Leobin (611 leobin stories)
The smirk grows to a full beam, and Wonshik’s face is too cute like this, considering that his intentions don’t seem to be the best. Hongbin is fully aware that whatever leaves his mouth will be absurd “I dare you guys to seduce one of them” See? Absurd.
Till we meet again ..a dark story with alot of feeling..less dialogue for those who loves a lot of feelings and so I just wanted to say that this story is a like part two ok Leo fic under my skin ,it start from when under my skin ends
UPDATES EVERY FRIDAY Hongbin is a new transfer student to Danggeul Academy, getting in on a soccer scholarship, but as soon as he steps foot into this prestigious school it's nothing but chaos. And it's all because of one person, Jung Taekwoon. Making his life a living hell since day one, tormenting him at pratice, school, and his own dorm. But slowly everything changes, and Taekwoon starts seeing Hongbin in a new way. But is that what Hongbin wants?
Taekwoon doesn't want a pet; he doesn't have the time. But he has a soft heart and a strong sense of justice, and suddenly he finds himself the owner of a catboy who doesn't seem to have had a single nice day in his life. Suddenly, Taekwoon's life is flipped upside down as Hongbin gradually becomes his top priority in life, and with him an entire species whose rights he vows to fight for.
A short collection of stories which illustrate the life of the mysterious Jung Taekwoon. Taekwoon is a Centuries old warlock and has experienced a lot in life, even love. But the lovers come and go, so do the adventures in his life. Every short story exposes the everyday life of the mysterious and most wellrespected warlock of Seoul.
Hongbin is incredibly handsome, but that doesn't mean Taekwoon has to give him free coffee.
And so he watches them, his sister and his love, walking down the aisle hand in hand and smiles reaching their eyes as they welcome a new chapter in life. He smiles encouragingly when their eyes meet, hoping he was doing a convincing job and that Jaehwan doesn't notice the tears welling up. He tries hard to hold them in, just for a little while but feels a lone tear falling nonetheless, traitor.
And like this -thinking of Taekwoon and wanting to cry- he survives for three entire days. Eyes turned to his phone and staring blankly at the white screen of his portables, staring at stacks of paper and his open window. Until finally, his phone rings.
In an asylum for the ill-minded, 2 healthy people reside. One that doesn't want any contact with any breathing creature. One that doesn't want any worry that might make him panic. Both were to venture each other's worlds if the
The product of the uncountable amount of time I spent on procrastinating. Enjoy.