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San Maryosa City. A small city full of pure love. But for those who play with love, there's a painful game for them; Love or Lost Game. You, Park Sora, 17, recently move to a small city because of your father's work. Being a "good" daughter you are, you didn't protest and followed your family there. Entering a new school seems to be a plain boring scene for you. To you, everything is the same in your life. Same routine. Same bored feelings.
a simplistic story about EXO
"People who aren't skaters don't understand what courage it takes to be one. It's the same with love. People who haven't loved yet don't understand what courage it takes to do so."
Sehun asks about Kyungsoo's relationship with Jongin, and before he knows it, Kyungsoo rants on about why they haven't talked for days. Sehun's heart beats faster and faster. Has he fallen in love with his friend?
Jongin saves Kyungsoo from bullying and offers him help.
For true love is found with the person who owns your heart. Yet, the person who has ownership of Kyungsoo’s beating organ has no knowledge of his possession. And Kyungsoo couldn’t allow him that awareness, frightened that the fall of an Empire would follow thereafter; an Empire built on the numerous years of their friendship which would crumble to the ground if his feelings were ever acknowledged.
Do you believe that love can make people do crazy things? Or do you believe love can make people change? Or do you believe love concurs all? Well, this story begins along time ago when there's this boy who been abandoned by his parents in front of a widow house. The widow doesn't have a child of her own since his husband died by the deadly disease. During a heavy rain at night when she almost fall asleep,the doors been knocked. She walk her way to the front door and open it when ther
A heal that burns, And the heart of others he earns, For fate may play its twist and turns
A fanfiction full of fluff, about Kris and Suho featuring their adorable ten sons.
I never hated myself so much, until I realized that I have this phobia of interacting close with my crush. It was when the love of my high school life went to my table at the cafeteria, smiling fondly at me and my friends. And what I did was turning that grin upside down. I believe that hatred and love have a very thin line--meaning have no much difference--as thin as silk. And this would be the death of me as suddenly, that guy switched classes in our second year.