My box of plot-bunnies during my time working on the big project. All oneshots, length varies, genre varies, strictly YY. Won't post regularly, though, since plot-bunnies never reach an agreement with me about the time they can pop up.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

Hey, have you ever heard of a story told by an old couch or a wooden table? No? Then buckle up and get your popcorns, because we're about to go on a ride. // A 3-shots ssambbang story.                                                                                                                                                      

Sejeong was kicked out from IOI's group chatroom. In the first day the chatroom was created. And that's how it all began.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

Math is difficult, sure. Hitomi won’t argue against that. But if there’s one more thing harder than math, falling for your tablemate should be one strong contender. (highschool au, inspired by iz*chu s2)                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

"Chungha?" Sejeong whispered. Chungha looked at her, and Sejeong stared back, a bead of sweat trickling past her right temple. "Could I be in love?" -- (a naruto!au, ot11, and madness, all swirled into a fic made solely to vent my stress as midterm exams are nearing. HELP.)                                                                                                                                                                                               

— so love until you're dead.   //   a collection of short, light glimpses; on our precious ssambbang across the worlds and universes.   //   current: "Not every slime finds home, Chaewon-sshi," Hitomi says. Her voice is light, and Chaewon should have found it calming.                                                                      

Yuri works through her feelings a few hours after the last concert. It's probably not the best idea, considering her ache is still raw and her head is hurting. Nako isn't in their shared room either, having gone to gather with Hitomi and Sakura, and... and Yuri needs to get out. She can't handle the loud silence of loneliness any longer. (For the record, neither can Minjoo.)                                   

Irene Bae is attending her seventh year. Kang Seulgi is enjoying her fifth year. Their path crosses in a Quidditch team, the Library, the Great Hall, the Black Lake, and the list goes on. Whether it's incidental or not, Irene isn't impressed, and whether Irene is impressed or not, Seulgi grins and says stupid things. What will happen when the Potions Professor task seventh year students to brew Amortentia, and what's a mistletoe doing on the corridor?!                                 

The forest is angry, the town people have said. (They aren't wrong.)                                                                                                                                              

Waiting isn't something we'll gladly do, more so when we don't know when to stop—or rather, how to stop. Time never waits for you, after all, so why should you wait for others? It's a waste of time.   Yet, you still do it.             Words count: 14800                                                                                                                                                                                 

Another long scroll, and her thumb finally pauses over the latest message from Chaewon. A simple see you soon, received two days ago. // a bnha!au ssambbang oneshot. happy belated birthday, our precious hitomi :)                                                                                    

Bersenang-senanglah, kar'na hari ini yang 'kan kita rindukan.   //   Koleksi fanfiksi lokal super-pendek tentang anggota-anggota IZ*ONE, dari berbagai semesta dunia, tak terkungkung ruang maupun masa.   //   Terbaru: drabble hyewon x minjoo, ssambbang, sama wonyoung x yujin dari prompt twitter beberapa bulan lalu :]                                                                             

Somi has to stop calling an urgent meeting for every little thing. Jieqiong has to stop taking a day off. Chungha has to stop throwing random things around. Sohye has to stop keeping score of two people bickering. Nayoung has to stop losing her emotion chip. Yoojung has to stop crushing people way too easily, and Doyeon has to stop caring too much. (Loosely based on IOI unit's Whatta Man MV.)                                                                                              

Doyeon was forced to run a delivery service. Yoojung was a ball of awkwardness. Sohye was a broccoli hater. Sejeong was an overprotective unnie, while Chungha wasn't any better - she's just more subtle about it.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

"Sometimes you gotta break the rules and stand apart ignore your head and follow your heart." Sounds so damn right, doesn't it? But what could a wise words do when it faced the reality? None. Kwon Yuri wished she had stuck with her head and ignored her heart; so that she didn't have to go back to December all the time. A/N: This is a yoonyul oneshot dedicated to SNSD's Black Pearl Kwon Yuri who had celebrated her birthday several days ago~ Happy belated birt

wherein hitomi regrets following nako and sakura into the journalist club, their group chat is filled with pumpkins and questionable moments, nako is unapologetically loud, and eunbi is there to make their life hard—not necessarily in that order.   

They never fought. Never went into war-mode. The furthest they did were arguing and bickering, and then made up. So when they tasted the untested area, they broke. Confused, anxious, lost... ...and hurt. "Are you guys fighting?" asked Taeyeon, eyes curiously flickered back and forth between the two.   Word count: 10400   A/N: here's a failed attempt at re-testing my long-unused writing skill. Hop

On the day leading up to her birthday, the server the twelve of them are in is quiet, and every chat Eunbi sends out is swallowed by the void — or at least that's what it feels like.                                                                                                                        

Out of everything, she stood contemplating her life. She had at least two things went well while one thing went downhill. And she should be able to life with that. After all, one was nothing against two. Except that that was exactly where she was wrong; this one wasn't nothing. Not to her. It became harder to bear, then, when that one thing became her everything.                                                                                                                            

In which Yuri and Yoona had been drifting apart, Taeyeon gave up, Tiffany loved pink, Soosica danced around each other, Hyoseo learned everything about gogumas, and Sunny bought a magazine. (Inspired by Milk Magazine's Interview with Yuri)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

Seulgi has gone through a few songs before she finally picks the song of her life.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

despite the title this is really just a place for me to post the little stuffs i write for flufftober 2022 prompts. won't post everyday or every prompt; i'll only do the ones i can 'cause life is hard enough as it is. // latest prompt: "you kept this?" (iz*one kkuchaen)                                                                                                                                                   

leechae: upon seeing this gc they simultaneously dropped their phones and are too scared to touch it now.                                                                                                         

“I don’t want you to think of us as a world you have to bear on your shoulders.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

It’s Joohyun’s birthday and Seulgi comes with empty hands.       (college!au)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

— there's you and i, in every word.   //   a collection of my drabbles for the 16 one-word-prompts i got from twitter (+ discord).                                                                                                                                                                    

Eunbi squints. Hyewon’s eyebrows furrow even as a smile curves her lips, bemused at the same time it’s secretive. Very suspicious.                                                                                                                           

Hitomi's life is made more colourful by a curse-countering charm; only, by 'curse' we don't mean a malediction or a hex or a voodo, no. We mean 'curse' as in literal curse words. Like damn—    //    #SoftestSsambbangDay                                                                                       

"Promise me if we're not married by the time we're 45, we'd marry each other."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

An assassination plan that didn't actually end up with murder, and a case of soulmates who made everything unnecessarily harder for themselves? Sounds about right.         (a.k.a the ssambbang and yulyen sorta-kinda-fantasy au no one asked for.)