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(Jaehyun B-day Tribute) It's the 14th of February, the national single awareness day and for Jaehyun his birthday which would supposedly expire without much happening until Ten decided to gather some of his most noteworthy exes and conduct an impromptu ex-lovers convention.
Doyoung found love while in search for next great love story.
Jung Jaehyun, at 29, is in a mid life crisis. He finds himself surrounded by his friends who are settling down – marriage, family and all. Destiny must be telling Jaehyun something when he once again sees Kim Doyoung, his ex-boyfriend from 7 years ago. Jaehyun and Doyoung were a perfect couple and were to tie the knot. It all ended at the altar when Jaehyun had a panic and left Doyoung alone i
In a snap, hundred-year old Doyoung finds himself in line to the crown of Xeo Cucio, the vampiric domain of the frozen-hearted. He gained such power but he lossed everything he cherished - his freedom, his family, his light. He vowed.
by Jung Jaehyun Dedications and Preface: I would like to dedicate this essay to the people who ogle, drool and wet their pant(ie)s at the sight of Kim Dongyoung (a.k.a. your ‘Doyoung’-oppar) and his equally distasteful cronies, y ice-person (he doesn’t deserve to called a prince, for all I know he’s definite
Who is Qian Kun? To his fangirls...he's the ultimate prince. To his parents...he's the 'best son we could ever hope for' and they can actually brag in the face of other people, not just for the sake of family cliches To his Psychology (very minor subject) Professor...He's the best and worst student at the same time To his (real) friends...he's a psychotic, manipulative, and evil taking the form of a cute button No other knows who the real Kun is. Only h
"Freeze!" Doyoung was born unlucky. That's why he he was broke and hunted by the police.
Everyone wants to touch his ethereal skin. Yet no one dares to. Everyone desires to hold every ephemeron born of his eyes. Yet no one dares to. He was nothing but an empty ivory devoid of his Pygmalion.