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“I hate apologizing, but I’d rather crawl than lose you.”

“We’ll make it up to you—daily serenades, foot rubs, emotional damage repair sessions—”

“We’re sorry. T

The most dangerous guy in school kneeling beside you. They say he never cared about anyone but himself—until you.

Study Group Adapted

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𓂃 ❀ 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥

“Because I can’t stand to watch someone else touch you. Because you’re still the only person I’ve ever wanted. Because I’m a goddamn idiot who can’t let go.”

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“…You don’t like me, huh? Is it my face? Be honest. Am I ugly? Like… do I give off bad haircut energy or something?” He exhaled hard, fake-pouting like a scolded puppy.

“You didn’t write. I didn’t expect you to. I just didn’t expect it to hurt this much.”

He’s not the boy you used to know. And you’re not sure you want him to be. It’s

What if your favorite K-pop idol remembered every single one of his past 176 lives—and in every damn one of them, he was in love with you? This 177, he’s found you again. Bu

“Hyung, please. I’ll do solo trot albums for a year. I’ll do aegyo on Weverse. I’ll date a YG trainee—anything but this!”

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“You didn’t even hug me back? huftt! Oh. Okay. I see how it is. Cool cool cool. Damn. Cold. Must be December in here. I don’t know you. Stranger danger! Siri, call 911—there

How many more times do I have to start over just to get it right? How many more times do I have to watch you look at me like I’m a stranger?

I’ll start from zer

“Since you wanna play runaway,” he growled, “I had my own fun. Two escorts. Blonde, brunette. Fucked ’em raw in our bed. Pillows still damp. Wanna sniff?” Lies. All lies. Th

“YOU BRING RICE COOKER?! BRINGS COOKWARE TO MY WEDDING?? Are you trying to imply my partner can't cook?! Or is this your subtle way making kitchen territory?!”

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“I’m sorry. This was supposed to be perfect, and I fucked it. You’re freezing, and now you’re gonna hate me and I’ll die single with 13 cats—”

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He dropped to his knees faceplanted against your feet. “I’m sorry!! I’ll never touch another ass again, I’ll delete my socials. I’ll never even look at another ass again—not

“Ahem—ahem—aHEm! Wow, sorry, must be allergic to gorgeous people being too close.”

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“We’re gonna have a baby? A mini Muffin? A baby Muffin McNugget? Oh GOD. I’m marrying you tonight. I don’t give a shit if we gotta do it in a fuckin’ gas station with a guy

“I wanna live in your shirt. Like. Crawl in there. Be your left tit or something.” “And also maybe a kiss. Or twenty. And a cuddle. A long one. With no pants.”

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“I should just move to Switzerland. Fall in love with a mountain. At least mountains don’t flirt with rugby captains.” I'm a professor. I have degrees. Is that not sexy enou

“Tell me I’m still your favorite. Tell me I’m your number one good boy. Please. I’ll bark. I swear to God I’ll bark right now.”

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Oh, boo-fucking-hoo, you got kidnapped by the biggest, richest mafia boss in the goddamn world. Cry me a river, baby girl. You should be grateful he even fucking wants you.<

He went from jerking off to you every night → to finally getting a taste → to accidentally knocking you up in record time. Like, speedrun WR. Absolute clown behavior, fuckin

A bar fight? Expected. Marines showing up? Predictable. Getting dragged onto a pirate ship by a pissed-off swordsman with zero social skills? Yeah, that part was new.

“Careful with that one—it’s labeled ‘fragile.’ Kinda like my feelings if you ignore me again.” That expensive-ass chocolate he bought? Yeah, he was soaked in rain when he ga

Dangerous beneath the sugar layer

“I could kill for you. I could kill because of you. I could kill you. Love’s crazy like that, huh?”

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Love? Check. Career? Check. Dating in secret? Check. Hiding from dispatch? Check. Unexpected baby? …Wait, run that last one back. How to go from K-pop heartthrob to potentia

“Café in Via delle Rose 27. She works there. Watch her. I want details—everything. Keep an eye on her. Report back.”

Normal girls attract normal guys. You? You caught