“What happened with your neck?” he asked, this morning when she served him a bowl of ginger soup with chicken wings. She just smiled, shook her head. Didn’t get the answer he wanted to hear, he groaned, “Answer me.” “It’s okay.”

  It has been two months since the day I broke up with him. The day I spent without him were hard and it was getting worse when I decided to move from Seoul to Beijing—I had to, because Seoul left me lot of memories with him and if I stayed there for too long, I was afraid that it would make me hard to move on. But eventually, lived in Beijing wasn’t as ea

She moved like a swan, to the right and then to the left. She swayed her hands slowly, gently as the air gasped the spaced between her body and her moving arms. She was a ballerina, with messy bun hair and beautiful legs. The delicate fingers of hers touched the table and put her trays on it. She pulled out the bundle of her bun, and re-do her hair right in front of me. Her neck w

It was another boring day for him. Everything remained statistic; lessons, homework, sudden exams, break time, lunch time, girls were gossiping like no ends, boys were flirting around and teased the girls they had crush on, nothing special. Rooftop was always being his favorite place all over the school building. He loved to see the blue sky. He loved to see

    He was too young to understand love, too young to fall deeply in love, and he was too young to get involved to a serious matter called love. He was too young to know that love wasn’t a thing that would go easy on him. He was too young—but he refused those reasons and chose to stand next to me, asking me out.

    She would never understand why he kept eyeing on her. She wasn’t that pretty, she only knew how to play violin—which isn’t too good to be proud of, she said—and she just transferred to the school a month ago. She wasn’t sure if she knew him, but he seemed familiar.   =

You’re just as beautiful as you are. Who needs mascara and make up.

But I definitely won’t make you cry for the same reason.

      “Do you really enjoy this? Toying me? Do I look like a toy you can play around?”

Have you ever heard that after you admitted to yourself that you like someone, they would appear more and more attractive, day by day?   Have you ever heard that when you have a crush on someone, by looking at them eating only would make you full?   Have you ever known that when you like someone, somehow the quantity of you meeting them would increase than it was before?   Have you ever?   I have.

  I want to know, who ever told you I’ll let you go, the only joy I’ve ever know.

Would you kiss me and stop me from shaking?”

        You know I got so much but nothing's worth enough to put a price on us.    

      For my friend ; as I promised you this fic I hope you like it.        

  Changsub was the only person she wanted to cherish the most in the world, yet he was someone who easily tore her apart.                

    “You are not, at least not now, but you will.”                  

    I would never let people bring us down.                  

    First love was always a sensitive issue for him—or for every guy on planet.              

    "Clever girls attract me more," said Jaehwan.                       Gikanuna. 2013.

Waiting a little longer won't kill you.

"Stop staring at me or I will eat you up," said Hakyeon.

She loves Hakyeon, but I love him too.                          

Does Taekwoon want this relationship? Or he does not.                             Gikanuna. 2013

Hello! This is Gikanuna (: The story is about a girl who lost her memory and her best friend is currently trying to help her to get back the memory—of her best part of life. Of course it has to do with VIXX me

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      "How about split up?"                

Because every girls should know that they're pretty.                

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“Good morning. I’m sorry for disturbing in early morning but Mum asked me to give you this,” she said it shyly as I opened the door for her. She knocked for like three times, and I had to get from the bed and walk from my room to the front door. She was standing there, with a two-layered lunch box in her hands. I lifted one of my eyebrows.

Changsub didn't think that he would have someone like that. But he glad that he had one.