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JiAe is a regular teenager who has just graduated highschool, but then fate decides to mess with her life just a bit. Four parents seek her out for help after hearing from some friends about a couple's daughter who is fluent in both Korean and Chinese. MyungSoo has the news thrown upon him right after he finds out that he wasn't accepted to his dream college overwhelming him, but being the obedient son he is, he tries his best to get to kn
You, Lee HwaSoo, did live with your father in your lovely house. Your mother had passed away when you were younger, so all you can ever do is wonder what kind of person she was and how she looked like. Your an average family, not super rich, and not too poor, but unfortanately your father is in debt. Before you know it you think that you're kidnapped, by a sweet, but strong guy named, Nam WooHyun, who was apparently asked by your dad to protect you. (There are no
You never thought that passing a note for your best friend would get you in detention for three afternoons with Mr. Popular, Kim Myungsoo. Not only that, but also the fact that his family is spending spring break at YOUR house with you and your mom. What has the world come to? Trying to survive his rude comments, icy stares, and pokerfaces will be a challenge, but you're up for any challenge.
"What?" Chen grumpily demanded when he cracked open the door. "Aren't you going to let us in?" XiuMin asked trying to push through the small opening, blocked by Chen's body. "Gege, it's kind of cold outside," You heard Tao whimper from the wind.
“Byun BaekHyun….,” Yuri said glaring at him as they stood facing each other in the hallway. “Kwon Yuri…,” BaekHyun smirked as a warning making all the students scatter into their classrooms shutting the doors. ~~~~ “You’re leaving?” He asked as they both leaned against the school wall outside. “Yeah,” his friend sighed looking up at the sky. He looked at his friend frowning, “For how long?” “2 months,” he replied sighing again.
"Remember when piggybacks used to be fun?" Minah's friend Yoona asked her as she stared out the window watching him. "What are you talking about? Piggybacks have always been fun. They still are now!" Minah exclaimed overjoyed. "Ah, Minah, you've gotta stop daydreaming," Yoona shook her head in disapprovement. "Gwenchana, at least I'm not crazy," Minah quietly said as she went back to looking at the same guy. So how was Suho's sto
He held the camera as they sat on the couch ready for the snapshot. She quickly counted down in her head having a major war in her mind as her heart beat furiously. Should she do it or not? Now or later? What if later never came? She suddenly got nervous and clasped her hands together while a bead of sweat slid down the side of her face. 3... 2... 2 1/2? "Haeri, look here" he quickly said making her divert her attention towards him. Ehyo guys! Heres my Suho story!!!!!
"I don't need any help!" EunHee screamed frustratingly as she stomped away from Kris. _______ "HELP!" "What did you say? I can't hear you!" Kris leaned back against a tree cupping a hand to his ear. "Oh my god. Don't make me say it again," EunHee breathed in heavily. "Oh! Will you look at the time!" Kris taunted her, "I better catch up with the group! Have fun getting out!" He laughed as he began walking away. "I said I need help!" Eun
JaeHwa never planned on starting a "Family" of her own when she moved to South Korea for her niece, but life is full of surprises, isn't it?
"Tell me again," Luhan stated as he leaned against the door frame, "why exactly am I helping you?" "Because," Soyoung was able to choke out, "I helped you too." She managed to finish her sentence before she began vomitting again into the toilet. LuHan went to her and held her hair up and she puked and cried making her mascara run down her face. "Gwenchana," Luhan said as he gently rubbed her back to comfort her. "You'll be fine." Well guys, here's the s
ChoHee ran down the sidewalk carefully dodging the few couples walking around and a few adults minding their own business. As she the stoplight flashed green for the cars to go, ChoHee quickly reread the letter she still was clutching onto. ChoHee, come to HamYang street. Earlier that Day ChoHee had finished her afternoon classes early that day and left for her job at the library. When she arrived, her manager called her up and gave