Monstaxwonho (67 monstaxwonho stories)
When Kihyun is so sick and everyone is in a state of panic. They have no idea what to do
A girl who had an exaggerated sense of smell used her ability to solve a murder of her boyfriend. She received help from her friend. But, can you really trust your friend?
Even though they had broken up, JiEun couldn't forget him. She can't forget how he made her feel; the feeling of his touches linger on her skin. Ruminating over the memories that they shared together, made her feel drunk with emotions. She couldn't help but wonder if one last night with him would help her get over him.
Just a short story of Wonho. Simply because I miss him. And I know he is going to come back, just like what he promised us with.
My Love, my heart is still in pain from the loss of your touch, your closeness, your beautiful laugh. Your scent still lingers on my clothes, my fingertips are tingling from your soft skin, the electricity running through my body. My lips desire yours, the taste so sweet and soft. I swear to god I still taste you. It’s funny how it lingers. The excitement wouldn’t leave my body, I’m chasing those memories so I can look into your eyes and fall deep, deeper than I’ve b
Everything was a lie.
~ You dont find love, it finds you. Its got a little bit to do with destiny,
When Bighit holds auditions to have a girl in one of the most popular group BTS. y/n didn't expect to actually make it past auditions and get to meet her favorite idols. Not only does she meet her idols but she ends up with one of the Bangtan members.
It’s a little more than fourth grade boys vs. girls battles, and a little less than angsty mean guys with mommy issues. It’s an uncomfortable “some” situation in a vehemently denied romantic sense where they’d grudgingly pull each other out of the way of a speeding bus, but also resort to putting salt in morning coffees. Ji Hyun has had enough of his self-satisfied arrogance, and Wonho is itching to take on her haughty Miss Perfect persona. With a little help from all surrounding busy bodies
Haru watched as the vibrant color swirled around her hands, glowing red for the anger she felt. Seeing all the colors of the damn rainbow was horribly useless. She already knew what mood she was in, Haru didn't need the stupid colors to show her. What was the damn point of it all? Day in and day out she wished for something to change, longed for the color