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"It's all about timing, Gayoon." -----Jiyoon "Everything can start over, so can we." -----Gayoon "I'm sorry that I didn't make up my mind but now I'm ready." -----Jihyun "
"Everything has an expiry date. This... is not an exception."
Believe it or not, the red head, Heo Gayoon, was the least the transfer girl wanted to team up with. As the unique hair colour of hers and with a friend with green hair in the class, the transfer girl already had some bad perspective towards these two classmates and anyone related to them. Meeting new p
The door opens, revealing three men in police uniform. “Is this Kim Hyuna?” The man in the middle asks. “Yes, I am.” The blonde answers calmly, without any fear nor doubts.
I love how her fingers brush through my hair. I love how her stares bring me smiles. I love how her laughs make me feel delighted. Until that day, she told me "Love will make you runaway." I miss her... ------------ Gayoon Thought we were differnt from other couples. Thought we could last forever. Thought we were able to have more wonderful memories. But I guess not. I cannot endure it anymore.
"Unnie you finally get this!" She rolls her eyes, pretending that she is annoyed. Yet, she knows how much she finally gets close to her. This is her moment to come, the confession moment. She is going to confess to her, to dig out all her feelings for her. It will be tomorrow night. "Thank you, Sohyunie! Thank you so much, my Instagrame teacher!" The older girl hugs her member, her sister tight. Soon she lets go of her, going after another member, her favourite member, or her
Smiles wear on my face as I walk into my room. Thinking about the date we had tonight is beyond delighted. I enjoy doing things with her, even we are not doing anything sometimes. She is all I want, all I got. I take out my dairy. Every page contains our stories, me and her, me and Kim Hyuna.
Tears on her face, fake smiles on her face. Without words to explain, she rushes to me and hugs me tight. The moment when you want a quarrel than silence, kills you. We are here together having dinner but it feels like we are falling apart. It feels like we are miles away. I can feel her lips on mine, she is kissing me. She is avoiding it. We both lied to ourselves, hoping things would pass some
"I. Love. You. Jeon. Jiyoon." Her voice sounds so beautiful to me. Her lips curls perfectly when she talks. And her tongue is that sift and pinkish when she confessed those words. She smiles at the blonde with her hazel eyes. It cannot help but make the blonde fall deeper for her. The couple gets closer and closer, finally meet their lips.
Once again, sitting in the living room, I stare at my phone. "One last time...Gooodnight. Bye." 01:14am 30 April 2013 My last message to her.
Kwon Sohyun, a famous student for making all kinds of troubles, stealing wallets, fighting, skipping school, is a lesbian in this traditional school. Heo Gayoon, the social worker consulting the trouble makers in the school, is a elegant, pure lady living in a tradtional rich family.
She is always a good girl to her family. Her father is always strict to her, even just contacts from her male classmate will not be accepted. She was forced to study abroad, was told to behave well.
"I love you." The strike hit my head, my heart. I panicked when I heard these three words. Emotions were like tsunami flooding, hitting my head, exploding in it. My heart was gonna explode. Not that I hate it, just...
"Gayoon, I thought we were best friends...what brings us to such situation? Am I your maid?" ---- Hyuna "Aren't you my best friend? You gotta help me, Hyuna!" ----- Gayoon "I know you don' see me as the one you love...I just wanna stay by your side and protect you." ----- Jiyoon "Unnie...Why can't you see me? Why do you care about her only?" ---- Sohyun "How come my members go iinto this situation? ....I wanna have someone to talk with when I got problems with
I want to believe... It's you and me Sometimes it feels like there's three. Her cell phone rings, I know it's time for me to leave...