Love is worth fighting for But you can't be the only one fighting.

A glimpse of their lives. This is a seola and yeonjung story.

Five minutes and thirty one seconds after I walk into this restaurant, I can tell that it definitely isn’t a simple late night crawfish restaurant.

sequel to cosmic missions

Collection of yeonjung's short stories.

Just a collection of drabbles of my favourite ships.

“It’s really not a big deal,” Xuanyi says as Fu Jing finishes dabbing ointment on her legs, being so careful about it Xuanyi can barely feel her touch.

“So do you think it’s impossible? Staying friends after you break up?” It’s not that it’s impossible, Xuanyi thinks, looking at Fu Jing’s back, her figure even thinner than usual but, as usual, she takes up all of Xuanyi’s sightline, occupies her entire vision and leaves no room for anyone else.

You’ve been on what feels like hundreds, thousands of stages, smiled out into millions of faces, felt an infinitude of adoration and enthusiasm and passion.

Xuanyi flattens her hands against her abdomen. “Do you think my stomach looks big?”

Bona and Xuanyi reunite, for a little while.

“Was everything a sham? Our friendship, was it just a way for you to get votes?”

The melting snow… The blooming flowers… Unfrozen streams… And the significant warmth in the air…   Spring… A time of renewal, rebirth, and regeneration… And also… A  story of a new beginning to an inevitable ending as told by Eunseo who happens to be a grim reaper.

Xuanyi stumbles into Fu Jing’s room at three in the morning, her cheeks flushed, eyes bloodshot, hair damp with sweat and clinging to her face. “J-Jing,” she stammers. “I need your help.” Or: the succubus AU that can barely be called one.

Fu Jing doesn’t know what kind of person spends their first year anniversary crying in a corner, but evidently she’s that type of person.

Long-distance . Sojung finds out the hard way. 

“How did we go from the lesbian billionaire couple of China to being a pair of lame joking dads?”