Flowers (25 flowers fanfics)
I look at the violet blossom, slowly turning into a dry, sick brown. A bitter smile forms on my face as flashes of that night pass me by before my inner eye. How could he have done that to me…? Clenching my fist around the flower, then opening it again, I watch as the now loose petals slowly float onto the ground, dancing around is if there was something to celebrate. Full of anger, I step onto them, destroying them further with the rough sole o
As Park Jimin comes to acknowledge that he'd been in love with his childhood friend, a deadly disease, known as the Hanahaki Disase, plagues him. The petals that came out were a symbol of his unrequited love - beautiful, but deadly.
Jungkook runs a tattoo parlor with his hyung, Yoongi. Jimin opens up a flower shop across the street. The two meet and become friends. But it seems they both might want more then that. This is a collaboration between me and ChimMochi, she has other awesome stories so check them out: www.wattpad.com/user/ChiminieOppa
He had a streak of 3 months without his ex pestering him, the key word being had. Greeted with a forest of flowers in his shared apartment, Yugyeom knew his ex boyfriend had found him again.
The sweetest torture, the sweetest pain. A kiss from a rose.
Every valentine's day, Baekhyun gives Chanyeol a flower with his heart beating crazily. Every valentine's day, Baekhyun's heart shatters as he watches Chanyeol throw it away without care. But as years pass, the color of the flowers changes.
She has a nice smile. (He’s still a little intimidated by that smirk.)
About Flowers and Byun Baekhyun Chanyeol had a deep love for flowers, and for him wich one of them represented a little
Baekhyun loves the field. Chanyeol loves the field.
Sometimes you find yourself stumbling upon a vast field of flowers. An endless amount of the petaled plants, each one as pretty as the next. But there's only one that catches your eye. There's only one flower that wants to be your friend.
A bully may not fully understand the consequences of their actions, and for one girl their 'fun' was her torture, her one place of reprieve was a garden in full bloom, flowers that sooth the mind and scents which sooth the soul.