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"So close, but still so far..."
"Do you love someone?" "Yes." "Does that person loves you back?"
When Park Baekhyun suddenly stan Nam Ju Hyuk, a famous actor in the country, Park Chanyeol knows he has to do something or else he will probably go crazy if his pregnant husband doesn’t stop being a fanboy.
There was a hearsay amongst the elderlies that says, "the starts can tell you of your destiny." Byun Baekhyun thinks, he could clearly see it, that even after years have gone and seasons passed by he would stull be that useless hooker working in a brothel for the rest of his life. But then, Park Chanyeol had to crossed pa
A story in which Park Chanyeol built up a flower garden for the love of his life who doesn't even know he exist. And Byun Baekhyun loves flowers more than he loves cute puppies.
In which Kim Jongin hates his little brother, but deep down, he knows he loves him too. And now, he still hates him, for giving his heart for a person like Park Chanyeol, and he may or may not be jealous from that fact.
In which Park Chanyeol writes a poem for his husband Park Baekhyun on their own wedding night.
In which Byun Baekhyun --- a famous author --- wrote a book without a name, so the fans called it Untitled. The fans begins to ask; "why does the book untitled?" "who was his inspiration while making it?" but the most ask question is "Who is Park Chanyeol?" that no one --- even Baekhyun kno
The Campus' Confessions is where you can confess about your biggest hidden secret that no one--even your very own friends--knows. The Campus' Confessions is being held once in a year for the students of Kokobop University (weird name for a school though) it's to make them feel relax and at ease after revealing the things they've been hiding from everyone. But sometimes, because of the Campus' Confessi
I am Park Chanyeol. A patient from El Dorado Hospitals. Have a heart failure, and in between of dying and living. I can no longer fight. Well, that was what my body tolds me. With each passing days, I could feel my body slowly and painfuly giving up on me. Saying that, it's time to take a rest. And I think I should really take that
Loving him made me happy... Loving him made me wants to love him more... Loving him gave me inspiration... Loving him gave me strength... Loving him that made me feel so right... But...