Moonsun (1,256 moonsun fanfics)
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They had been answering fan’s questions while being all lovey-dovey, nothing new. They were being their usual selves until an awestruck Solar stared lovingly at her girlfriend and kissed her cheeks out of the blue without even realising they weren’t alone.
How can two opposite poles meet?
Why can't I?
“Noona….” Xiumin croaked unsteadily. “Hey bro, watsups?” Moonbyul flipped her silver luscious hair with one hand while another flipping the thick pile of papers in a file labelled “FBI Highly confidential” and her eyes narrowed and struck on the screen intensively. “I met with an accident…” “WHAT!” Moonbyul almost fell from her chair if not for her agility. “Unnie I am ok, but I need your help.” Xiumin’s voice is a little shakily. “What nonsense are yo
An innocent question, a touch of magic...and a journey to retrace the path to happiness. or Mamamoo accidentally pushed their 'restart' button.
It's hard to make out with your wife when your 3-year-old just wants you to pay attention and watch the movie.
Byulyi and Yongsun come from two different worlds. Byulyi is the heiress of a rich family, Yongsun lives a normal life, not entirely sure what she wants to do with it. Still, both meet and eventually develop a deep friendship which potentially could be so much more.
Compilation of Moon and Sun AUs, one-shot and multichapter. Daycare AU: 1/? Kim Yongsun adores and love children, on top of that she's being paid. She's leading a life with an ideal job for her. What she doesn't expect is falling for one of her student's parent.
Solar is a beautiful and one of the youngest singer-actress whom the whole country love. She has a personal bodyguard, her name is Moonbyul. It was always Moonbyul looking after solar, now that solar realises her real feeling, what will happen?
Just a collection of one-shots revolving around Mama-Mama-Mama-Moooooo.
Solar x Moon Byul
When Byul is exhausted, life gives her Krystal.
Byulyi wants to write a story for Yongsun, but doesn't know where to begin. Why not ask the object of affection herself for a bit of advice?
"Okay, here's what I think. I think you're an idiot. I think you're greasy. I think your pickup lines are terrible. And I think I'm in love with you."
Pasaban mucho tiempo juntas, incluso noches, pero aun así ellas seguían siendo... Nada.