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The apartment is warm in a way that feels lived-in.
Not polished. Not staged. Just real—coats tossed over chair backs, shoes kicked off near the door, half-empty snack bowls scattered across the table. Outside, fireworks echo faintly through the city, but inside, the noise is low, comfortable.
You sit on the floor near the coffee table, legs folded beneath you, watching Donghyuk carefully balance cups while Jinhwan hovers nearby, ready to catch anything that spills.
“You’re stressing,” you say lightly.
“I’m being responsible,” Donghyuk replies, eyes narrowed in concentration.
“That’s stressing,” Yunhyeong says from the couch, grinning.
Jiwon snorts from his spot near the window. “Let him live. It’s the last day of the year.”
You smile, letting the familiar chaos wash over you.
This is how you’ve spent many endings together—not because it was planned, but because it felt right. When the world gets loud, iKON always seems to gravitate toward something quieter.
Junhoe strums absentmindedly at a guitar, no real melody, just sound filling space. Chanwoo sits cross-legged nearby, scrolling on his phone but glancing up often, like he doesn’t want to miss anything.
You catch Junhoe’s eye across the room. He lifts his eyebrows slightly in silent question.
“Why do you always sound like you’re about to give a speech?” Jiwon asks.
“Because I’m the oldest,” Jinhwan replies smugly. “And because this year deserves at least one serious moment.”
That quiets them.
Jinhwan clears his throat. “I was thinking… we say one thing this year took from us. And one thing it taught us.”
Junhoe stops playing. The room settles.
Yunhyeong goes first, easy but sincere.
“It took some of my confidence,” he admits. “But it taught me patience. With myself.”
Donghyuk nods. “It took comfort,” he says. “But it taught me how to adapt.”
Chanwoo fidgets before speaking. “It took certainty. And it taught me how to sit with not knowing.”
Jiwon exhales slowly. “It took energy,” he says honestly. “But it taught me restraint. That not everything needs a reaction.”
Junhoe’s voice is lower when he speaks. “It took parts of my optimism. But it taught me honesty.”
All eyes turn to Jinhwan.
“It took time,” he says simply. “And it taught me that people matter more than schedules.”
Then they look at you.
You hadn’t prepared anything. You never do. But the room feels steady enough to hold the truth.
“It took my sense of direction,” you say quietly. “But it taught me how to stay… even when I’m unsure.”
Junhoe’s gaze sharpens—not intense, just attentive.
As midnight creeps closer, the energy softens instead of rising.
Someone opens the window slightly. Cold air slips in, carrying distant cheers and the sharp crackle of fireworks. You pull your sweater tighter around you.
Without a word, Junhoe stands and drapes his jacket over your shoulders.
“Thanks,” you murmur.
He shrugs. “It’s cold.”
He doesn’t move away.
You both stand near the window now, watching the city light up in bursts of color.
“You okay?” he asks quietly.
“Yeah,” you reply. “Just thinking.”
He nods. “You do that a lot at the end of the year.”
You huff softly. “Occupational hazard.”
He smiles faintly, then grows more serious.
“You know,” he says after a moment, “I worry sometimes that you’ll disappear.”
Your heart tightens. “Disappear?”
“Like,” he explains slowly, choosing his words, “one day you’ll realize this isn’t where you’re meant to be anymore. And you’ll leave quietly. Without anyone noticing until it’s too late.”
You turn toward him.
“I stay because I want to,” you say gently. “Not because I’m stuck.”
“I know,” he replies. “I just… needed to hear it.”
The countdown starts faintly from somewhere down the street.
“Ten.”
Junhoe shifts slightly, closer but not touching.
“Nine.”
“You’ve been constant,” he says. “In a year that wasn’t.”
“Eight.”
“So have you,” you answer.
“Seven.”
He hesitates. “If next year is hard… can we keep being honest like this?”
“Six.”
You smile softly. “I’d like that.”
“Five.”
Relief loosens his shoulders.
“Four.”
Inside, Jiwon starts counting louder than necessary, clearly early.
“Three.”
Junhoe lets out a quiet laugh.
“Two.”
You reach out, fingers brushing his sleeve—just enough to be intentional.
“One.”
Fireworks erupt, painting the sky in color. Cheers burst from inside the apartment. Someone yells Happy New Year! far too loudly.
But you and Junhoe stay where you are, the noise muffled, the moment contained.
“Happy New Year,” he says.
“Happy New Year.”
Later, when the celebration dissolves into quieter conversation and laughter, you sit on the couch between Donghyuk and Yunhyeong, warmth on both sides.
Jinhwan hands out drinks. Chanwoo starts talking about plans for the next year—half-joking, half-serious. Jiwon listens more than he speaks.
Junhoe catches your eye from across the room.
Not a promise.
Not a confession.
Just shared understanding.
The year has turned.
And instead of feeling like something you have to survive, it feels like something you can step into—carrying what mattered, leaving behind what didn’t, and staying where you’re wanted.
You know something is wrong the moment you open the dorm door.
It’s too quiet.
iKON’s dorm is never quiet—not unless something has broken, someone is plotting, or Jun-hoe is sulking dramatically in his room. You step inside cautiously, shoes still on, keys clenched between your fingers like a weapon.
“Jun-hoe?” you call.
Silence.
You take two more steps in—and immediately slip.
“WOAH—”
Strong hands grab your arms before you hit the floor.
“There!” Bobby laughs, steadying you. “Told you someone would die if we left the decorations out.”
You look down.
Tinsel. Everywhere. Half the living room looks like Christmas threw up.
“You idiots,” you breathe out, relieved and exasperated all at once.
From the kitchen, Yunhyeong pops his head out.
“She’s here!”
The dorm explodes into noise.
Donghyuk cheers. Chanwoo nearly knocks over a chair getting up. Bobby lets go of you only to pull you into a crushing hug.
“Welcome home, noona,” he says.
That word—home—hits harder than you expect.
Being Koo Jun-hoe’s big sister means you’ve seen every version of him.
The kid who refused to sing in front of people.
The trainee who slammed doors when he felt misunderstood.
The idol who hides softness behind a rough voice and sharp edges.
And through it all, you somehow became iKON’s unofficial anchor.
Not their manager.
Not their parent.
Just… the person who showed up.
Jun-hoe emerges from his room last, hood pulled low, hands shoved into his pockets like he’s bracing himself.
He stops when he sees you.
“…You came.”
You open your arms. “Of course I did.”
He doesn’t hesitate. He walks straight into you, burying his face against your shoulder like he’s seventeen again, not a grown man with fans and stages and pressure pressing in from every side.
“You okay?” you ask softly.
He nods once. “Better now.”
Donghyuk watches the exchange with a fond smile.
“He’s been moody all day.”
Jun-hoe groans. “Hyung—”
“He’s lying,” Bobby adds. “He’s been moody all week.”
You sigh. “Shocking.”
Christmas prep is chaos.
Yunhyeong insists on cooking everything himself. Bobby insists on “helping” and ends up stealing ingredients. Chanwoo is in charge of music and somehow only plays loud hype tracks instead of carols.
Jun-hoe sticks close to you, pretending not to.
He hands you things before you ask. Moves chairs out of your way. Keeps an eye on you like you might disappear if he blinks too long.
“Relax,” you murmur. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I know,” he says quietly. “I just like seeing you here.”
Dinner is loud. Food is good. Laughter fills the room in a way that feels earned.
At one point, Donghyuk raises his glass.
“To noona,” he says. “For putting up with all of us.”
“Especially Jun-hoe,” Chanwoo adds.
Jun-hoe flips him off. You laugh.
Later, gifts are exchanged messily—no order, no rules.
You didn’t expect anything.
They give you things anyway.
A scarf. A hoodie. Something handmade. Something thoughtful.
Jun-hoe hands you his gift last.
It’s small.
Inside is a keychain—simple, worn leather, engraved with a tiny “IKON.”
“So you don’t forget,” he mutters.
You blink. “Forget what?”
“That you’re always part of this. Even if you’re not here every day.”
You pull him into a hug before he can look away.
“I could never forget you,” you whisper. “Any of you.”
Later still, when most of the chaos has settled, you find Jun-hoe on the balcony, cigarette unlit between his fingers, staring out at the city.
You take it from him and tuck it into his pocket.
“Not tonight.”
He exhales, then chuckles. “You never change.”
“You’d complain if I did.”
He leans against the railing, shoulders slumped—not weak, just tired.
“You know,” he says quietly, “when things get hard… I think about Christmases like this. When everything felt… safe.”
You step closer. “You’re allowed to feel safe now too.”
He looks at you then—really looks.
“Stay a bit longer?” he asks.
You smile. “I always do.”
Inside, iKON is sprawled across couches and floors, half-asleep, lights blinking softly.
You sit among them, warmth pressing in from all sides.
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I'm surprised kdrama community isn't talking about No Mercy / 단죄 / Conviction
Revenge drama? With badass female protagonist that doesn't fear going against scammers and corrupt politicians? Charismatic villain that makes you torn between hating him and rooting for him? Passionate handsome detective who will sacrifice anything for justice? Fun charming hacker and stoic right-hand man bad guy?
It's also aromantic safe BUT the chemistry is amazing, the powerful avenger-like female-male duo who cares about each other a lot (but there are nuances), the characters are morally grey and complex (all, even main heroes), the relevant topics of AI, deepfakes, the cruel consequences of its usage and temptations, nice plot surprises every ep -
And it's just 8 episodes, it doesn't have the greatest budget or famous actors, but the quality is great, the Korean satoori is delicious, the eng subs are decent and it's on KOCOWA (and well, in other places)
I wanted to attach any gif but no one is even giffing it yet. Give it a chance, guys, I wanna talk about it with someone 🫠
