BTS is a new rookie group trying to make a name for themselves in the music industry. But things get rough when Kim Taehyung makes an enemy with a famous blogger.
The alarm went off in the whole station. Sungyeol didn't even register that he had dropped the pen, which was still laying infront of the shelf, or the chart. Woohyun hadn't even registered that he still h
Park Sora falls in love easily, but despite always giving her best, always get her heart crushed in the end. "How do you know he's the one? I kept thinking that the last o
I’m ready to accept any decision of my parents if it will make them happy.- Sungyeol Nobody can make decisions for me, it’s my life.- Myungsoo
"Don't lie to me. I already saw you with him. Nothing is going to convince me now."
They just need a little light to show them the way, when their world is plunged into darkness. And Myungsoo is the light-bringer who recently lost his wings.
He was someone who never shows when he was falling apart, but all the new thing that occur makes he feels 'LIFELESS'
The day SungYeol met Kim MyungSoo the sun was shining... The day SungYeol met Nam WooHyun it was raining...
Myungsoo’s life was planned. And everything about it was perfect. As Myungsoo thought. President and boss of Kim Enterprises. And as cocky, mean, impatient and annoying as one could ever get.
Attention all Inspirits! I'm very happy to say that I will be posting my Infinite scenarios on Asian Fanfics as well now!! *claps* whoohoo!! So be excited okay!!! So far I have been getting multiple requests for Sungjong and Myungsoo so there will be tons of them for the Myungsoo/Sungjong lovers out there. I know you will be wanting the rest of the members so if you would like me to continue writing for the others
The fire alarm goes off at 3 a.m. and Sungyeol finds himself standing next to the cute guy from the apartment next door who happens to be in nothing but red polka dot underwear.
The story of ourselves and us.
A drabble of some sort. Hi you guys! This is my first boyxboy piece of writing (because I seriously do not consider this a fanfic; it's more like word vomit. It literally is) ever. I'm a total noob at writing, but I hope you like it.
Drabbles about Park Chanyeol, the happy virus, and Shin Sung Woo, the charming rocker.
It's been 2 years and 3 months. Myungsoo had moved on from crying almost every night for a whole 8 months, having to be forced to eat, failing classes, and being involve in a fight after Sungyeol left. It came to the point where sunggyu
As the constantly bullied maknae of Infinite, Sungjong was tired of it all.
Bisa bantu aku? Yakinkan dia. Karena dia tidak percaya padaku. Katakan padanya kalo dia menang. Aku telah jatuh cinta padanya.
Woohyun is the tree and Sungyeol is the sunset. Miyoung wants to be the stardust.
This is a non-sense story. Don't read this!
Goong!AU - Rising photographer Kim Myungsoo returns home to find that their family has a long-running oath with the royal family- to marry one of the royal sons. Nobody is all that enthusiastic, but the prince in question is especially a moody git. "Hey . You don't wanna marry my sister?" The solution is a deal with a 50/50 chance outcome.
I led a life on this planet for almost my whole life. I lived normally, and by normal I mean avoiding overly close contact with human beings. I did a damn good job not getting attached to people, I was doing great in fact... until he moved in, with his dark eyes and looming height. Just another neighbor, another person to ignore.
Puberty can be magic for some people, take Myungsoo for example. Yet, it can also be a for others like Sungyeol. Luckily, fairy godfathers do exist in this word. “My mom always told me I had some potential to be a good looking human being, but she never told me how or why. When puberty came along, she wondered whether it had hit me yet. I think my dad and I got the hint and took it as it is. I wasn’t ever going to be hot. My mom on the other hand n
This is a story of Sungyeol writing a letter to Myungsoo, after not talking in over a year. He finally had the guts to ask him the things he wanted to asked.
What is the price of getting another chance? A story on slices of life.