Domestic (202 domestic fanfics)
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Kyungsoo was apart of the large percentage of teenagers living in New York foster care. Jongin was apart of the small percentage of richest people in America. By fate, their worlds collided. By circumstance, their lives changed forever. By default, they became apart of a different statistic. By choice, they decided not to look back. In theory, it was easier said than done.
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Jeongcheol ; Coupshan drabble collection.
Who would've thought that one could love their brother this much?“Gwiboon and Taemin sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G…” “Grow up.” “First comes love, then comes marriage…” “Oh my God, shut up.” “Then comes baby in a baby carriage.” “Mooooooooo
Just a collection of all the fests I've joined.
This is just a story of Wonwoo who loves his husband so much, but what Mingyu can do? He doesn't have any feeling as Wonwoo does. Wonwoo was pregnant, but Mingyu doubts if it's not his child. "So.. You never love me?" Wonwoo asked in hoarse. Mingyu keeps looking at him and ignored his wife question. Mingyu ruffled his hair then the younger can hear a loud door slam.
In which SHINee is a cliché family in the best ways possible.
A collection of drabbles centered around Do Kyungsoo, all set in the same universe. (Often humorous and mostly pointless)
kyungsoo takes a deep breath through his nose. “park chanyeol, i am going to look into that box, and if i see a dog, i will give you a three second head-start. i suggest you use those three seconds wisely.” “okay,” chanyeol giggles again.
“Gently,” Kris murmured, Joonmyeon’s hands still in his as they cracked the rest of the eggs. Once Kris was sure no eggshells made it to the pan, he removed himself slowly from behind Joonmyeon, trying hard not to show that he was affected by the proximity and the fact that Joonmyeon’s hair smelled really good.
“Ah, really. Chanyeol doesn’t exactly know how to explain to his blind husband that he has fallen out of love.”
“Where’s my toothbrush?” Howon appears in the bedroom, a rag in hand, his hair messy and damp from whatever it was he had been doing in the living room. “Isn’t it in that box?” he asks, pointing at the very same box Woohyun had just searched through for the last half an hour. “No, it wasn’t, I checked,” Woohyun grumbles, pouting a little without thinking. He makes a face, sticking his lower lip out further, and Howon laughs. [Or, a collection of domes
I am Lee Aeri and I have twelve protective, handsome, smart brothers. And this is our mischievous life.
Where Namjoon and Seokjin are the parents of bumbly, fumbly bangtan babies.
Baekhyun is willing to do anything to escape his sorrows, even if it means running away and starting his life over in a new city, with a new job. His nepenthean encounters come in the form of a single father and his five-year-old son.
You and Taehyung are expecting baby number 2.