Happy Early
Description
Hana has been in a relationship with the popular idol, Heechul, since the high school days. His schedule keeps him extremely busy most of the time, causing him to celebrate major holidays early.
Foreword
WARNING:: Fail fluff and excessive cutesy and annoying lovey-dovey junk.
This fanfic is inspired by my lovely wifey Hana. =D +^-^+ She wasn't gonna let me in the bed so I wrote up a fic for her. It was going to be an easter present, but I wrote it off the top of my head through MSN, so please forgive it if the first segment is fail. XD
I asked her whether I should post it, since I don't see many cutesy-pointless one-shotters of Heenim out there, she said maybe if I made it longer. And so here it is! Instead of being an easter story, it's a HOLIDAY story. =D Enjoy a CUTE and ADORABLE Heenim for a change.
I guess if you want to make it a "you" fic. OO Just replace "Hana" with "You" xDD
Please do not be a silent reader. <3 If I love you enough you get an FF too. =D (I will take requests possibly~)
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I'm currently writing a "novel" fanfic, "Chanced! Into Me"
Check it out~ It's mostly written, but I'm taking my time releasing the chapters- rereading them, filling in plot holes. This story is well thought out~ Please enjoy!!
The world of a recovering girl group is a confusing place. This particular group, Where Ends Meet, has been abandoned by their leader for complicated reasons. W.E.M. is desperately working for a strong comeback and as they take time preparing, one thing happens after another. People are met, relationships are formed, and secrets are revealed. A simple meeting by chance can change the me of yesterday to a different me of today.
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She was smaller than she’d ever been before. The bookshelves towered over her; she was too weak to lift even a single story. Gentle fingertips brushed against the binding remorsefully, wondering what possibly could have gone wrong...
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