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Always on the receiving end of Kang Seulgi’s seemingly never-ending teases, Bae Joohyun was determined to turn the tables around. The opportunity presented itself when she overheard Seulgi’s conversation with their band’s drummer, Seungwan, on their school’s rooftop. It was about a secret that she knew she can leverage to her advantage against Seulgi. It was all fun and games though until she realized how that secret weighed for their mono-lidded le
Fear makes you shut your eyes. Fear makes you see things even though you already shut your eyes. Fear makes you see the dreaded past, the blank present, the anxious future. Fear makes you blind. Because with it, you can never, ever, ever be sure if everything’s going to be fine.
YunJae one-shot drabble collection.
Seulgi wanted revenge. So much that it doesn't scare her even a bit that what she's exacting vengeance on is not a human, but a vampire. But she didn't expect that vengeance can also bring forth emotions she had lost, and love, among all other things.
Seulgi felt a strong force from behind her back, pushing her. She stumbled on the ground as she heard screeching tires along with a loud thud and some people’s gasps. She lifted her head from the fall then sat up, her hand on her head as she felt it spinning. Her jaw dropped, her eyes widened, and her breathing stopped—there in front of her, lying lifeless on the ground full of blood, was the person she secretly liked. Why did she save me?
Wherein Joohyun knows she is a goddess. Aphrodite—the goddess of beauty. And she knows her power, her effects on people. That until someone seemed to have an immunity for it, and also dared to rename her into a different goddess.
Ride back home.
They say you'd regret more the things that you didn't do than those you did and Seulgi couldn't agree more.
Breadwinners—but when do they get to eat the bread?
This is not Twilight, but a WenSeulRene short drabble—a love triangle you wouldn't come to hate.
A short glimpse in the life of a doekhu in the eyes of its object of affection.
And the reason behind it.