a jeti winter oneshot. just had to write it since i spot no new jeti first snow stories this year ^^

happy 9th jetidal wave fellow surfers!~ a jeti one-shot: from hate to love. and of cuz a happy ending :D

firstly, take a trip down ur memory lane to ur first love, ur first crush.. feel the excitement again, feel the hope, feel the love... and now the story of a first love begins...     Tiffany couldn’t remember when or how she fell in love with her. Or maybe she just didn’t realize it at first when she felt the love since it was her first timebut when she did reali

an one-shot filled with sweetness.   purely jeti <3

the sequel of Of All the Sweet Things in Life. (link: http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/247891/of-all-the-sweet-things-in-life-jeti) just as random but just not as sweet :D

A short one-shot. In case you're wondering where you have read this before, it was submitted into the Gathering: JeTi and TaengSic fanfic contest on soshified.

  Love will always find the way...    

"I was attracted that very second I saw her." What we had was a relationship that needed no words. To hear her say the words "I love you." "It was the first time I heard her voice but at that moment, I did not know that it might also be the last."

  People say lives can change in a second but I say that they are wrong. My life changed in a millisecond.   People say to forgive, forget, and fix your live from the past that cannot be changed. But how can I forgive myself, forget her, and fix a river that has already changed its course away fr

A YoonYul one-shot inspired by the fact that they were left behind in Korea during SMTown in LA.

    “Hey, why don’t we become a couple for a day?” Sunny suggested. “A couple?” Taeyeon asked.

Two hearts... dedicated only for each other.

A Closed Door, a red carpeted staircase, a wedding ceremony...

another JeTi oneshot. inspired by Jessica's and Tiffany's Dior Snow CFs. some lines are taken from the commercials.

It was 11:00 p.m. on December 24th. It was just another Christmas Eve. It was just the end of another busy day at Sunflower café. A black-haired girl swayed along to the carol she was humming while cleaning the tables one last time and closing down the shop. She walked towards the coffee machine and prepared to make one last cup of coffee. Her coworkers have long left to hit the sales and party all night, but she had stayed behind because she had something to do, or rather, someone to wait for.