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history will say they were companions (doomed from the start) by redfiish
Fandoms: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong
27 May 2026
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or: joonghyuk sees kim dokja die on him, and he can't tell what's real anymore.
history will say they were companions. joonghyuk will say that they were doomed before they started.
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27 May 2026
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Reading him is the only thing he’s ever done, Kim Dokja has read him for a long time. Yet, he can’t quite understand why this ‘worry’ weaves around this man, weaving across his face, strung around his words, enlaced in his very being.
“You– You– You–!” Kim Dokja stutters out and points a shaky finger at him.
Or maybe instead of ‘you,’ maybe he wanted to say Yoo Joonghyuk instead.
Kim Dokja knows him. How could he not know him?
“Yoo Joonghyuk!?”
Kim Dokja loses his memories.
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23 May 2026
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“I know. Just-” Kim Dokja raises his head and looks up at him. “I don’t think that I can survive if you ask that again.”
Kim Dokja moves to grab Yoo Joonghyuk’s unoccupied hand. He guides it and places it on top of his chest, right where his heart is. Its beats are rapid, erratic. Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump. It’s an answer of its own.
Ba-dump, ba-dump. It’s clear what his answer is.
Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk the night before their wedding.
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20 May 2026
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with every heartbeat by keyflowers
Fandoms: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga)
14 Jul 2022
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Qifrey will teach them everything he can, for as long as he’s still here. He’ll protect them with everything he has. He’ll make sure they’ll never want for a home or a meal or a smile or a gentle word. It’s what a good professor would do for his students.
But the idea of being a father—
A seamstress mistakes professor and apprentice for father and daughter, and Qifrey grapples with the concept of parenthood.
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19 May 2026
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Yoo Joonghyuk smells like petrichor and despair.
He’s walked away now, soles of his feet against the hardwood floor, and Kim Dokja doesn’t have it in him to follow. There are no walls to protect the heart or space to let people unfold themselves, the girl who used to live here left her paints and canvases strewn about.
Probably trying to capture the last remnants of ideality that humanity once was.
Unfortunately…
Neither of them are artists.
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Among a dystopian world, there are two such people who fall for each other in the aftermath of having killed their humanity.
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17 May 2026