Yongseokyu (12 yongseokyu stories)
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Uhm this is my 2nd fanfic. I started this like a while back so my writing style is kinda... amateur. Anyway I hope you all like it :3 It's a YoonYul story with JeTi, SunYeon and YongSeoKyu side pairings. It's a supernatural fic and based off of some animes (hey I was a major anime/manga freak before SNSD >.< ). I have no idea how many times I've mentioned this. but I'm really bad with descriptions OTL I'm too awkward. None of these images belong to me.
Same old cliche thing that always been trending between the rich, arranged marriage. Make it wor
Time flew so fast. It's been 1 years we not meet. How are you know? happy? sad? Do you miss me? Cause i miss you..... Maybe you are happy with him..
A 20 years old girl, named Seo Joo Hyun (Seohyun) see her ex-boyfriend, in her coffee shop. Her ex-boyfriend loves her, but she not. Why? Because he cheated her. And she has another boyfriend. She will try to arrange this problem with the help of her 8 friends. Do she will be in love with her ex-boyfriend? Or she will keep her boyfriend? See that by reading I loved him, I hated him. Characters: Seo Joo Hyun (20)
hi, it's my very first fanfiction about yongseokyu. I got inspiration from Mv It's Wars MBLAQ. ok, sorry for my bad english because english not my first language i just want u to give comment,hehe and enjoy it :D
How would an ordinary shopkeeper grabs by the two handsome and very wealthy guy? How to get the shopkeeper's attention? How to get the shopkeeper if no one want to give up? or who will be chosen? The quite one or the playboy?
"When you're gone, the pieces of my heart are missing you."
They say that when the music ends, the people part ways. Forgotten melodies, forgotten dance steps. She danced a dance she couldn't remember, with a song she thought she knew.
When two equally great men fight for a pure and innocent girl's heart.
I NEVER BELIEVED IN LOVE UNTIL I MET HIM
If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.