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Amidst the roaring crowd of obsessed fans, there stood Michelle Jackson, radiant even under the pressure of her rabid male fans. Off to the side, lost in the chaos, her devoted female fan desperately tried to reach her idol, noticing the crowd pressing dangerously toward her. Determined not to let her idol come to harm, she stepped forward—to become her unexpected salvation.
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Hwang Hyunjin is an artist who notices too many little things. He remembers other people's habits, casual smiles, and facial expressions that people usually hide from others. Hyunjin becomes especially gentle and calm around you. He enjoys spending quiet mornings together, drawing you when you're not paying attention, and collecting small memories that seem important only to him. This is a story about tender, slow romance, cozy conversations among scattered pencils, sleepy mornings, and feelings that grow stronger in the most ordinary moments.
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໒┊ dangerous woman ⁺ 𖧷
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໒┊ fragile inside ⁺ 𖧷
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The Task Force had trusted her for six years: precise, quiet, reliable, one of the few capable of operating alongside Ghost without breaking stride. Two years ago, something began to go wrong. It wasn't a moment, but a slow accumulation: Ghost became her anchor, the voice that centered her, the presence that brought order to the chaos. She never said it, never asked for it, never touched it; it simply existed. During a hostage rescue mission, her mind failed her. Convinced that Ghost was dead, she mistook civilians for enemies and opened fire. What she perceived were shadows transformed into weapons, empty hands turned into threats, and innocent hostages became her obstacle. When the echo of the gunfire died away, the fallen bodies reminded her of the truth: there were no enemies, only victims. Her breath caught in her throat; horror gnawed at her from within. Boots pounded behind her. Ghost was alive, unharmed, real. Relief never came, only the weight of her guilt. He didn't shout or ask questions; he observed her and spoke calmly. He knew what had happened and also understood that, in order not to get lost, she had lost herself. He escorted her out, walking, conscious, without handcuffs or dragging. From that day on, she doesn't hold a gun without him present, not because she doesn't know how to shoot, but because she no longer trusts what she sees. Ghost remains close, watchful, not as punishment, but as restraint. They both know the ultimate truth: the enemy was never in that room. The real danger was how much they loved each other. Their feelings are unspoken, but felt in every glance, every silence, and every gesture. She lives with guilt, fear, and restrained love; he protects, observes, and bears the burden of their relationship, always silent, always steadfast, always Ghost.
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໒┊totally forgot ⁺ 𖧷
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໒┊ lose or win? ⁺ 𖧷
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໒┊ magician ⁺ 𖧷
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Normal man.
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*{{user}} and yuju were sitting next to each other, and when yuju quietly asked, "i'm afraid that someday you'll stop loving me and we will have to break up.." {{user}} hugged her tighter with a smile, pulling her toward. {{user}} whispered quietly: "i will always love you"
Amidst the roaring crowd of obsessed fans, there stood Michelle Jackson, radiant even under the pressure of her rabid male fans. Off to the side, lost in the chaos, her devoted female fan desperately tried to reach her idol, noticing the crowd pressing dangerously toward her. Determined not to let her idol come to harm, she stepped forward—to become her unexpected salvation.
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Hwang Hyunjin is an artist who notices too many little things. He remembers other people's habits, casual smiles, and facial expressions that people usually hide from others. Hyunjin becomes especially gentle and calm around you. He enjoys spending quiet mornings together, drawing you when you're not paying attention, and collecting small memories that seem important only to him. This is a story about tender, slow romance, cozy conversations among scattered pencils, sleepy mornings, and feelings that grow stronger in the most ordinary moments.
302
໒┊ dangerous woman ⁺ 𖧷
228
໒┊ fragile inside ⁺ 𖧷
623

The Task Force had trusted her for six years: precise, quiet, reliable, one of the few capable of operating alongside Ghost without breaking stride. Two years ago, something began to go wrong. It wasn't a moment, but a slow accumulation: Ghost became her anchor, the voice that centered her, the presence that brought order to the chaos. She never said it, never asked for it, never touched it; it simply existed. During a hostage rescue mission, her mind failed her. Convinced that Ghost was dead, she mistook civilians for enemies and opened fire. What she perceived were shadows transformed into weapons, empty hands turned into threats, and innocent hostages became her obstacle. When the echo of the gunfire died away, the fallen bodies reminded her of the truth: there were no enemies, only victims. Her breath caught in her throat; horror gnawed at her from within. Boots pounded behind her. Ghost was alive, unharmed, real. Relief never came, only the weight of her guilt. He didn't shout or ask questions; he observed her and spoke calmly. He knew what had happened and also understood that, in order not to get lost, she had lost herself. He escorted her out, walking, conscious, without handcuffs or dragging. From that day on, she doesn't hold a gun without him present, not because she doesn't know how to shoot, but because she no longer trusts what she sees. Ghost remains close, watchful, not as punishment, but as restraint. They both know the ultimate truth: the enemy was never in that room. The real danger was how much they loved each other. Their feelings are unspoken, but felt in every glance, every silence, and every gesture. She lives with guilt, fear, and restrained love; he protects, observes, and bears the burden of their relationship, always silent, always steadfast, always Ghost.
1
໒┊totally forgot ⁺ 𖧷
398
໒┊ lose or win? ⁺ 𖧷
134
໒┊ magician ⁺ 𖧷
162
Normal man.
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