A/N: There's an illustration in this chapter, let me know if it works.
Eun Ha's POV:
"Are you... are you saying that..." Eun Ha was dumbstruck. "No, my son, he would never."
Dr. Han held up a hand, her voice steady. "I'm not accusing your son of anything, Eun Ha. I'm just askin...
2026-01-12 03:21:32 +0000 UTC View PostEun Ha's POV:
Psychiatrist Log #2
Patient: Jong Eun Ha
Session 2 – XX/XX/2025
Dr. Han Ji Yoon (private practice, Seoul)
...
Eun Ha sat on the same plush armchair, her hands clenched tightly in her lap, the pale lavender fabric of her dress creasing under h...
2026-01-11 03:02:48 +0000 UTC View PostSocial media never sleeps. It's one big relentless machine. My phone buzzed. Notifications piled up. X posts. Tags. Videos of my goals going viral. Followers. DMs.
#AFCU17Champions.
"Jae-il Cha is the future of Korean football!"
"THAT GOAL. THAT LOB. UNREAL. HE'S 15!!!"
“If h...
2026-01-10 02:42:02 +0000 UTC View PostAFC CUP FINAL 2025
Winner — South Korea.
Confetti came falling like petals and people all around were screaming in exultations.
Everyone was chanting loudly and wearing large, silly smiles, as if the stadium was just a big bar, and a massive celebration was taking place there.
Dae...
2026-01-09 01:38:43 +0000 UTC View PostJassim's POV:
An abyssal roar bursted inside the stadium, and he could've sworn that he was on another planet when he heard the distinct roar from thousands upon thousands of Korean supporters.
Their chants thundered around him.
3-0.
What could Jassim say or think at this point? The reali...
2026-01-06 21:10:35 +0000 UTC View PostJassim's POV:
The entire Qatar team now seemed to be functioning in survival mode. A single-minded, desperate scramble to keep the ball as far away from their own goal as humanly possible.
Every single one of them was more exhausted than they should've been by this point, but the fear of conceding another goal was a ...
2026-01-05 04:47:14 +0000 UTC View PostJassim proudly beamed at the applause.
After all that build-up and suspense, Dae-hyun, having gotten his soul sucked by yet another denial from Jassim's clutches, sluggishly dragged himself across the ground.
Jong-su rubbed the back of his neck, sighing, a strained laugh leaving his lips.
"Huh." He mumbled. "Pretty good save."<...
2026-01-04 04:41:44 +0000 UTC View PostI nudged the ball with the instep of my right foot, sending it threading through the gap created when Number 4 lunged in too eagerly.
I took one power step forward to explode past him but immediately chopped that short as Number 2 came sliding in across to cut off the angle. His studs came sweeping for the steal. A predictable, panic-slide...
2026-01-03 02:58:13 +0000 UTC View PostOriginal has been hidden, here's the repost.
2026-01-02 03:36:29 +0000 UTC View PostThe ball was kicked and passed back. We moved like one entity. The sphere flew around our midfield as we began a boring game of keep-away, probing for gaps in Qatar's surging wall. They pressed high right from the start, eager to snag it away and build momentum from the very first few seconds.
We hoggled possession like children playing ke...
2026-01-02 02:48:36 +0000 UTC View PostU-17 AFC, Finals.
South Korea vs Qatar.
Last game of the AFC U-17 Tournament
Here we are. The final of something. Certainly not the most important or high pressure tournament, but a final nonetheless. An end of a cycle, and the beginning of a more important one. The World Cup already had our names on it, but a trophy was still ...
2025-12-31 03:10:00 +0000 UTC View PostEun Ha's POV:
Mia laughed. A painful, tight laugh that sounded more like a wheeze. "You must be insane, mom. We're... brother and sister! How can you say these things...?"
Eun Ha blinked a couple times, as if she was coming out of a daze, then nodded stiffly. "I know, honey... but... it can't be helped, given what I'...
2025-12-30 05:04:44 +0000 UTC View PostEun Ha's POV:
"......."
There was a very pregnant pause. A pause long enough to plant, grow and pick a fruit of the pauses.
"Bring someone over...? Uhh, like for a meal? Or like... a party?"
"Anytime."
The older woman offered. Eun Ha decided not to give Mia a direction for now.
Mia's mind took...
2025-12-28 04:05:15 +0000 UTC View PostMia's POV:
Mia's heart pounded.
It felt like a dream. Her mother giving her advice on how to keep her brother by her side. How ridiculous was that?
And yet it was advice she already knew. Had already, perhaps unconsciously, been acting upon.
Jae-il was desirable, yes. There were other women after him, of ...
2025-12-27 03:17:49 +0000 UTC View PostThis year is almost over too.
I'd like to thank everyone who has been with me for so long. This is a small community, yet I treasure what we've all built together. From those who began following me since the heydays of Paranoia, to those who joined the bandwagon with Keep it in the Family.
Reading had always been an escape for me. ...
2025-12-25 14:12:30 +0000 UTC View PostAn old acquaintance who claimed he had been to the gates of hell spoke of darkness. That very same acquaintance swore blind on his children, parents, dead relatives and everything good in the universe, that his deceased mother had grabbed him by the foot and pulled him out before they'd locked the gates.
Marcus had been waiting for his mot...
2025-12-24 22:57:08 +0000 UTC View PostMia's POV:
Mia stopped.
Her back was to her mother, but she could feel Eun Ha's eyes on her.
Her mother wanted to do her nails.
Mia remembered afternoons like that. The sharp smell of polish. Eun Ha's gentle grip as she hummed a tune. They used to talk about everything. School. Friends. Stupid celebrity g...
2025-12-22 20:21:51 +0000 UTC View PostThis is slightly different from the summary I wrote in the poll, but decided to go a different route. I wrote this in one sitting, some stuff may not make sense. Some stuff need revising and explaining.
The story should kick in from the next chapter.
If you don't like this, please leave a com...
2025-12-21 18:49:37 +0000 UTC View PostEun Ha's POV:
"Protect him... uh..."
Eun Ha stared blankly at her daughter. The way Mia said it… it wasn’t the casual promise of a protective older sister. It was a territorial declaration. She wouldn't have thought twice about it before; Mia had always been a fierce little thing, as she loved to state at every s...
2025-12-20 16:20:27 +0000 UTC View PostEun Ha's POV:
She'd seen such marks before, on her own body. On the bodies of her friends back in college. They were love bites. Hickeys. Suck-marks. Or at least, what else could it be? The shape and coloration were a dead giveaway.
Her mind went blank.
"Umh... Su Ah, dear... you have a—"
"Oh, it's noth...
2025-12-18 16:59:05 +0000 UTC View PostEun Ha's POV:
The woman in the mirror finally had a semblance of normality again.
Eun Ha tilted her head, studying the reflection as if it belonged to someone else. The cheeks were not as hollow anymore; the circles underneath her eyes didn't seem as dark. Her eyes weren't dead or lifeless, she had regained a bit of ...
2025-12-17 18:16:32 +0000 UTC View PostMia's POV:
"Hey, are you okay, you sound strange..."
Mia kept one hand on the phone, her other hand brushing her hair in front of the vanity mirror. The knots came off, smooth, silk running through her fingertips. She smiled widely at her reflection, the light casting a shine on her hair.
"Yeah, I'm fine......
2025-12-16 02:18:08 +0000 UTC View PostSu Ah's POV:
Su Ah would have taken personal offense, because come on, she didn't exactly seek him out to get berated like this, but for some reason, seeing his irritability... it made her smile a little.
This time, though, she kept it tucked.
"Not in the mood for what?"
He leaned his head against a tree....
2025-12-14 22:57:30 +0000 UTC View PostSu Ah's POV:
She pulled the brim of her cap lower the moment the bus doors sighed open.
Voices spilled out first—laughs, tired cheers, exhausted complaints—then the boys themselves, tall shadows under the streetlights. Su Ah stood across the street, back to a concrete wall, watching as they slung duffel bags over...
2025-12-13 00:30:51 +0000 UTC View PostBeen chewing around this idea, let me know if it's a hit or a miss:
Marcus Hale, a 35-year-old everyman from a dead-end town, has spent his adult life scraping by—overqualified for the jobs he can get, underpaid for the ones he has, and perpetually one unexpected bill away from disaster.
Exhausted by years of di...
2025-12-12 15:59:05 +0000 UTC View Post
