nonofyourbuzinessuee

Hello, I'm searching for a lost seoksoo ff, i forgot it's name and author name also, and i remember your comments under the books, will you please find out about that after reading the plot...
          
          
          Okay so it's a seoksoo and jeongcheol ff,
          
           "where dk and joshua are both buisness partner and dk is a mafia too, so dk have a younger sister but she was shot dead and joshua was accused of killing her, but it was originally dk and Joshua's father's, dk was forced to hurt joshua, and when shua went to his brother jeonghan seeking for help he called dk and was taken back, on the day dk promised to kill joshua(or save him) he was kidnapped and shot in chest, and from hospital he vanished, but the8 and jun helped him, after 3 months joshua came back with jun as boyfriends to take revenge on dk( both of their father) then they ended up together after that and he forgave everyone"
          
          Plz if you remember the name or author do tell me, it'll be a lot of help. 
          

Author what happened to your book “ My cat joined a cult”?

GUYSSSS… I’ve been binge-watching Bon Appétit Your Majesty lately and I swear I’m two episodes away from believing I’m a Michelin star chef in my own kitchen . Like, who needs Gordon Ramsay when I can burn toast with confidence, right?
          
          So now I’m thinking… should I take my delulu chef vibes and whip up a Seventeen fanfic with a full-on cooking background?? Imagine the chaos of 13 idols in one kitchen—someone’s definitely setting the oven on fire while another is crying over onions (or just crying in general).
          
          Do you guys have any spicy ideas? Like:
          
          Who should be the leads?
          
          What’s the plot?
          
          Should I throw in a dramatic food war where the loser has to do aegyo for life??
          
          
          Drop your thoughts, chefs ✨

Hey Author, How are you doing ❣️

Hello lovelies~
          
          First of all, thank you for all the prayers and warm wishes. I'm happy to report that I'm healthy and doing well! My brain, though, is still trying to put the puzzle pieces of my life back together—some bits are still on vacation, I guess?
          
          One among many things, I do remember is that I write here (phew!) and I’ll be diving back into my books soon to restart updates. It might take me a little while to fully adapt to my old writing style—but hey, thank goodness past-me kept a diary with plots and timelines. Past-me really came through!
          
          My screen time is a bit restricted for now, so I’ll be tiptoeing back slowly. Please be patient with me as I warm up these storytelling fingers again.
          
          Love you all and thank you again for the love and prayers!

This is Zayn.
          
          At 4 a.m. on May 14th—after 277 hours of silence—she opened her eyes.
          
          She’s awake. She’s here. But… she doesn’t recognize anyone. No one except her dad.
          
          It breaks us. Her mom is shattered. And I—
          I’m holding onto what the doctors said: that she’s deeply traumatized, and her mind just needs time to protect itself, to process everything.
          
          So I wait. I stay. I speak gently, smile through the ache, and remind myself of what she used to say: “If I forget you, you better make me fall in love with you again.”
          I will. I’ll do it a thousand times if I have to.
          
          "Though she be but little, she is fierce." – Shakespeare
          
          Please… keep praying for her. She came back to us once. She’ll come back all the way—I know she will.

Hello everyone. This is Zayn. Your author's only problem.
          
          She made it through the surgery… but she didn’t wake up. She’s in a coma now. And no one can tell me when—or if—she’ll open her eyes again.
          
          Before all of this, she used to laugh and say, “I swear if I forget you after surgery and you leave me… I’m burning you alive.”
          And I’d smile back, “Then I’ll make you fall in love with me all over again.”
          
          Now I’m here, breaking apart, waiting in silence—waiting for her.
          I pray she wakes up.
          I pray she remembers me.
          I pray she gives me a chance to make her fall for me again.
          
          Please—pray for her.
          Please, I’m begging you—pray for her.
          If you’ve ever felt her warmth in her words, if she’s ever made you smile, cry, feel… please, pray for her.
          Hold onto hope for her. Light a candle, say a prayer, anything.
          
          She needs you all and all I do is need her.
          
          Please.

Hey @nonofyourbuzinessuee’s I just wanted to check in, I hope your doing well and recovering all right, have a great day and make sure to rest well and don’t over work yourself 

Hello, I'll leave my Jeongcheol book "Between Us, the Distance" here in case you want to read it!!  https://www.wattpad.com/story/392897962?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=twice_loona_itzy

Hey everyone,
          
          I wanted to give you a quick update before disappearing for a bit. I’ll be going on a 3-week hiatus because—plot twist—what I brushed off as a stubborn migraine turned out to be a brain hemorrhage. Yep, my brain pulled the ultimate drama move.
          
          I’ll be undergoing a craniotomy soon (fancy word for “they’re opening my head”), and I promise I’m in good hands—though I did consider asking if they offer brain upgrades while they’re in there.
          
          Honestly, I should’ve listened to the signs earlier instead of chalking everything up to stress and caffeine withdrawal. So this is your friendly reminder: if your body’s yelling at you, don’t shush it like I did.
          
          I’ll miss you all while I’m away, and your prayers, good vibes, and positive energy would mean the world to me right now. I’ll be back soon—hopefully with my humor intact and maybe even a cool scar story to tell.
          
          Stay safe, take care of yourselves, and don’t be like me—go get checked!
          
          With love (and slightly rattled brain cells),