Violet

Dayum mommy drop ur insta again sryy 

Update: It wasn’t a full surgery. The doctors only took a sample and sent it to the other city for further testing since they couldn’t determine the exact issue yet. My father is still in pain nd very weak. He’s on bed rest and unable to walk or use his left leg because of the pain.
          My mother, brother, and I are occupied with everything right now. The doctor asked us to come back on 23rd February for the report, and we’ll hopefully understand the situation better then. Thank y for ur patience.

A brief update: my father is having surgery today. I’ve been occupied with family matters. Thank you for your quiet support and bearing with me. I hope, wish and believe my father's surgery goes well. 

Mommy help !!,
          
          I feel bad Jeongcheol shippers be adding the book thinking mine is Jeongcheol ship 

Urh, there's some medical problem going here, not me, I'm okay, just quite busy, I'm here just nof updating. Thank you and sorry. 

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          It's martin ^•^

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          This is where I write the stories that live rent-free in my head. Don't expect masterpieces—just heavily clichéd tropes, self-indulgent ships, and a whole lot of vibes. (Maybeeee... ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ )
          
          Currently obsessed with: possessive Alphas, fragile Omegas, and dramatic romances.  (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡
          
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Unnie Do U know the series "Me and thee"?

Hey everyone...  
          First off, I'm so sorry for keeping you'll waiting for me to update next. :⁠-⁠(
          
          I've been completely glued to Sweet Home these past few days—bingeing, crying, pausing to ugly-cry some more, then starting all over again. It took me a long time to crawl out of the pit that was Yuri's death scene, r eplaying Sang-wook's face when he lost her, that quiet devastation in his eyes, the way he was finally letting someone in... only for the world to rip her away again.  
          
          He was lonely for so long, carrying all that guilt and violence like armor, and then Yuri came. She saw him. And when she was gone... god, it felt like his only real hope just got snuffed out. Again.  
          
          I kept thinking: he deserved better. They both did.  
          After everything—the monsters, the loss, the blood—they deserved one soft, quiet moment where they could just breathe together. A hand in hand. A forehead touch without fear. A life where he doesn't have to be the untouchable gangster and she doesn't have to be the strict nurse holding everyone together. Just them. Safe. Loved.
          
          So yeah... I'm writing this fic only for me but also for anyone else who's still hurting from that ending. If you're sitting there with the same ache in your chest, whispering "they should've had more time," then come suffer (and heal) with me.   
          I promise I'm giving them the happy ending they were robbed of. Slow, tender, messy, real. Because they earned it. And honestly? So did we. (Especially ME!) 
           
          Tell me in the comments—I need to know I'm not alone in this emotional damage. 
          Love you all, and thank you for waiting (and with me while I recover). First I'll complete my other story and then think abt it, am just giving head ups. 
          
          — your fellow broken-hearted WookYuri stan 

Hi everyone — I’m really sorry for disappearing out of nowhere. I didn’t mean to ghost or leave my stories hanging. Life just got overwhelming, and I stepped back without warning.
          
          Thank you to everyone who stayed, waited, or even kept the stories in your library. I’m slowly coming back and easing into writing again. 
          
          I’m here again. Not promising perfection, but promising I’m trying.
          
          Thank you for your patience and love. 
          
          — VioIsLost