#jin cheon

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MAKING IT FOR ENHYPEN AS WELL CZ I AM WATCHING I-LAND AND SELF INFLICTING TRAUMA

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: 뮤즈 온 유명 | Muse on Fame (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Yu Myeong/Cheon Jin, Yu Myeong/Eun Yuhan Characters: Yu Myeong, Cheon Jin, Eun Yuhan Additional Tags: Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Suicidal Ideation, Past Character Death, ep.91, ep.96, Grief/Mourning, References to Depression, Moving On, Terminal Illness, Canon Compliant (kind of), what happened next?, Myeong and Jin both need hugs and ON MY SOUL THEY WILL GET THEM, Slow Burn, Eventual Romance, I LOVE PROCRASTINATION, mid-terms are lowkey beating my ass, Swearing, past major character death but I promise our beloveds are safe, Canonical Character Death, no beta we just die, I am a philosophy major so OF COURSE I found a way to make this about Dostoevsky, (I am so sorry), (I didn’t even fw Dostoevsky before this I swear), Post-Canon Summary:

In which Myeong is left behind and life goes on.

The beach, an old friend, and finding the answer to “What now?”

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MUSE ON FAME. THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED

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Inner Turmoil - Jin Cheon x Reader

Waiting. Or sleeping. That’s all (Y/N) really did— that was all they really could do. After all, they were still hospitalized from an incident that happened years before.

(Y/N) was always in and out of comas. Some were a few hours and some were a few days. Looking at old photos, anyone would realize how their once healthy body was now thin and weak. If you asked them to stand up their bones might just shatter as a result of being bound to the hospital bed for so long.

And maybe if you looked at the photos a little harder you’d notice how the light had left their eyes, and how their warm summer smile had turned to a cold winter glare, but can you really even blame them?

(Y/N) was supposed to be great. They were a star. An actor. They had a start, and maybe it really was unrealistic for somebody coming from a country beach town, but they really had a chance. A chance that was so viciously ripped away from them and replaced with a dull hospital room.

They’ve been here, stuck, for seven years, their only visitor was their eldest sister, Myeong. The rest of their family never cared enough to even call or leave a message. (Y/N) didn’t care. They had so much resentment towards the rest of them anyways, it would probably be worse if they did.

But the one person who (Y/N) so desperately thought was going to visit. Never did. There were no labels, you could probably call him a boyfriend if you really wanted to… but things were different now. The boy that once made (Y/N) feel special and kick their feet, turned out to just be like every other rich kid out there.

They truly were so confident that he’d come back from Seoul to visit them in their little beach town. So confident that they had even given him their expensive watch to tie them to each other.

“Oh! I need to give you your shirt back…” All those years ago, (Y/N) had fretted, for he had only had one hour before he had to return to Seoul.

“You can give it to me next time.”

Next time. He said. Next time.

”Still…” (Y/N) had muttered anxiously as they slipped off their wristwatch.

“Then you take this… it’s expensive, so you have to come back to return it, alright?”

“Alright.”

He had agreed. He had agreed, but he never came back. All of that love and shared passion that they experienced. That ‘movie’ that they filmed together which really only turned out to be a short film. That kiss on the beach while the sun set over the golden horizon and under the pink and purple sky. All had turned into resentment and hatred.

But really, hate was a strong word, and really, it was a lie. Maybe that ‘hatred’ they had for him was a thin thread of hope that they held onto like a lifeline. Maybe it was just a little bit of hope that he’d come see them, after all these years.

But that was impossible. (Y/N) was in a hospital in Seoul now, along with hundreds of other patients. Maybe he really did come back. Maybe he came back and (Y/N) wasn’t there. Maybe he was trying for all of these years to find them.

Or maybe, he was dead.

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“Don’t startle them or ask them too many questions. They’re not an animal in a zoo,” Myeong warned Jin. She couldn’t believe she was even doing this, letting him use her little sibling for a little bit of research for his movie. How could she agree to this?*

“I won’t, I won’t,” Jin rolled his eyes as Myeong nagged him, preparing his questions and his clipboard.

Myeong sighed deeply, gently turning the door handle. Last time they had came, (Y/N) was in yet another coma, and Jin didn’t get to see them at all, but this time, they were wide awake, staring out through the window.

“(Y/N)… somebody’s here to see you.”

And then, it’s what anyone would’ve expected. Jin walked through the door, taking a seat but really not paying all that much attention to (Y/N) yet.

It was really something, when their eyes met. They both had looked the exact same, only with a slight bit of age.

Recognition, hope, and pain.

“…Your family told me you were dead.”

God. He sounded so uncaring, was that really the person he had become? He could blame it on the age or the stress or the fame, but really, it was (Y/N). The breath of fresh air that he had finally gotten, which he thought had been torn away from him forever.**

Of course he had went back anyways. Every year. Maybe (Y/N) would be back and smiling at him just like before. But that never happened. And the actor that was supposed to be his, had only turned into an idea, a muse.

And now, the silence, the heartache, the built up resentment was separating them so greatly. They were so close to each other, if Jin stood up and took a few steps, he’d be at (Y/N)’s side. But the both of them knew how far apart they were.

“I don’t want to see you.” But what were they saying? Of course they did. They wanted nothing more than to see him.

Words can cut deeper than knives sometimes. It hurt the both of them. It’s nothing to shrug off.

“I never thought you’d fake your death,” Jin sneered. How he wanted to hug them and kiss them, carry them back to the beach.

“I didn’t fake my death. You’re just gullible,” (Y/N) shot back viciously. “Take him away, Myeong…”

Something flickered in Jin’s eyes. “Wait, (Y/N)—“

“I said take him away,” (Y/N) turned around in their bed as Myeong pulled Jin away from them.

He was so close. He was so close to them. If he had reached out, he could’ve touched them and felt their hair or their hands.

But now they were separated by a door. I door that represented all of their inner turmoil and pain.

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A/N: Hey guys, if you guys really liked this I’ll probably make a part two, but I’m mostly gonna focus on headcanons for now, since they take less time.

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Jin Cheon Bots (Character AI) - ArtemisLovesPINK

Last updated: 2025 • Feb • 23

10 Bots

❀ = Dialogue from user in greeting

ꕥ = Angst

✿ = Earlier timeline

✣ = Relationship

❀✿ Arcadia

ꕥ✣ You're Not His Muse, But You’re Close Enough

You’re Just Like His Muse

Myeong’s Little Sister

ꕥ Don’t Forget, You’re Replaceable

ꕥ✣ Maybe We Were Never Meant To Be

ꕥ He Hates You

✣ Dinner Date

ꕥ The Bed is Lonely Without You

ꕥ He Thought You Were Dead