Michaeng (2,558 michaeng stories)
Just a place where I can keep track of all well written fanfics I have read and liked. Feel free to recommend me stories :) only well written please.
Son Chaeyoung, a tyrant and philander woman hold the reputation for so long. Not caring for others nor anyone, a remorseless human being. She lives her life the way she wants. No one could alter that and change her desire to stayed the same. Myoui Mina works under Chaeyoung as her Personal Assistant. She loathes her, or rather they loathe each other. But due to her reduced circumstances, she endures all the harsh treatment because she needs the job. She has far more crucial thing
If there are things that the campus crush a.k.a Yoo Jeongyeon would be willing to learn, that would be the How's to Im Nayeon's heart, but would the number one student Im Nayeon learn the basics of love, before things fall apart?
Two uncertain girls in love with each other
After waking up from a terrible accident, Tzuyu sees a strange woman occupying her storage room.
「What Could've Been」 ♦
Do not be afraid. I'll help you, every step of the way just to be with you
Y/N was born in America, she was a huge Kpop fan, now entering Sophomore year of high school. Her family needing money, decided she would be best given to another family. Little did she know Son Chaeyoung was now her mom.
Nayeon has an obsessive stalker who refuses to leave her alone. Mina is a former nationally ranked martial artist who needs to return a favor for her old friend. happens.
Mina is in one of her moods and Chaeyoung helps the only way she knows how.
Yoo Jeongyeon has a crush on her Girl Group member Im Nayeon. When she heard that someone ask Nayeon going out. She was anxious so she asked her Roommate Momo to teach her about dating and make her trauma kiss disappear by teaching her about kissing.
She's one of a kind, she's special and it doesn't make her less of a person just because she's different from us. She talks to my soul without talking. She communicate with her own way. She talks to me in language she can only understand. Not until she taught me the language where you don't need utterance and ornate words. There's no room for fabrication and lies. A language full of honesty, sincerity and innocence. The Language of Flowers.