After finding the book, Minjeong returns to Winterland with her reign in mind, but the worry of what Jimin is slowly becoming terrifies her. Joohyun seeks shelter in Dimland, slowly going crazy over Seungwan's death, and Seulgi will have to save her from her dark path. The war is far from over, now that Minjeong holds the knowledge to kill everyone, but a new enemy looms at the corner, trying to take advantage of the broken nation. 

Bae Joohyun has it all: beauty, money, and power. She's the most powerful being of The Quadlans and she's soon to rise to the imperial throne. Son Seungwan has nothing: she lives in the poorest level of The Ruins, and she's part of a terrorist group called The Monolith. There shouldn't be any way for them to cross paths, but destiny always has other plans. Will the princess and the rebel fulfill their fate to save the kingdom, or will they die trying?

How unlucky do you need to be to meet the love of your life when it's already too late? 

It's that time of the year again, but Joohyun is more scared than ever. This year her father won't have immunity. Hell breaks loose, and she gets thrown with a girl that she doesn't know, but she's sure she wants to get to know better. Well, if she survives the next twelve hours. || or The Annual Purge Wenrene AU.

Seungwan didn't even know what her deepest fear was 'till she found herself in front of It. An It AU. 

And Seungwan knows that after death comes they will find each other again. A Zombie Apocalypse Wenrene AU. 

It shouldn't be that hard, Wendy thinks. She should be able to be evil like her father. How was that being the white sheep of the family was worst than being the black? 

“La muerte subió por nuestras ventanas, se metió dentro de nuestros palacios; exterminó a los niños en las calles, a los jóvenes en medio de las plazas.”

Loving too much is dangerous, even for someone like Wendy. 

¿Quién dijo que las mejores historias de amor debían empezar con el pie derecho? 

¿Qué tan mala suerte debes tener para conocer al amor de tu vida cuando ya es demasiado tarde? 

Es el acuchillador de los viernes por la noche y—pausó—¡oh! ¡Viene por ti, imbécil! Ahora cállate y camina.    

A veces las cosas que nos suceden no tienen explicación, muchas veces pasan porque sí y ni siquiera las vemos venir. Tiffany era eso que Taeyeon no vio venir, o bueno, tal vez sí. También en Wattpad: http://w.tt/1nmNB9H

Un drabble Taeny. El imsomnio me hace escribir cosas.  Espero les guste ^.^  

Tal vez era porque quería lo mejor de dos mundos.