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Another unsuccessful comeback and Seulgi's anxiety could not have gotten worse than it already was... Except for the fact that she now has to be involved in a fake dating scandal. Want to know something that makes it even, even worse? She is involved in a dating scandal with no other than the person whose guts she hates the most. Lee Taeyong.
After Red Velvet's disbandment, Seulgi decides to move to England and becomes one of the most popular fashion designers in the country. One day, she gets an offer to design the stage outfits for a very popular Korean boy group during their Britain tour. Little did she know that she would be styling her ex-boyfriend, Lee Taeyong - Who she, by the way, still has feelings for.
Seulgi hates flowers, but Taeyong thinks otherwise.
"Are you scared?" After an attempt of drugging the people in a famous club, the FBI manages to capture the members of the criminal gang, Red Velvet, except for their leader, Kang Seulgi. Noticing the fact that she can’t free her members alone, she decides to seek help from one of the best criminals out there. Lee Taeyong. But she soon realises that she has to face other tasks before she can get to her goal.
This year, Seulgi lives a little more freely.
The friend label Is a label that I got to hate The feelings I've hidden still remain As a painful secret memory The photos that can't define Our relationship is a heartbreaking story I'm sorry, summer, now goodbye NOTE: I've participated in a content named Scent of a 'Scent of a Rose.' Here's the link: https://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1413153/scent-of-a-rose-writing-contest-red-velvet-merchandise-giveaway-closed-for-judging
"Just trust me, okay?" Lee Taeyong, a top spy at SM Agency, has been assigned to work on a new mission with the newly recruited spy, Kang Seulgi. Will they get along and complete the mission, or will other things get in their way?
“Do you think we’ll remain best friends when one of us gets married in the future?” Seulgi asked absentmindedly, her eyes lost, studying Taeyong’s facial features. “I won’t get married if you promise not to get married.” Taeyong answered, closing his eyes. “That’s impossible.” Seulgi replied in a quiet voice. She raised a hand and gently ran her fingertips along Taeyong’s cheek earning a soft hum from the boy. “I know you’ll fall in love eventually.” “I already have.”
"Noona, did you come all the way here just to tell me 'Happy Birthday'?"
Seulgi and Taeyong send each other various emails about nothing and everything as they try to keep up with their erratic lives after meeting on a forum called Generation Joy. Their letters always start with Dear and end with Yours truly or Your one and only because that's how letters shall be written but as time passes, those courteous salutations start to take a different meaning for the both of them.
He zones in, she zones out.
Because in his arms, she felt invincible.
Good girls don't love bad guys.
He was the reason. But never in his wildest dreams would he ever expect her to become his reason. He was the reason. But he did it all for her. "Lies stick, they are sticky In this gray city, it ain’t got a chance I wondered when the future was gonna come But it’s in front of my eyes
They're now like night and day. He feels like she's no longer within his reach, that he had missed his only chance. A very rough drabble.
love can be long-winded. love can be fleeting. some love is stuck in a limbo. alternately: taeyong and seulgi are trying their best to keep together something that has already fallen apart.
Yeah, that's how love is. The start and end is always so different.
Seulgi walked into the SM Building, and started walking over to where the dance practice rooms were. It was her first time here in 2 years, but this time, not as a trainee. She was now a dance coach. And she was to coach him...
"I just woke up from a dream. To find that sad star so far away again." - One of these Nights, Red Velvet