16 Results in the "Don’t Think of Me" category
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Don’t Think of Me
Kwon Yi-tae and I have ended our four-year relationship. I cut ties with him harshly, planning never to see him again. I moved to a new apartment, changed my number, and wiped him from my life. Exactly three years later… “Writer Yoo, it sounds like you’ve been talking about me in quite some detail.” “…” “Met anyone who reminds you of me?” Kwon Yi-tae,…- 3.4 K • Feb 22, '25
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DTM | Chapter 5.2
I saw Kwon Yi-tae differently again. He had already changed outfits five times, yet despite st (anding under the hot lights and facing the camera for hours, he didn’t show a hint of fatigue. And even amidst all that, he didn’t forget to occasionally glance my way. “......” Every time our gazes met, I felt like my blood was drying up. My palms, damp with nervous sweat, were wiped hastily on my pants, and I rubbed my flushed cheeks. That guy, seriously... “Don’t take your eyes…-
40.9 K • Ongoing
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DTM | Chapter 5.1
05. Traces I felt suffocated. I twisted my limbs in an attempt to escape the weight pressing down on me, but it only made things worse. The oppressive heaviness grew stronger. Ugh... I’m going to die like this. Teetering at the edge of consciousness, my mind was finally dragged into reality. “Heavy.” I opened my dry eyes, and the sight before me was familiar yet utterly inappropriate. Dark walls reflecting Kwon Yi-tae’s preferences, towering glass windows, a black armchair, and a…-
40.9 K • Ongoing
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DTM | Chapter 4
04. Kwon Yi-tae Yoo Eunha was a dangerous and harmful presence. In front of her, all the logic and reason that once shone brightly, as well as his seemingly arrogant confidence, crumbled into nothing but scraps of paper. But none of that changed the undeniable truth that Yoo Eunha was breathtakingly beautiful. Yi-tae’s first wet dream was about Eunha. As a kindergartener, he used to insist on playing “wedding” with her every single day as a ritual, forcing the bored Yoo Eunha to stay by…-
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DTM | Chapter 3.2
“Ah!” We were preparing to move to the gym after wrapping up the house shoot when it happened. Go Hyeong-woo, tidying up the area, cut his hand on a piece of paper. The wound was longer and deeper than expected, blood trickling down his hand and dripping off his wrist. “Ugh, be more careful, will you?” Kim PD pulled a tissue from his bag and handed it to him. Hyeong-woo caught the blood with his other hand, trying to keep it from staining the floor. “Ugh... It hurts.” I grabbed…-
40.9 K • Ongoing
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DTM | Chapter 3.4
“Ah…!” A sharp pain pierced my lower lip, snapping me out of my daze. My eyes flew open just as something warm and firm pushed into my mouth. Even in my half-conscious state, the jolt of intense pleasure scraped down my spine like a razor. “Aah, Yi-tae, ah… mmph!” Thud. My back hit the cold wall behind me. At some point, I had wrapped both my arms and legs tightly around Kwon Yi-tae, clinging to him as he devoured me with his aggressive kisses. My clothes felt damp—why were they so…-
40.9 K • Ongoing
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DTM | Chapter 3.3
“Ugh, this is driving me nuts.” I dragged my hands down my tired face. The alarm blared loudly in the room, but I barely registered the sound. Once again, I’d dreamed of Kwon Yi-tae. At night, I dreamed of having sex with him, and by day, my imagination replayed endless scenarios of us together, indulging in every possible act of obscenities. At one point, I absentmindedly wrote “Kwon Yi-tae’s dick is fucking huge” into a narration draft and had to erase it in a panic before anyone could…-
40.9 K • Ongoing
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DTM | Chapter 3.1
03. The Omen As filming continued, the staff of <Comma> visibly lost stamina in real-time. Keeping up with Kwon Yi-tae’s grueling schedule was practically like living his life alongside him; it would have been strange not to feel exhausted. If only Kim PD could dial back his ambition a little and reduce the shooting load, we might have been able to catch our breath. But Kim PD, burdened by the thought of all Kwon Yi-tae’s global fans watching the documentary, was desperate to…-
40.9 K • Ongoing
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DTM | Chapter 2.4
*** “Writer Yoo, did you catch the last train safely after ignoring my call last night?” A heavy arm wrapped around my shoulder from behind. I smacked his arm off and turned to face him. “Thanks to your consideration.” All night long, I had steeled myself against whatever delusions Kwon Yi-tae might entertain, no matter how he tried to twist my insides with his words. The guy standing before me was no ex-boyfriend, no savior. He was a predator, circling, waiting for a chance to…-
40.9 K • Ongoing
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DTM | Chapter 2.3
“Ahhhh—!” Who the hell falls onto a bed and yells, ‘Ahhhh—!’ “Who are you putting on this pathetic act for?” Oh, is he a drill sergeant now? “Yi-tae… Don’t hold back on me today.” Wow, seriously? The Kwon Yi-tae in my imagination took off his wristwatch. Clink. The cold metal made a threatening sound as it hit the side table. With one hand, he skillfully stripped off my jeans. The denim slid off like shed skin, revealing long, pale…-
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