Nakamurakazuha (21 nakamurakazuha stories)
A fateful encounter? You could say it like that. An empty girl that needed someone to fill her heart and a girl full of emotions but that also needed someone that could make her rest easy. HONG EUNCHAE thought that she was faded to live one of the saddest and boring lives that could ever exist and NAKAMURA KAZUHA was more than ready to turn that girl’s whole world upside down.
basically a collection of ssamkkura shots because girlie fell in love with them during 'their epic love'. currently there is NO work in progress, but if you have requests, hit me up with it. masterlist: 1. train ride side: yulyen
- a kazujin au ;; yunjin lost her chapstick, so she asks kazuha for hers, but instead of using it— yunjin has an idea, and needs kazuha’s lips for it to work.
A life of Miyawaki Sakura, a girl in her early 20s, where life become so difficult to her. Along the way, she will met some people (or kids), that without her knowing has become a part of her journey. Will she be able to open her heart for these people and called them her family?
“There you go,” Kazuha takes a sharp intake of breath, closing her eyes as she shakes her head, “you’re teasing me again.” Yunjin widens her smile, chuckling. “Because maybe it’ll soothe your nerves.” “It doesn’t help.” A hum. “Then I’ll stop.”
"Zuha, when you're this close to me, do I dream of you?" It was but a whisper in the quiets of the night, though as such, Kazuha heard it loud and clear, like the ringing of bells in a warm summer air and the soft buzzing of bees. It didn't help that she was so close to her, sleepy eyes looking so earnest, waiting for an answer. Something about the way she looked at her made Kazuha pause. Oh. She would give a response. Certainly. It was her Kkura unnie that was asking
Kazuha never really falls in love despite of having countless numbers of men latch on to her, but nevertheless she accepts them all since she craves for company. It was not until she met Yunjin that she learns how to love, though bittersweet it may be.
“Her,” Kazuha says suddenly, her index finger extending to point at one particular figure within Chaewon’s arm in the photo, “Chaewon-unnie, Sakura-unnie, who is she?”