Hyungwonho (375 hyungwonho fanfics)
" names are meaningless. words don't mean anything. and this place? well, i like it here. it's better than being among brainless people out there. at least the ones here have gone crazy from thinking too much. somehow. "
Collection of One Shots. There will be different groups. One per day till Christmas. One shots are gonna be short. :,)
There are three pauses in Hyungwon's life. The one before ten years slip between his fingers on the edge of a skyscraper, the two sets of eyelids his hand brushes closed under the flash of headlights on the street, and the three words he tapes onto a pen placed into a brown box that lights up a smile on a black-vested sentry who wants to reverse the clockwork scars bleeding out his chest.
"The aseptic white walls were my cage, but you... You were my key."
Back slid up against the door, heart thudding in his ears, Hoseok thinks how garbage of a human being he must be to hurt someone like Hyungwon.
" Forsaken, I have come for you tonight Awaken, look in my eyes And take my hand Give yourself up to me "
one, two, three, jump. or not. take a breath. jump. or take a step back. you can do this. it’s just one step. back or forth… funny how one step can change a life
Falling in love with strawberry lips...
Lee Hoseok wasn't gay, at least, he never thought he would be. However, when the person described in his List of Perfection appears at his door he is shocked to find every feature he finds pleasing present in the form of Chae Hyungwon, a male.
A desperate Wonho accepts a job for a friend. And that's the start of his life changing.
Hyungwon plans a surprise for Wonho.
Hoseok is supposed to do… Something. He always does… something at 3pm. The thing is, he’s not too sure what this something is. All he remembers is that he has to do it, and that he’s always done it before.
Hyungwon may be stubborn, may pretend he doesn't care, but in the end he always comes home. Into the arms of the man who loves him dearly and just can't live without Hyungwon's blood, but more so without Hyungwon himself.
In a small grey shotgun house, on Magazine Street in New Orleans, exists the bar Mon Astre. The drinks are strong, but inevitability and desire are stronger. Would you allow Wonho to grant your wish?