Woojiho (339 woojiho stories)
Is there more to life than this cigarette? How does one get out of the endless pit of their helplessness and starts achieving their dreams?
Deliveries got mixed up and this is how Minho got to know Jinwoo. And now he would do anything for a chance to see him again.
Just a short little thing about coming home to Jiho.
After the last fanmeet, Jiho’s thoughts keep circling back to the collab that has been suggested to him.
Minhyuk is enlisting soon, but first he has to make sure no one touches what's his.
remember Zico's 1st solo album~ i love him and the album was lit but among al
During a drunken game of spin the bottle during Mino's birthday, Mino and Seungyoon are forced to do 7 Minutes of Heaven.
It's never a good thing when all six of your bandmates want to talk.
Dongwook would have probably been having fun if he wasn’t so down. That night was supposed to lift his spirits and make everything better, but there he was, standing in the middle of a crowd with noises echoing through his brain, so distant that they may not have even been real.
Kyung comes home to his boy(s).
Jiho can't sleep, but Yukwon is there to help.
B.A.P goes fishing.
Coffee, motivational quotes, and pick up lines.
Kyung put both hands on his face, released a shuddering breath. His plan had been so good. He would get the portrait and avoid his assassin. But no. Of course one of the watchmen had to trip, twist his ankle and mess up Kyung‘s carefully arranged time schedule. He could have still have made it out with the portrait, unarrested (they still hadn‘t noticed its abscence) and alive. No doubt, whoever his assassin was or who hired them was powerful. Scratch that, Kyung was 99% that he knew exactly
Kyung was half lying on his back, half leaned back against the headrest of Jiho‘s bed. Zico had one arm thrown over Kyung‘s stomach, hand holding his phone, some old movie flickering over the screen. Kyung held a novel, lazily turning pages from time to time. He marked his current page and set his book down, looking at a point over Jiho’s shoulder.
"You need to lock your goddamn door, Jiho.", Kyung mutters under his breath as he shoulders the door, indeed unlocked, to his friend's studio open. In one hand he carries a giant bag of Japanese takeout, the other one holding his phone. "You don't hear anything with your headphones on!" Kyung dumps the takeout where Jiho can't see it yet and flops onto the couch at the back of the room. [A small piece of uncompleted Zikyung fl
"My love, the moment I set my eyes on you... It felt like hitting the jackpot." I trembled as he whispered into my ear, sending chills down my spine. A shaky breath escaped my lips when he yanked me closer to him by my chin, grinning like a mad man. Or maybe he is mad, after all. Tears threatened to fall as they pool around my eyes, blurring my vision. "Aw don't cry, doll. I won't be leaving you alone, ever."
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