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Sometimes we are drawn to others, call it predetermination, call it destiny, call it the red string of fate. However, it happens and what you do when it does happen can change things forever. But one has to remember that all things come with a price and when the debt collector comes, be sure to pay it.
Nam Woohyun and Kim Myungsoo with the SCU team are called in to solve a murder that has everyone confused. When each crime scene seems to be a romantic night in, with the romance being taken out and a dead body put in its place, police are uncertain where to begin.
The arrival of an unknown man in the ER was not a rare occurence but to Dr. Uhm Nari's life, it will bring a fork in the road. Either road will bring her someone that she can trust implicitly but maybe only one will bring her the happiness that she needs.
Nam Woohyun, 26 years old, born 08 February 1991, is in his final push to his dream job of being a specialist agent in the Korean Bureau. He was smarter and worked harder than most other people. As part of his training, follow him in his first case in the Special Cases Unit in the Bureau as he tries to make sense of what he is given. There's a killer on the loose and he seems to kill without discrimination, with no clear-cut reason, leaving almost nothing behind except a dead body and
A one-shot story about giving love a chance when the time is right.
She never shone like the brightest sun instead she twinkled like the stars at night. She was my entire stretch of sky. She asked, “Promise not to leave before me. Promise not to ever leave me alone. We should go together because you’ve always been there for me.” Sadly this was one promise I couldn't keep.
“Run! Go. I will always be right behind you." - His first real promise to me. I thought that he would always be there for me despite the fact that I always still felt lonely but now I truly am... alone.
The beginning before the start of something…. Here’s my beginning before the hopeful start of something new.
Murder is what it was labelled, it is how I label it now. For years though, it was preservation to me, preservation of innocence. I know better now and I feel remorse for my previous actions. I also understand better now, some things will happen regardless of how hard you try to stop it.