Angst (65,521 angst fanfics)
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Once upon a time, in a land faraway, there lived—or, more precisely existed—a spirt. Due to the fact that she was invisible to the world, she was lonly, yet she felt nothing because it was something she was used to suffering. However, that was all before she met him.
Suga and J-Hope met a cold night. One is beaten the other wants a shelter. Since that day they become inseperable. J-Hope and Suga have feeling for each other but both are obvlious of that. Their everyday life is too harsh to even have time for being in love. Jun, Suga's ex friend is a huge obstacle toward their happy life. How this story end up? Read and find out
Jonghyun suffers an inexplicable sadness. One that few people he interacts with in his daily life understand. So no one bothers to stay.
Luhan was shy. Kris was mysterious. HIs eyes.. So dark..
There's a saying that goes nobody is perfect, and we often use it to excuse our mistakes, but when you say it to brush the weight of your wrong doings off of your shoulders, are you accepting what you did was wrong, or are you really just avoiding the consequences? And so, when you have been unloved your entire life, are you capable of loving?**WARNING: Contains abusive language, and little violence**
No one knows how to justify leaving the one who loves us. Sometimes, the only justification we can give is that we don't love them.
Being betrayed is devastating in itself. Being the scapegoat of a betryal, is a whole other level of devasatation. Trying to work my way to the truth and regaining the trust of others once more, can be catastrophic.
He fell for her. She loved him back and her love changed him. But one day, without any reason, she left him. And never returned, untill today. Junmyeon wanted her love back. But Eunsoo's heart was frozen. Frozen because of some unknown reason.
I have always loved it, no scratch that I worshipped it. The night; my only solace, my master ,my lover... And as stood there my pupils dilating, I watched his face distort, fangs bare, mouth open slightly, his nostrils flaring. He dragged his claw and touched the glass, as his palm flattened on it my heartbeat started to thunder. That glass was the only thing that kept me intact both physically and mentally. That ''thing'', -he, was the perfect equiv