Junghwa (51 junghwa stories)
Ahn Hee Yeon only thinks about whats good for the sake of her child.Will she let to know that she had a child with her bestfriend? Can this be the way to finally realize their true feelings toward each other?
Maybe there's something about a secluded lake and suppressed feelings that could make one feel like going skinny dipping. Ship: LE x Jeonghwa Song Inspo: We Don't Have To Take Our Clothes Off by Ella Eyre Narration: From LE's POV
There is a reason why Seohyun never allowed Yoona to eat her goguma, much less a cheese goguma at that. The last time she did, Yoona set fire to 2ne1's dorm and paint F(x)'s dorm green. And she still had the audacity to blame Yuri for it.
♟an affluent second generation, a psychology student, an aspiring engineer, an orphan, a jobless bodyguard and an anonymous hacker. to people in seoul, they may look like ordinary people. however from the underground, they are the people who bring justice to the very top of the city. ♙do not question or doubt them, just know that they're there. ♟and do not believe everything you hear about them. ♙an original by is
Hani, a 24 year old about to finish college, with a passion for cute girls. How will love treat her?
He was bright like the hottest star in the sky And she, a graceful beauty who rivaled a full moon He was everything And she was anything However, like the sun and moon, both could only meet once to exper
Since solji is on hiatus, why not write about the feelings/ thoughts she has throughout the whole thing(I’m being mean aren’t I? I’m sowwy >_<). Btw I also miss Solji but I’m glad she’s getting better(I hope she keeps on taking care of herself).
Love is something Solji never got the chance to experience. Hyojin once fell for someone but ended up getting hurt. Everything changes when they meet; the night when Solji asks Hyojin to drive her home...
"Hey...how are you?...um...I don't know why I called you, but will we see each other again? No, never mind, bye." Those words rang and rang in my head. Spinning in circles like a Ferris wheel.The more I kept thinking about his words, the more I felt like I was being shot as if the words were bullets and I was playing Russian roulette. But I couldn't escape the danger of it, of his words,