Nohappyending (22 nohappyending stories)
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Chorong and Eunji seemed like the perfect couple. They thought so too. But love can't be the only thing that stabilises their relationship, they learn this the hard way.
Chanyeol is happily married to the love of his life and they've been together for eight years now. Their relationship has been everything he could ever dream of. So to say he was confused when he suddenly started coughing out flower petals would be an understatement.
just a short one-shot that came to my mind
All he wanted was for Kuroo to hug him. Yet when the cat got closer he screamed. "GO AWAY!" He couldn't handle this, none of this. It wasn't fair. or His roommate Kuroo tries his best to comfort a depressed Kenma, without much success.
The flowers grew in your chest as your love for her blossomed. But you have no way of preserving them. They bloom from your blood and wilt from your pain.
Chanyeol and Baekhyun have been happily together for almost 8 years. They met in their second year of university and married after graduating college. After two years, they now have adorable three-year-old son name Byul. Everything seemed to go going as usual...at least that is what Chanyeol thought so. Now he can only ponder where things went wrong.
nobody knows of the world of bae joohyun and moon byulyi, their love only exists in the space between twilight and daybreak, out of sight with no certainty of a future together.
Even now, your hands are warm like in the past. {Originally written for No Happy Ending Fest 2019 Round 4 #Self-prompt}
DISCONTINUED What if the Spirit of Death isn't how you imagined them to be? What if they are bound to their fate just as much as you are?
Baekhyun’s supposed to be Chanyeol’s best man. Only problem, he’s in love with his best friend.
they fall apart like lovers do - slowly, painfully, beautifully.
What do you think is Na Jaemin doing right now? Hurting? Probably.
a collection of sad drabbels no one asked for