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Four years after the divorce, Mei Nianqing is happily raising a child he found and adopted—until Jun Wu shows up, convinced the boy is his.
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At the end of it all, Nate's still in love with her. Even as a budding love trails behind him.
He grieves, and he rebuilds.
He swallowed, throat aching from sobs that dared not leave it. His eyes watered, but they didn't leak. His companion sidled up beside him, hand hovering over his shoulder. Nate said naught, not trusting his voice to not fracture into a million pieces, like the blood and bones that had splattered on the inside of Nora's cryogenic grave.
“Nate,” Danse mumbled, voice soft but nervous. Danse sunk down onto his knees, mirroring Nate's own position. Danse reached over and placed a hand over Nate's own, fingers locking between Nate's. The weight was comforting - had been throughout their entire friendship turned budding relationship.
“I miss her.” Nate said, hoarseness scratching at his chest like a molerat clawing at the ground. “I miss her so much, Danse.”
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Initially, Pure Vanilla was convinced that Shadow Milk was an angel born in a tragedy. Soon after, Pure Vanilla observed the crack on her window. Similarly to when her beloved, adoring, devoted, Shadow Milk cracked a guy's neck, not noticing who witnessed. Above all, Pure Vanilla would never let that moment fade. However she couldn't control it if her and Shadow Milk's paths crossed again.
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More Walls (Collected Along the Way) by Anna (pineconepickers)
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“It seems like the kind of thing one ought to know, right? Whether you have a husband or not.”
Seokjin has been busy since his break-up with Namjoon seven years earlier, with swift promotions at his father’s investment firm, while Namjoon has, perhaps annoyingly, become one of the most prolific authors in Korea. Never mind that, of course, because Seokjin has moved on! It’s a bit of a shock, then, for Seokjin to discover that he is married – to his ex-boyfriend Namjoon.
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“Fast-forward ten years and here they were, with Namjoon as the winner of the Hankyoreh Literature Award, the Kim Yong-ik Novel Prize, and the Surim Literary Award, to name a few. And yet, for all of those written words hanging between them, neither of them had any more to offer.”
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“Oh, fuck you!” Namjoon snapped back. “You always treated me like a kid – I thought about that a lot afterwards, you know! You thought me wanting to be an author was some childish dream that—”“But it was!” he cut in, feet slipping on the road as he came closer. “It was! Who makes it as a writer?! Who?! One of us had to be realistic, be the grown-up! So yeah, I stepped up – and you hated me for it!” He paused to get air in, an old ache in his heart. “But I never said you weren’t good, or talented, or deserving of selling your work, and if you’re standing here yelling at me like I ever said that, then you’re full of shit!”
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“but Namjoon was striking a different chord with him that was making him feel so fucking wanted and filthy, yet safe and adored.”
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“Hey, so,” Namjoon said, hands still in his pockets as he turned to face Seokjin. “What are we doing?” Namjoon slowly moved closer. “You should ask me again.”“Ask you what?”
“Why I’ve never moved back here.”
Quietly, Seokjin asked, “Why have you never moved back to Korea?”
“Because you’re Korea,” Namjoon said firmly. Seokjin blinked, and Namjoon shook his head. “I don’t see how I can live here and not have you be mine. It’s torture. This, right now? It’s torture.” Namjoon stepped closer, voice urgent. “Tell me to stop and I will – if you don’t want to hear this, then I’ll walk out right now and I—”
“Don’t,” he cut in, panicking. “Don’t do that. Please don’t do that. I can’t breathe thinking you’ll go.”
Namjoon’s eyes were large, sincere – but sympathetic too. “In that case… I need you to know that I don’t care anymore. Okay? I don’t care about all the things we’ve been angry about for years. I don’t care about the arguments about jobs, parents, other fuck-ups… We have so many fuck-ups. We could build a shrine to them at this point, alright? But I don’t care because I’ve forgiven us. You and me both. I’ve forgiven us.” Namjoon took in a deep breath. “But if you haven’t forgiven me? If you’re still punishing me or mad at me for what I did back then, then you need to let me know right now.”