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Chanyeol is very awkward; he stalks a certain Byun Baekhyun on Tumblr. Kai brings a friend over to Sehun's and Chanyeol's shared apartment for some video game action and chaos ensues.
Yixing takes a trip to the art gallery for a much needed break from studying for his university entrance exams. Soon he learns that nothing is as it seems, and art galleries can, in fact, be dangerous.
Tao's an awkward teenager with awkward, nerdy friends in a hellhole commonly referred to as 'school'. He soon finds that some members of the student body need to be taught their place.
A new technology allows doctors to travel through one's memories and grant them their dying wish. Baekhyun and Chanyeol get more than they bargained for when their client, Sehun, wants to go to the moon.
I take in my surroundings, reaching my hand out to trace the petals of bright yellow wildflowers that nurse my small frame in their arms. Endless forest surrounds me, it seems to stretch on forever into the distance; a mess of creeper vines, fallen branches, and decaying leaves.
Sehun practically glares at him as he shovels a fork covered in slightly overcooked pasta into his mouth, using his free hand to attempt to close down the page of Google he’s got up on his desktop computer. Kyungsoo’s pretty sure he shouldn’t be googling anything on the job, but it’s not like he’s Sehun’s boss or anything so it really doesn’t matter.
The stupid taller teen now had shorter black hair that made his pointed ears stick out and Kyungsoo was sure that such a look on Chanyeol must be illegal because he thought his was in Middle-earth and Chanyeol was one of the elves that Kyungsoo would really rather not spend his time with, especially with that semi-permanent creepy grin.
Tao awakens with a start, eyes wide, breath quick and raspy. He whirls around, but the danger the blonde faced is nowhere in sight. The moon shines above, and Tao has the sudden urge to move. He thinks that dream was real. But it was a dream, he reminds himself. Dreams are imagination. Dreams are unreality.
He had a deep voice, and when I reached for him he didn’t flinch as I ran my hands along his face, trying to place his features and remember them permanently underneath my steady hands. He was the only one that didn’t flinch. The rest did.
There's next to no ONE OK ROCK fanfiction and I decided to write a short oneshot both to get myself back into writing and share a little something with fans of this amazing band!