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As you all know, Im a huge writer and enjoy reading!! :3

Give me any Kpop requests (If I say no its because its a group idk or im severely uncomfortable on what you asked for)

Please no weird/only smut or fetishes please! (Keep it clean) I like to make fanfics of Kpop lore or separate the artist from the character if I think it needs to be like that if you want their face and personality. If it doesn't abide by Profile rules, I will send privately and you can ask. Etc, I hope you get the idea!

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can u do one where Woozi (SVT) and Suga (BTS) are actually twins separated at birth and them finding out at some interview?
 

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As you all know, Im a huge writer and enjoy reading!! :3

Give me any Kpop requests (If I say no its because its a group idk or im severely uncomfortable on what you asked for)

Please no weird/only smut or fetishes please! (Keep it clean) I like to make fanfics of Kpop lore or separate the artist from the character if I think it needs to be like that if you want their face and personality. If it doesn't abide by Profile rules, I will send privately and you can ask. Etc, I hope you get the idea!

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can you do one with jaywhypapi and oli london at a carnival winning prizes for each other?
 

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The room was buzzing with the usual energy of a variety show, with camera lights flickering and the hosts scrambling to get everything in place. Woozi and Suga sat side by side, though they had never interacted much before. Both were known for their quiet, reserved nature in front of cameras, but tonight’s interview was meant to bring out their personalities.

“So,” the host began, turning to Woozi, “you’re known for your incredible producing skills, right? What’s the process behind your work?”

Woozi, his arms crossed casually, nodded with a soft smile. “I like to start with the melody, then build from there. It's all about capturing the right emotion for the song. Everything needs to feel right.”

The conversation flowed smoothly for a while, and the host turned to Suga, known for his deep rap verses and hard-hitting production style. "Suga, you also produce, but your style is a little different, right?”

Suga smirked. "Yeah, I guess. I like to push boundaries, add something unexpected to keep it fresh. Music should always feel like it’s evolving.”

As they continued talking about their music, a strange tension started building in the air. The host suddenly paused, looking at both of them carefully.

“Wait, we’ve been meaning to bring this up,” the host said, glancing between Woozi and Suga. “It’s something that’s been on our minds since the beginning. The two of you... don’t you think you look remarkably similar?”

Both artists froze, exchanging a glance.

“What do you mean?” Woozi asked, raising an eyebrow.

The host chuckled nervously, holding up a side-by-side comparison of old photos on the screen behind them. A picture of Woozi as a young boy, followed by a picture of Suga from his childhood.

It was subtle, but the resemblance was uncanny. Same sharp eyes, the same little dimple on their cheeks, the same subtle curve of their lips.

Suga blinked, his gaze narrowing as he stared at the image. “That’s... that’s a coincidence, right?”

The host grinned mischievously. “Well, funny you should mention that. We’ve received some information about you two that might surprise you.”

Both Woozi and Suga were now looking at the screen with increasing confusion. The host turned to the audience.

“We’ve been digging into the history of these two, and it turns out... Woozi and Suga were both born in the same hospital, on the same day. And here's the kicker—they were separated at birth!”

The silence in the room was deafening.

Suga’s face went blank for a moment. "Wait… what?”

Woozi swallowed, feeling a strange tightness in his chest. “Separated at birth? You’re telling me I have a twin?”

The host nodded. "Yes.'"

A strange wave of realization washed over both of them. It felt surreal—like hearing an impossible truth and yet feeling a connection that was always there. They shared a moment of intense silence as the pieces clicked together in their minds.

Suga blinked again, then let out a short laugh. “So... I have a twin? And it’s him?”

Woozi’s heart pounded in his chest, and a soft chuckle escaped him, though he was still processing everything. “I... can’t believe this.”

The two stared at each other for a few seconds. In that moment, despite the shock, something almost instinctive seemed to shift between them—a quiet recognition.

“I guess... this makes sense,” Woozi said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve always wondered why I felt like something was missing...”

Suga laughed again, shaking his head. “Yeah, and I always thought I was the only one who could understand how it feels to work behind the scenes. Guess I was wrong.”

The host grinned, watching the two interact with amusement. “It seems like you’re not just connected by music, but by something much deeper.”

Suga grinned back at Woozi, his usual reserved expression softening into something more genuine. “I guess so, huh? Maybe we should collaborate on something... real this time.”

Woozi nodded, a little smile creeping onto his lips. “I think that’s a good idea.”

As the cameras continued rolling, the interview carried on with a new energy. The two artists, who had always been somewhat distant from each other, found themselves unexpectedly united in a way they’d never anticipated.

For Woozi and Suga, the music they’d been creating for years had always felt like a personal journey. Now, they realized it was more than just their own—they had unknowingly been walking parallel paths, with the same shared past they had never known.

It was only the beginning.
can u do one where Woozi (SVT) and Suga (BTS) are actually twins separated at birth and them finding out at some interview?
 

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The room was buzzing with the usual energy of a variety show, with camera lights flickering and the hosts scrambling to get everything in place. Woozi and Suga sat side by side, though they had never interacted much before. Both were known for their quiet, reserved nature in front of cameras, but tonight’s interview was meant to bring out their personalities.

“So,” the host began, turning to Woozi, “you’re known for your incredible producing skills, right? What’s the process behind your work?”

Woozi, his arms crossed casually, nodded with a soft smile. “I like to start with the melody, then build from there. It's all about capturing the right emotion for the song. Everything needs to feel right.”

The conversation flowed smoothly for a while, and the host turned to Suga, known for his deep rap verses and hard-hitting production style. "Suga, you also produce, but your style is a little different, right?”

Suga smirked. "Yeah, I guess. I like to push boundaries, add something unexpected to keep it fresh. Music should always feel like it’s evolving.”

As they continued talking about their music, a strange tension started building in the air. The host suddenly paused, looking at both of them carefully.

“Wait, we’ve been meaning to bring this up,” the host said, glancing between Woozi and Suga. “It’s something that’s been on our minds since the beginning. The two of you... don’t you think you look remarkably similar?”

Both artists froze, exchanging a glance.

“What do you mean?” Woozi asked, raising an eyebrow.

The host chuckled nervously, holding up a side-by-side comparison of old photos on the screen behind them. A picture of Woozi as a young boy, followed by a picture of Suga from his childhood.

It was subtle, but the resemblance was uncanny. Same sharp eyes, the same little dimple on their cheeks, the same subtle curve of their lips.

Suga blinked, his gaze narrowing as he stared at the image. “That’s... that’s a coincidence, right?”

The host grinned mischievously. “Well, funny you should mention that. We’ve received some information about you two that might surprise you.”

Both Woozi and Suga were now looking at the screen with increasing confusion. The host turned to the audience.

“We’ve been digging into the history of these two, and it turns out... Woozi and Suga were both born in the same hospital, on the same day. And here's the kicker—they were separated at birth!”

The silence in the room was deafening.

Suga’s face went blank for a moment. "Wait… what?”

Woozi swallowed, feeling a strange tightness in his chest. “Separated at birth? You’re telling me I have a twin?”

The host nodded. "Yes.'"

A strange wave of realization washed over both of them. It felt surreal—like hearing an impossible truth and yet feeling a connection that was always there. They shared a moment of intense silence as the pieces clicked together in their minds.

Suga blinked again, then let out a short laugh. “So... I have a twin? And it’s him?”

Woozi’s heart pounded in his chest, and a soft chuckle escaped him, though he was still processing everything. “I... can’t believe this.”

The two stared at each other for a few seconds. In that moment, despite the shock, something almost instinctive seemed to shift between them—a quiet recognition.

“I guess... this makes sense,” Woozi said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve always wondered why I felt like something was missing...”

Suga laughed again, shaking his head. “Yeah, and I always thought I was the only one who could understand how it feels to work behind the scenes. Guess I was wrong.”

The host grinned, watching the two interact with amusement. “It seems like you’re not just connected by music, but by something much deeper.”

Suga grinned back at Woozi, his usual reserved expression softening into something more genuine. “I guess so, huh? Maybe we should collaborate on something... real this time.”

Woozi nodded, a little smile creeping onto his lips. “I think that’s a good idea.”

As the cameras continued rolling, the interview carried on with a new energy. The two artists, who had always been somewhat distant from each other, found themselves unexpectedly united in a way they’d never anticipated.

For Woozi and Suga, the music they’d been creating for years had always felt like a personal journey. Now, they realized it was more than just their own—they had unknowingly been walking parallel paths, with the same shared past they had never known.

It was only the beginning.
tyyyy it's so gooddddddddddd
 

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can you do one with jaywhypapi and oli london at a carnival winning prizes for each other?
🎪 Love, Rings, and Rigged Games 💘
starring JayWhyPapi & Oli London

It was a warm night at the local carnival, where the air smelled like fried Oreos, teen angst, and questionable maintenance decisions. JayWhyPapi adjusted his sunglasses—at night, yes, because fashion waits for no sun—and glanced over at Oli London, who was already recording a TikTok with a spinning teacup in the background.

“You ever win at one of these games?” Jay asked, nodding at the ring toss booth. “Or do you just look rich and hope they hand you a prize outta fear?”

Oli flipped their platinum-blonde hair and struck a pose. “Excuse me, I manifest my prizes. But fine, let’s see you try, Mr. SoundCloud.”

Jay raised an eyebrow. “That’s Spotify Verified to you.”

Challenge accepted.

Jay stepped up to the ring toss like he was about to drop a diss track, flexing for no reason other than there was a group of teens nearby with phones out. His first two rings bounced off tragically. The third somehow went backwards.

Oli cackled. “You throw like you’ve never held anything lighter than a mic.”

Jay rolled his eyes, focused… and ding—a perfect shot.

The booth worker, who had the energy of a man deeply regretting his life choices, handed Jay a hot pink unicorn that looked like it had been sewn together during a power outage.

Jay turned, solemn. “For you, Oli. Because nothing says ‘I tolerate you’ like aggressively neon plush.”

Oli clutched it like it was a limited-edition Birkin. “I shall cherish her forever and name her... Unica Kardashian.”

As they walked on, arguing over who was more “main character,” they passed the strength game—the one with the giant mallet and the bell.

“No offense,” Jay said, sipping from his comically large lemonade, “but you look like you'd sprain something trying that.”

Oli narrowed their eyes. “Watch. Me.”

With the form of someone who had once done Pilates and the flair of a K-pop music video, Oli raised the mallet, screamed a battle cry in Korean and English, and SLAM—the bell rang so hard the booth lights flickered.

The crowd lost it. Jay’s jaw dropped. “Okay, Thor.”

Oli, absolutely glowing, handed Jay the prize—a gold chain with a pendant shaped like a flaming skull wearing sunglasses. It looked like something Guy Fieri would bless a wedding with.

Jay took it, deadpan. “This is hideous. I love it.”

Oli leaned in, suddenly soft. “You’re mine now.”

Jay smirked, looping the chain over his head. “Guess I’ve been yours since Unica Kardashian.”

They strolled away, carnival lights flashing like paparazzi cameras, laughing, bickering, flirting—and making everyone else slightly uncomfortable with how oddly chaotic their chemistry was.

And somewhere in Jay’s jacket pocket, Unica Kardashian watched it all unfold with her button eyes full of judgment.
 

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🎪 Love, Rings, and Rigged Games 💘
starring JayWhyPapi & Oli London

It was a warm night at the local carnival, where the air smelled like fried Oreos, teen angst, and questionable maintenance decisions. JayWhyPapi adjusted his sunglasses—at night, yes, because fashion waits for no sun—and glanced over at Oli London, who was already recording a TikTok with a spinning teacup in the background.

“You ever win at one of these games?” Jay asked, nodding at the ring toss booth. “Or do you just look rich and hope they hand you a prize outta fear?”

Oli flipped their platinum-blonde hair and struck a pose. “Excuse me, I manifest my prizes. But fine, let’s see you try, Mr. SoundCloud.”

Jay raised an eyebrow. “That’s Spotify Verified to you.”

Challenge accepted.

Jay stepped up to the ring toss like he was about to drop a diss track, flexing for no reason other than there was a group of teens nearby with phones out. His first two rings bounced off tragically. The third somehow went backwards.

Oli cackled. “You throw like you’ve never held anything lighter than a mic.”

Jay rolled his eyes, focused… and ding—a perfect shot.

The booth worker, who had the energy of a man deeply regretting his life choices, handed Jay a hot pink unicorn that looked like it had been sewn together during a power outage.

Jay turned, solemn. “For you, Oli. Because nothing says ‘I tolerate you’ like aggressively neon plush.”

Oli clutched it like it was a limited-edition Birkin. “I shall cherish her forever and name her... Unica Kardashian.”

As they walked on, arguing over who was more “main character,” they passed the strength game—the one with the giant mallet and the bell.

“No offense,” Jay said, sipping from his comically large lemonade, “but you look like you'd sprain something trying that.”

Oli narrowed their eyes. “Watch. Me.”

With the form of someone who had once done Pilates and the flair of a K-pop music video, Oli raised the mallet, screamed a battle cry in Korean and English, and SLAM—the bell rang so hard the booth lights flickered.

The crowd lost it. Jay’s jaw dropped. “Okay, Thor.”

Oli, absolutely glowing, handed Jay the prize—a gold chain with a pendant shaped like a flaming skull wearing sunglasses. It looked like something Guy Fieri would bless a wedding with.

Jay took it, deadpan. “This is hideous. I love it.”

Oli leaned in, suddenly soft. “You’re mine now.”

Jay smirked, looping the chain over his head. “Guess I’ve been yours since Unica Kardashian.”

They strolled away, carnival lights flashing like paparazzi cameras, laughing, bickering, flirting—and making everyone else slightly uncomfortable with how oddly chaotic their chemistry was.

And somewhere in Jay’s jacket pocket, Unica Kardashian watched it all unfold with her button eyes full of judgment.
this is a masterpiece 🥹
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