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I swear my boyfriend woke up today with one mission: DESTROY MY SANITY.
          The way he talks, the way he looks at me, the way he knows exactly what button to press—
          I’m one breath away from combusting on sight.
          
          He touched my shoulder for two seconds and my soul straight-up LEFT MY BODY.
          He laughs and my brain just shuts down.
          He leans in and suddenly I’m ready to make the kind of bad decisions Wattpad would censor.
          
          I’m not even pretending anymore.
          I’m down bad.
          Down catastrophic.
          Down apocalyptic.
          
          If he keeps acting like this, I’m going to end up doing things that cannot legally be written in this announcement.
          
          Consider this your warning:
          If I vanish later, just know I’m… occupied.
          For boyfriend reasons. 

Hi. I really like you, and I am here to give you a bit of advice. Stop following @/Revenge_Tastes_Sweet. They are crossing a line (suicide baiting, stalking), and are jealous of Siya (u can find her on my bio, she is rlly nice)- its your decision, but please do not make the same mistake as me. Thank you. 
          
          <3 Chu

There was nothing tender about it. It wasn’t lust, not really—more like hunger dressed in reverence. The kind that makes you forget your own name. His eyes were wild, like he’d found something divine and wanted to destroy it just to prove he could. Every breath between us was a dare, every shiver a confession neither of us meant to make. It felt less like being wanted and more like being devoured—like I’d been dragged somewhere between worship and ruin, and he didn’t care which one came first. I think he liked watching me fall apart, the way people like watching fires—fascinated, horrified, unable to look away.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ FIREWORK ⋆｡˚ ✧
          ꒰  a space to connect, create & share ꒱
          
          Ever wanted a place where you can just be?
          Where chats flow like midnight tea, playlists are traded, and creativity sparks?
          That’s Firework.
          
          Here, every conversation matters.
          Every idea, every laugh, every “did you see that?” gets a space.
          It’s not about knowing anyone — it’s about belonging.
          
          ✿ Creative events, casual chats, playlists & more
          ✿ Cozy corners, open hearts, warm threads
          ✿ A spark for everyone — come light yours in Firework
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/399063397-%E1%96%B4i%E1%96%87e%E1%97%AFo%E1%96%87k-%E1%95%BCi%E1%96%87i%E1%91%8Eg-%E1%97%B7ook

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ my exams = CANCELLED ❌
          contract law can go cry in a corner bc i am officially FREE ️️️
          
          instead of suffering w/ textbooks… i’ve been uhhh… (¬‿¬) keeping myself very occupied 
          let’s just say: zero case briefs, maximum stamina, and me walking around like 
          ₍₍ ◝( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)◟ ⁾⁾ ✨
          
          life rn =
          ☕ no sleep, only chaos
           legs = weak
           smile = suspiciously wide
           conclusion: i’m in my ✨“no exams, yes adult stuff”✨ era (ﾉ≧ڡ≦)
          
          ty life, u really did something here ♡(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
          
          so yeah — currently thriving, slightly feral, and very, very well taken care of 

so i innocently sat down to watch  the shine bl… and then mile & apo appeared on screen together and suddenly i was  in 2022, knees weak, heart racing, reliving every second of kinnporsche 
          
          the way they look at each other?? the micro-expressions, the tension, the gravity between them — it’s not acting, it’s straight-up witchcraft . one smile from apo, one stare from mile, and i’m right back to crying, screaming, and throwing up over kinn & porsche’s disaster mafia love story.
          
          so now i’m rewatching kinnporsche like i’ve never been emotionally traumatized before. every scene feels brand new, every touch feels illegal, every kiss feels like it’s rewiring my entire nervous system. 
          
          and honestly?? let’s be real — those two could tie me up, break me apart, use me six different ways, and i’d say “thank you sir, may i have another.” respectfully. disrespectfully. both. 
          
          basically: shine bl reminded me that kinnporsche owns my soul, mileapo own my sanity, and i’m just here… a law student, feral on the floor, writing my own thirst obituary, whilst I die tryna study constitutional law ✨✨

BESTIES.
          he didn’t just give head, he committed a HATE CRIME against my ability to stand. 
          man went feral — hands everywhere, mouth like he was trying to win a Michelin star, and that little hum he does??? I SAW GOD.
          my legs? shaking. my will to live? gone. my soul? somewhere in the corner, clapping.
          
          if this is what sin feels like, i’m never repenting. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ FIREWORK ⋆｡˚ ✧
          ꒰   a space built by LUNE, for LUNE's ꒱
          
          It begins quietly —
          A song on loop, a stage you can’t stop replaying,
          A feeling that settles in your chest like home.
          From that love, Firework was born.
          
          Here, stories are written in usernames and inside jokes.
          Timelines breathe with edits and threads.
          Every playlist, every ping,
          Every midnight scream about a teaser — it matters.
          
          ✿ Fanfics that stay with you
          ✿ Conversations that feel like warm light
          ✿ Projects that say: “i was here. i loved this.”
          
          Firework is where you bring your bias and your heart.
          Your creativity, your care, your chaos.
          A fandom home that glows a little brighter
          because you walked in.
          
          You found the music. Now find your people.
          We’re already waiting.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/399063397-ᖴiᖇeᗯoᖇk-ᕼiᖇiᑎg-ᗷook

Hey everyone —
          I wanted to take a moment to address something that’s been bothering me deeply, and I hope you’ll read this with open eyes and hearts.
          
          Not long ago, &TEAM was swarmed by fans at Gimpo Airport, with their flight schedule leaked and dozens waiting to mob them the moment they cleared passport control. Fans shoved forward. Chaos unfolded. Security had to physically step in to protect the members. And let’s be honest — that shouldn’t have been necessary.
          
          This wasn’t support. It was stalking.
          And it’s time we call it what it is.
          
          We all love our idols — their music, their talent, their warmth. But what happened at that airport wasn't love. It was entitlement, obsession, and a complete violation of personal space.
          
          Worse, this wasn’t an isolated case. There have been sasaengs pretending to be airport staff, just to walk beside idols and get close enough to touch them. This is terrifying. Dangerous. It’s not fan behavior — it’s predatory.
          
          Idols are not public property.
          They don’t owe us 24/7 access. They are not exhibits to be hunted down in airports or spied on at hotels. They are human beings who deserve peace, safety, and privacy — just like the rest of us.
          
          What happened to &TEAM could have been avoided if we, as a fan community, upheld better standards. If we reminded each other that being a fan also means being respectful and responsible.
          
          Let this be a wake-up call.
          
          If you really love &TEAM — or any group for that matter — then protect them. Respect their boundaries. Let them breathe.
          
          We’re not here to scare them.
          We’re here to support them. 

 COMING SOON 
          THORNS IN VELVET — an Andriel Dark Romance AU
          
          "Catch me," he said, "before I make you love me."
          
          A string of velvet-laced murders. A killer who never misses.
          And the boy he let live.
          
          In a world where obsession wears perfume and love leaves bloodstains, Neil Josten is about to chase a ghost from his past—only to find he’s the one being hunted. Because Andrew Minyard isn’t done with him. Not by a long shot.
          
          He's the predator. Neil is the temptation.
          And this game?
          It ends in either a confession or a bullet.
          
          writing this book with @annabeth123original 
          
          aaaah..soo excitedd