In which Wendy holds classes and Seulgi pretends she's terrible.

Seulgi and Suho's father are friend since highschool. They're really close to each other but not for their childs. Seulgi and Suho. They're planned to matchmaking them eventough they both are like the opposite magnet's poles and repel each other.   Hello... This is my first fanfic. Sorry for the bad english. Dont forget to leave your comment. Thankyou.

In the morning, everything becomes clear. A night of possibilities fades as the sun's merciless light fills the room. The truth is laid bare. I don't know if I can handle that just yet. I want to stay like this for just a little longer.

For who do you live for?

Bae Joohyun and Son Seungwan, proud law practitioners of twelve hours, find their lives drawn together only to be ripped apart again by their first case to

Love hurts. You should never forget that. I never can.

For all the times Seulgi just really wanted to kiss Wendy. 

The faction leader's on a mission, and really didn't mean to fall for an Amity girl.

Joy comes up with a plan to help Seulgi get Wendy's number. College AU.

Wendy always wakes up first. 

Night terrors are an awful thing.

A secret admirer leaves notes for Wendy in her locker. Who could it be? Are they serious? Where could this go if they are? Wendy's determined to find out. 

Short, angsty oneshot.  Inspired by Beyoncé's "If I Were A Boy". I wrote it with Seulgi and Wendy in mind, but since there aren't any names included, you can interpret it differently if you wish to. Haven't written in this style before but I quite like it. Hopefully you will too.

I want to be the comfort that you can’t get from itchy nights when somewhere I know you’re up, when I know you’re up urgently clinching down your eyelids.

If only Seulgi had not let go of Wendy's hand, this would not have happened. If only.

Seulgi had a weakness for searching for contours within the refracted shape lights gave things, and a known eye for cool, sea blues and dark, rippling cyan. She adored acrylic. She adored how a slack of it could be layered and shovelled upon anything that for artistic attention. She was lusting for its ability to mask up faults. Seungwan,

"I loved you, I really did. But you never loved me back." -- "My intention all along wasn't to love you at all. It was to kill you." --

Maybe waiting wasn't so bad after all...

Seulgi requests an English lesson, and of course, Wendy can't refuse.

"Hello. This may be hard for you to stomach, but I've been watching you for the last two weeks."  "That's sweet. I was expecting you. Do you think these pants make me look fat?"   In which Wendy discovers that night-stalking can and will lead to friendship, and also that Seulgi might be insane.        

The reasons behind Irene and Seulgi's debut colors, and them dyeing them back. 

At the time when Wendy first let her intrigued self nervously analyse the gentle face of this girl – this girl with a refined, almost as if carved out of the best pine wood with the most care and love, sharp jaw, a delicate nose and wanderingly bright little eyes (eyes underneath a strip of the longest, darkest eyelashes. Glinting.) – she could say that she liked her. “Love” was a stretch, a terrifying stretch; though now, it fe

"Amarla es como querer cambiar de opinión cuando ya estás volando en caída libre, como los colores en otoño, tan brillantes justo antes de que lo pierdan todo".   Red - Taylor Swift

She takes my breath away.   [Seungwan/Seulgi]

Joy needed a place to live, Seulgi moved out, Wendy offered a place and Irene has a vacant room.

Seulgi had it all, but then Joy swept Irene off her feet, and when the dust settles, all you can see is the backs walking away as tears fill your eyes. No, really, I swear it's just the dust in her eyes.