Parkjinyoung (301 parkjinyoung fanfics)
<"Jaebum hyung.....What happened to forever?"> <"Jinyoungie.....What happened to staying?"> ]a/n This is my very first story so please no hate im just a person wanting to write. I will try to post every few days because I have school and sports. But the max amount of days is a week i promise.I will inform you othrrwise.Who am I kidding who is going to read this :')]
Park Jinyoung was unsure when he started taking notice of the man with brown hair with his camera. Perhaps it was the day when Jinyoung finally noticed the said man had gone to every single fan sign events that his group had held. Or was it that time when Bambam, one of his group member, pointed out the brown hair male with his big expensive camera was a fan of Jinyoung? He wasn't sure, but one thing he was sure of was his growing curiosity of the man behind the camera.
Mark and Jinyoung decided to watch Jinyoung's drama together. The one with the kiss. Mark's trying to handle it but Jinyoung knows his boyfriend better than that.
Fate - be destined to happen, turn out, or act in a particular way.
Follows the story of Im Jaebum as he learned how to cope with loss.
I guess only time will tell if we're meant for this, right?
Mark has a schedule and likes to go to bed on time everyday. However, things change when someone shows up to his room at an ungodly hour, and it turns out, Mark doesn't mind it much at all.
4 times you run into him and 1 time he catches you (off guard)
Being together after Mark's unexpected heartbreak that no one can heal but Jinyoung suddenly come to heal it. Is the wound already perfectly healed? Is Jinyoung really the one for Mark? Are they destined for each other? Well, they are. But not until Jinyoung get bored and decided to avoid Mark who had completely fall for him now.
The worst feeling is when you have to say goodbye to someone you want to spend every minute with.
forever was supposed to be the two of you, but now, it’s all infinity.
Based on a true story, this fic is about Park Jinyoung meeting a redhead stranger on the subway who loves reading as much as he is. When one time he decided to take his chance of confessing his feelings, things did not exactly turn out his way until that unexpected moment where his feelings toward the other were no longer one-sided. However, will it be too late then?
I once heard that 'since the creation of the universe, everything was destined'. And as I stare at the six men playing before my eyes, I'll like to believe that's true.
Silence has a meaning. No, not being completely quiet or the complete absence of sound. It can mean the loudest and most powerful scream -