nonofyourbuzinessuee

Attention everyone.
          
          If I publish this JeongCheol × SeokSoo fic...
          
          Just know that I was not in my right mind.
          
          This draft has:
          ✔ Ancient curses.
          ✔ Fantasy politics.
          ✔ Mysterious relics.
          ✔ People saying cryptic things for no reason.
          ✔ Lore that even the author doesn't understand.
          
          I literally open the document and go,
          
          "Damn... wonder what happens next."
          
          ...I WROTE IT.
          
          Anyway, if you see me posting fantasy in the next few days, don't ask questions.
          
          Just pretend it was destiny.

Emergency announcement.
          
          I reread my first fanfic from 2020.
          
          I have seen things no human being should ever witness.
          
          Who approved this?
          Who gave me internet access?
          WHO LET ME PRESS "PUBLISH"?
          
          The grammar was committing crimes.
          The plot was held together with duct tape and blind optimism.
          The pacing was doing parkour off a cliff.
          The characters had exactly three emotions:   ❤️
          
          Every chapter was basically:
          "And then... because I said so."
          
          I was reading it with one eye closed, ready to fling my phone across the room every three sentences.
          
          To everyone who read it back then...
          
          Are you okay?
          
          Do you need compensation?
          
          Should I pay for your therapy?
          
          I sincerely apologize for the emotional damage.
          
          On the bright side, at least I've improved.
          
          On the dark side...
          
          That fanfic is still on the internet.
          
          Unfortunately.
          
          Please don't remind me it exists.
          
          I'm currently digging a hole large enough to bury myself, my keyboard, my Wi-Fi router, and every ounce of confidence 2020 me possessed.
          
          If anyone asks...
          
          No you didn't see anything.

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