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❝ she believes love saves.

he believes love kills. ❞

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- T A E H Y U N G -

They say love is warm.

They forget it burns.

I learned love through the sound of a door

slamming in a quiet house,

through a father's shoulders collapsing

over untouched dinner plates,

through the scent of perfume

that never returned.

Rain hit the windows that night -

not gentle, not poetic,

but angry.

Like the sky understood what we lost.

I was twelve

when I realised something adults never say:

love abandons.

And the ones who stay pay the price.

Years passed.

Warmth became memory.

Affection became threat.

I built walls -

not to keep people out,

but to keep myself from wanting them.

Now I run boardrooms instead of playgrounds,

sign contracts instead of birthday cards,

count profits instead of people.

Silence feels safe.

Control feels holy.

Love feels like a disease I cured myself of.

At least... I thought I did.

Until she walked in.

Sunlight wearing perfume.

Laughing like heartbreak isn't real.

Chaos in heels, smiling like invitation.

Her eyes ask questions I refuse to answer.

Her presence feels like ruin disguised as warmth.

She will learn I don't break easily.

But God...

why does it feel like she came to break me beautifully?

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- N A R A E - ( y/n)

Love.

The word tastes sweet on my tongue -

like strawberry milk on rooftops,

like my parents flirting in kitchens,

like late-night K-dramas whispering

"soulmates exist."

I grew up believing it.

Warm hands. Forehead kisses.

Two people laughing like the world is kind.

If love destroys people,

how did my father look at my mother

like she hung the moon?

I want that.

Not riches.

Not perfection.

Just a heart that chooses me.

Even on bad days.

So when life placed me in front of him -

sharp jaw, cold eyes, voice like winter metal -

something in me sparked.

Not softness.

Challenge.

He looks at me like love is war.

I look at him like love is worth fighting for.

He breathes rules.

I break them beautifully.

Maybe I should run.

But instead, I step closer.

Because beneath his ice,

I saw a boy who once believed too -

and never forgave the world for it.

If winter thinks it can scare spring,

it hasn't met me yet.

I will melt him -

slowly.

Patiently.

Like sunrise melting frost.

And if I burn in the process?

Then let it be beautiful.

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-Together -

she fell first - soft, stubborn.

he fell later - unwill

ing, destructive, deep.

and when they collide,

it won't be gentle.

not a fairytale.

a war that turns into home.

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