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Ryu Rumi had her entire life planned down to the hour—top grades, student council accolades, and a flawless record by the end of junior year. Just in time for college applications next year. Celine never did tolerate anything less than an A- with a stunning social reputation to match. So, when Bobby had approached her with a new 'peer support initiative,' Rumi's first thought had been a resounding yes.
That was before she'd found out her mentee would be Sung Mira.
Sharp-tongued and perpetually one detention slip away from expulsion, the pink-haired girl was everything that Rumi was not: unpredictable, overly-aggressive, and impossible to ignore. She was also (unfortunately) infuriatingly good at getting under Rumi’s skin, paired with a bad habit of turning every mentoring session into something that felt dangerously close to a game of cat and mouse… And Rumi was starting to fear she was the latter in this analogy.
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Basically, delinquent!Mira driving studentcouncil!Rumi crazy for however many chapters that sleep deprivation will drag out of my brain. They're in love, your honor.
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25 Jun 2026
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this was genuinely so sweet that i might combust
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Rumi’s stomach churns at the thought of seeing Celine again after how they left things off before she ran head-first into Gwi-ma’s not-so-little deathtrap, but she walks up the steps without thinking, the way she always used to, past the gate and across the familiar stone path, and then knocks on the front door.
“Celine,” she calls, and then she hears it. The soft, slow shuffle of footsteps from inside, drawing nearer and nearer, and then, the sound of the lock turning, and—
The door opens, and the woman standing in front of them is not Celine.
If Rumi isn’t actually dead already, her heart stops. “Mom?”
Ryu Miyeong frowns at her. “‘Mom?’"
or: Rumi wakes in a world where Miyeong is alive, and Rumi never existed.
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04 Jun 2026
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"Nowadays, it feels more like a scar and less like a wound, something she can carry without feeling like she’s bleeding out anymore."
this fic is like a scar i will keep looking back on, seeing how far i've grown, and sometimes coming back just to see if i've truly understood what i've learned from it
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Zoey had always enjoyed putting things together.
From building Lego sets with her older brother in his room. To replacing car parts with her father on a Tuesday morning in July. To lazy evenings sat at the coffee table piecing together a jigsaw puzzle with her mom. There was a certain satisfaction Zoey found in going from a thousand splintered pieces to a finished product.
Huntrix is a fractured mess in the wake of Gwi-ma’s defeat. The tenuous relationship they’d started in the back third of the world tour was straining at the edges and threatening to buckle under the weight of their individual betrayals.
On the surface everything seemed fine - they were professionals after all. From the outside not a single hair or emotion was out of place. No faults to exploit, no fears to be shown.
But they were still cowards, still liars.
And Zoey isn’t sure if she knows how to fix the broken pieces of her heart.
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- Part 1 of Woven Threads
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03 Jun 2026
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giving me something to sit with for awhile
let it linger and make space, just like the girls learned how to do
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“Hey, babe. Been looking everywhere for you.”
The voice was low, honeyed, warm in all the right places. It fell over Rumi in a way the man’s voice hadn’t, settling into her bones and gnawing faintly, already leaving impressions on her marrow.
And yet another touch, this one lighter, a palm splayed across the small of her back, a second body pressing into hers from behind.
“Yeah, we thought we lost you for a sec there.” This voice, a little higher, but no less deadly.
Not one, but two strangers.
“Can’t you see you’re interrupting something?” the guy snapped at them.
“Can’t you see,” the first voice mocked, “she’s not yours?”
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Two women step in when a guy gets pushy with Rumi at a bar. What happens after is meant to be a one-night stand, nothing more.
But rarely do things turn out exactly the way they're meant to.
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Rumi touched her fingers to her ribs. She could feel the heat radiating from her skin, even through her clothes. A distant, miserable part of her said, this is going to hurt.
She pushed her fingers down.
The rib shifted.
The thing about telling one very big lie is that it requires a foundation of hundreds of smaller lies to hold it up, lies such as "I'm fine," and "nothing's broken," and "it doesn't hurt."
Rumi finds this out the hard way.
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19 May 2026
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i can't believe i have the privilege of reading this for FREE.