Realism (33 realism fanfics)
“You’re an angel, Jinki. Don’t limit your mind.” --- Or in which Jinki becomes a Christmas Angel and Kibum
Kibum walks towards him and plops down beside him on the bench. He bends down to pick up a firetruck-red leaf and hands it to Jinki. “I didn’t think you were here.”
Tzuyu met Sana on that night when the stars shone brighter than anything else. It was fate that brought the two girls together and fate was to decide the crucial impact of their future together as one loving couple.
The star crossed lovers who find themselves back into the feeling of desperation for the comfort of eachother.
Time is a luxury and we only know how precious it is when we lose it. It's the same for Jonghyun, Minjung, Kibum and Taemin who are all staring Death in the eyes, wishing they had more time.
“We should break up,” Jongin says to his reflection in the mirror. “I’m breaking up,” he repeats. Then he shakes his head. He can’t do it. Why is breaking up with someone so difficult?
Jonghyun is awakened at 3 AM when a stranger calls and begs for him to save their life.
The new single, "Mr. Mr." is out and the girls are back in the public eye. Follow our nine angels on a journey even they couldn't predict.
Warning: No happy ending. She knows what she signed up for. She knows it won’t be easy. She knows what to expect. She knows that by falling in love with one of the members of the most popular boy bands in South Korea makes her one out of a million, not one in a million.
This is about the dynamic of two people, how they fit together and their relationship, rather than the characters themselves. What makes them and molds them.
I still have to go to school. Even after school I have to go to school. And this is how I feel about it at this point.
Burning. And the smoke has no direction than up. That bothers me.
I thought about this for a while, and today, I finally got it.
I guess, you were browsing through the internet looking for some fantasy or fiction to pull you away from this reality. And, I don’t blame you. This world is so grey and so bland around us…sometimes when you look around you want to ask yourself… Is there more to life than just this? As silly teenage girls we think traveling the world and trying new thing
With us, it's all about pride.
Look at me, look at me. I'm this. I'm what you want to be. I'm everything you want to be but you can't so I let you live through me. You can pretend to be me throught the magazines but that's all you're going to be with your washed up - I smash my television and rip up my beauty tips. Then settle on the couch while biting my thumb.
A few years on when they crossed paths again.
At most I can be fifteen at heart. And never grow again.