between us?
          Does he hate this marriage?
          
          Or am I the problem—
          because I’m no longer the person he married?

pal_ami613

Heyo! So I just stumbled upon your story (the solider one) while hoping around on the app, and DÀMN! I gotta tell you, THIS REALLY IS SO INTRIGUING!!! Like, this is new and very different. I really like it!! ✨✨✨

pal_ami613

@HoshiWaves Every booktokers canon event✨
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HoshiWaves

@pal_ami613 ofc I’ll notify u ,  but girl if my parents are beside me they’ll assume I have a whole secret bf
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pal_ami613

@HoshiWaves I'm just as happy to put that smile on your face!! I'm looking forward to the story, don't forget to give me a notif when you do so✨✨
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HoshiWaves

hey guys, i was supposed to study but my brain’s stuck thinking about tomorrow’s results. and i just realized something — no one really tells us it’s okay to fail. it’s always “you should succeed while you’re young.”
          but that pressure… it eats away at peace. and i don’t want that for any of you.
          
          so listen, it’s okay if you go slow, it’s okay if you don’t get it right the first time, it’s okay to fall and try again. you tried. that’s what matters.
          even a 40 or 46 means effort, means you’re learning.
          
          so be kind to yourself. we’ve got time — not endless, but enough to live and love a little more.
          take care, and all the best for whatever you’re working toward

HoshiWaves

hey loves,
          
          so… i really, really wanna update Sunlight in His Shadow, but i’m kinda stuck  i promise i’ll try to update as soon as an idea hits, because i just want the story to be exciting and interesting for y’all ✨
          
          also… since i was bored as heck, i went ahead and wrote the description for Theo’s story  and omg, it’s going to be a wild journey, i’m honestly so excited!! 
          
          so… here’s the description, hope you enjoy it  
          
          Theo Yamada has spent his life learning how to disappear. Orphaned young, he knows the weight of silence, the sting of watching the world move on while he’s left behind. University is supposed to be different — a place to start over, to exist without shadows — but even here, Theo feels the persistent ache of solitude.
          
          Then comes Professor Lucien Vale. Calm, composed, unnervingly perceptive, and carrying an aura that makes the air around him feel heavier. No one knows the truth: beneath the guise of the mild-mannered architecture professor lies Luca Moretti, the feared mafia CEO who vanished from the criminal world after a betrayal that left his empire fractured.
          
          For Luca, the university is meant to be a refuge, a temporary disappearance into a life of anonymity. But the moment he notices Theo, something shifts. The quiet student with ink-stained fingers and a fragile yet unyielding spirit awakens something in him that no power, no fortune, no control could ever demand.
          
          As they navigate stolen glances, fragile trust, and the dangerous tension between hidden worlds, Theo and Luca must learn to balance vulnerability with secrets, and desire with survival. One misplaced word, one wrong step, and everything — life, freedom, hearts — could shatter.
          
          
          Shadows between us, is a slow-burn story of forbidden connection, unspoken longing, and the delicate strength of a boy who never asked to be seen… and a man who can’t afford to be caught.
          
          so… what do you guys think? did it hit the vibe? 
          see you in the next update, loves!

HoshiWaves

@ManviRana123 Hey, thanks for checking out my messages even though I text out of nowhere. Ahh, and thank you for the love on the plot!  I’m really glad it feels different — I’ll definitely give this story the chance it deserves.
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HoshiWaves

@ManviRana123  So the two of them, in the present, are slowly uncovering this old story of love that never fully existed. And as they do… they start noticing things about each other, little moments, quiet smiles, and maybe feelings that neither of them had expected. It’s like they’re searching for the past, but somehow finding something about themselves in the process. And it makes you wonder… will their story end like their ancestors’? Or will they finally get the love that was denied to them before?”
            
            So… what do you think? Did you like the idea?”
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HoshiWaves

@ManviRana123 
            “Hey… so I’ve been thinking about this new story idea, and I really like how it’s shaping up. It’s set in the 21st century, and the main character—the bottom—stumbles upon this old box in an attic. You know, one of those boxes that’s been tucked away for years, maybe even generations. Inside, there are letters, but not the normal kind—these are written on this cloth-like paper, like people used to do long ago. The writing is old-fashioned, almost like a code, but since he’s a literature student, he’s able to figure it out.
            
            And when he does… it turns out the letters tell a love story that never actually happened. His ancestor was a soldier, and the person he loved… their feelings were never fully expressed. The story just… stopped before it could really begin. So the bottom becomes really curious. He starts trying to find out who that person was, hoping maybe there’s a descendant he can meet, some way to uncover what really happened. At first, it’s really hard. Every lead seems to go nowhere, and it feels like the story will remain a mystery forever.
            
            Then, one day, he finally gets a clue. It leads him to someone—the top. And at first, the top is grumpy, a little cold, kind of annoyed by the bottom’s enthusiasm. But slowly… because the bottom is so persistent and genuinely invested, the top starts helping him. Together, they go on this quiet little adventure, trying to find more letters, more pieces of their ancestors’ story. The top’s ancestor, it turns out, was a royal advisor, and their love also never got told—life just got in the way, and both of them died without confessing.
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kookietata07

When you will update letter in locker

HoshiWaves

@kookietata07 (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠) I will try to update tomorrow
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kookietata07

@copywriter_26 :))
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HoshiWaves

@kookietata07 soon babygirl  (  )
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