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" Suprise ! Aku dah single balik !" " Jadi ?" " Aku dah boleh kembali pada kau !"
Somehow, just maybe Jennie has come to love Jaehyun and Jaehyun has come to love Jennie. It's a mess, but when Jennie and Jaehyun are invloved , what else can be expected ? Not normalcy, for sure.
He didn’t remember his name, where he came from, who he is…Nothing. He just have a number and the felling that he should be with someone else, a felling so strong that aches. Oh…and he has his doctor by his side too and the promise he made to him.
"Move in silence, only speak when it's time to say Checkmate." Cast:
"Marry me" You never expect Jaehyun to propose when you arrived that day. He's kneeling in front of you with a diamond ring in a box.
Lofter同名,沙雕文,非常智障。 - (其实每个细节都是现背) - 温暖的黄色灯光柔柔洒落到床上人的脸上,让她因久病而枯槁的脸色稍稍好看了一点,寂静的卧室里传来少女低低的啜泣声。 - “从此,你人生的字典里只有三个字,郑-在-玹。”
Lofter同名。小小白色的樱花让周围的黑暗也隐约发亮。 舒服地冲了个热水澡,郑在玹一手用毛巾揉着湿淋淋的的头发,到冰箱里拿了一瓶零度可乐,走到电脑前坐下,白皙的皮肤因浴室的蒸汽渲染成粉色。周日的夜晚需要好好享受。
the beginning of how Rosé started having feelings for her classmate, Jaehyun. - one-shot- 1,478 words
a hogwarts au where jaehyun found himself unable to look away from a girl with a lovely laugh. (short story ; two chapters)
kang naeun had thought she had erased every last piece of any reminders of her past—including jung jaehyun—from her life. the years pass one by one and she learns that people aren’t as easily forgotten as she once pictured. they’re stains not markings.
a jaerose college au where jaehyun is the college's student body president and rose is one year his junior. they became friends when jaehyun asked her to become a part of his team when he ran for the faculty's student body president election a couple years ago. this is the first time they're meeting one another after not seeing each other in a while. awkward hugging ensues. - fluff - 1,198 words - oneshot
Taeyong spotted the florescent pink paper from underneath the lip of the table, unfolding it and smiling. “How was your day?” was written, the letters slanting slightly, the rush in the person’s handwriting evident. That was their routine, to write small notes to each other and hide them under the desk. That’s how it always was, and how it seemed to always be.
"I didn't want to burden you with this so I kept it a secret so you can live your life fully."