Authored (37 fanfics)
Sort:
Latest
/
Newest
/
Views
/
Subscribers
/
Votes
/
Comments
/
Alphabetical
/
Chapter Count
/
Word Count
Kris made a bet over Chanyeol asking Jongin to the winter dance. Kris involved his brother, Baekhyun, to help Chanyeol get the guy and help him win. But along the way someone falls in love. In the game of love, who wins and who loses?
They had loved and lost each other, now there's only hatred between them. What happens when their paths cross again? Would the hatred win or would the love lost survive?
Chanyeol sees his boyfriend, Baekhyun, on a date with his boyfriend's ex, Chanyeol's bestfriend Kris.
It’s been 50 years. Today would have been their 50th anniversary if their wedding pushed through.
Park Chanyeol, professional basketball player and entrepreneur, didn't want to hire first-timer Byun Baekhyun as his matchmaker. But he did and several failed dates later, maybe that was his biggest mistake. Or, maybe, it was the greatest decision he ever made.
Baekhyun likes to watch the leaves fall on autumn, always waiting for the last leaf to fall.
What if we can go back in time? What if the past wasn't what it was? What if you got what you wanted but it turned out, it wasn't really what you wanted all along? Chanyeol goes back in time and lives a different life. The life he wanted for his present. But why does everything feels so wrong.
"Hey nerd!" He called out. She looked up and pushed her glasses up and Chanyeol was glad that he was right, it was the girl who sits beside him in his stats class. Baekhyun. "Shut up, jock." She rolled her eyes at him before returning to her book. Chanyeol, being the jerk that he was, snatched the book from her and raised it high up. "Hey! Give it back!" She shouted while struggling to tiptoe around the tall jock to reach her book. Chanyeol looked up at the book and squint
Exo's dorm is in chaos because of Sandara's picture with Justin Bieber. Chanyeol's crying and Baekhyun's just plain upset. Tagalog fic.
“Hey Baek, why is there white gooey stuff on your ceiling?”
"You seem awfully happy today." Kyungsoo said, smiling while his best friend was jumping to avoid puddles on the street they were walking on.
And if life should come to just one question Do I face this moment true? No trace of sadness, always with gladness. “I do.”
To achieve your dreams, you must sacrifice parts of your life. For Kris, the dream is to become an idol, but will achieving fame mean giving his love up?
Kai had a distorted view of love. Until Kyungsoo comes and turns it right.
Kris is a pawn in a game called baekyeol. Kris is confused, if what he feels is romantic love, for Baekhyun and/or Chanyeol or brotherly love. Sometimes, he thinks the touches they give, the lurches in his heart and the never ending running of both of them in his head is not normal.
Baekhyun doesn't know what love is and Chanyeol shows him. “No, no, I’ll change the question. Do you love me?” Chanyeol, finally looked up. His eyes were staring into Baekhyun’s, wishing, hoping he could decipher what the other was thinking. Baekhyun’s eyes were far away, in a place where he couldn’t reach him.
“I’m married, Chanyeol. That’s why I can’t stay.” Baekhyun walked away and this time Chanyeol let him go.
Chanyeol's parents are against their relationship. Baekhyun has had enough.
Chanyeol likes Baekhyun. Baekhyun likes Chanyeol. Ok so Chanyeol doesn’t really know that. It’s just a hunch. But he’s got a fool proof plan to know if Baekhyun does.
Chanyeol knew their past was gone. He's trying to build his future. He hopes and prays it includes Baekhyun.
“I need a date for the dance this Saturday.” Chanyeol said. “Dance? There’s a dance this Saturday?” Baekhyun was scratching his head, he’s sure there’s nothing going on in his school this Saturday. “Yeah, in my school? Cause you know we don’t go to the same school.” “Oh yeah, right. Got it.” Baekhyun was suddenly wide-awake. Is Chanyeol asking him to be his date to the dance? But he cannot be, they’re not even dating, Chanyeol’s not even gay. Is he?
"Let's break up" Those three words kept replaying in his mind like a broken record with no end. Onew never felt so much hurt in his life. Like a knife was being stabbed on his heart, a thousand times.