Sliceeoflife (188 sliceeoflife fanfics)
jungkook and jimin were the best of friends, but things changed as they moved into senior high, and jimin self-destructs about a thousand times over before moving on. full story of prelude: two years can be a lot of things.
Ia adalah ubat. Ia adalah penawar. Ia amat sempu
Chae Ah believed that her marriage was going to last forever, how utterly mistaken she was, finding out that her husband is nothing like the man she fell in love with, he leaves her and she goes into depression and tried to kill herself. Jimin vows that he will never ever let his sister go through such pain ever again. with the help of his friends, they try to bring Chae Ah back into the light.
Aku seorang remaja yang berumur 15 tahun, Kehilangan ibu-bapa, dan tinggal di dalam rumah anak yatim.
Erstwhile ; At one time, for a time "You know you are in love when reality is finally better than dream." It began as a girl tries to end her life, but at the end of the tunnel she encountered with someone, someon
Even going from mochi to muscle, he is still sweetest thing ever.
The cute and funny adventures of a boy and his best friend. Comedy, School Life, Slice of life, Shounen Ai, Chanbaek, Mature (Funny though, at some points) Slight VIOLENCE, slight ANGST, Fluff (Sort of)(Your fluff and my fluff may be different :0)
Being a teenager is a weird time. Everything is the biggest deal in the world, make one mistake and you're enemies with your best friend, your first love is your last love. It's all so dramatic and confusing. Yixing tells him it's not like a drama, but Taekwoon honestly begs to differ.
Baekhyun bleeds dreary gray while Chanyeol emanates color. Chanyeol proves to Baekhyun that things don't have to fit perfectly to be beautiful.
"We're just friends, I swear!" Always the words I keep telling myself. No use in convincing your mind when your heart speaks the truth on your real feelings.
People said youth was the most beautiful moment of life. We laughed. We cried. We fought and loved endlessly. Everything we were done in the name of “being young". We dreamt of dream. We ran after them without any doubt. We made mistake to learn to fix it. Isn’t it? Is this what we call a fix? Where did the laugh we used to share toget