History is immortal, if forgotten, death is certain.   Hundreds of years have passed since the Joseon Dynasty and imprints of the cruel past is still visible on the modern time. Different things have signified the fight and stories have been told. But there is one cry of sadness that is yet to be told, the fight for Jung Wheein.

When Byulyi thinks of all the things she experienced, the name Hyejin always flashes in her mind. She was everything she could ask for and she hopes Hyejin feels the same.

a wheesa fic for us, gays

there's just not enough hwasa fan fics

  It was that one tattoo that brought a teacher named Lee Chaerin to a very remote place in Korea…   It was that one incident that brought Kwon Jiyong to that position…   It was that moment that they did something wrong in the eyes of

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Lee Chaerin has always been hardworking; she’s good at any task that you will give her. That’s why she’s the only one who lasted at the hands of Kwon Jiyong. The arrogant CEO of one of the most prestigious company. What will happen if a night changes the awkward secretary and the haughty boss?     

Lee Chaerin was already used to her family moving from one place to another. That’s the reason why she always makes sure to never get attached to anyone. It all changed when they moved to a new house in Seoul.

A short one-shot I did as I listened to Little Mix's new song "Secret Love Song."

Hi! So this is the sequel, I'll update this as soon as possible. Happy anniversary 2NE1! NOLJA! And also advance to my husband YB. Kkkkk. This will have two chapters or three so this is not really a one-shot. But it depends if I will be lazy and just finish this in a shot. Lol. Loveyouall! Six years of Chaerin being my bias. Kkkkk. Let me know what you think.    

I was in the winter of my life, and the man I met along the road was my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with him. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and my memories of him were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I wanted to become a singer, I was a singer not a very popular one