Wings (32 wings fanfics)
In the world of Unordinary (a webtoon on.... Webtoon? Whatever the case the way this world works is not my original idea) The young Jeon Jungkook is the King of Edgewater HIgh School, He gets everything he wants when he wants until he meet a certain Low-tier. See what happens when an arrogant intitled High-tier falls for a beautiful but odd Low-tier.
People had wings. Casual sized wings that were usually not big enough to carry you, so you can’t exactly fly with it. It’s not exactly tangible so nobody can touch or feel it either; it’s just sort of there, attached to your back like an apparition. It showed how you feel, often times, emotions like sadness or joy could be felt through how the wings look or react to certain things. You could only see
Life at the Citadel had become almost routine for Jimin. Though he wasn't afforded the biological advantages many of his peers had, he had managed to climb the ranks throughout his five years, all the way to a respected captain, in charge of an entire team of soldiers. Day in, day out-his life blurs into an endless montage of skipped classes, running missions with his team, and nights spent awake. It's comfortable. That is - until a mysterious boy throws everything Jimin knows into ch
I opened my eyes, gasping as I saw the most beautiful wings ever. His wings were magnificent black, not completely black, it also has a shiny silver streaks on it which made it look more wonderful. "So beautiful." He grinned as he watch me took in his beautfiul wings thoroughly, his eyes appreciative. "Can I.. touch them?" His wings ruffled a bit, like they were flustered. It was cute and I was already inching to touch the beautiful feathers, it looks so fluffy. As h
They all met their demons and embraced them. They were all in Hell In the seven circles of Hell.
"The fifteen year old me who didn't have anything. The world was so big, I was so small. Now I can't even imagine it. Now I can't even imagine myself who used to have no scent, who used to be empty. "Love you my brother. Thanks to my brothers, I now have emotions. I became me. So I'm me. Now I'm me."
s e v e n p e t a l s . s e v e n s t o r i e s . s e v e n p a i r s o f w i n g s Sometimes, you can pour all your blood, sweat and tears into something and the end result will still be failure. Sometimes, no matter how much you try to reach for the sky, it's
It's hard to run away when your greatest enemy is your own mind.
He wanted to run away but knew there was no exit. The room was infinite. It didn’t have anything besides the easel with the painted boy’s picture.
You work at an institution for mentally unstaple people as a psychologist. It all goes well, until suddenly these 'sick' boys come into your life, disturbing your job - and your heart.