Exok (10 exok fanfics)
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A total of 50 drabbles with EXO as the main character(s). So I've given a challenge to write drabbles since I'm bad at it haha. My friend gave this and actually I've started since last year around november or december and it includes random boybands. But then someone suggested for me to write it here. Even though I've made the list of who-to-write, when EXO came into my life, the list was screwed with the appearance of EXO members. So, haha, I changed all of the characte
They're told to be together all the time. Sehun skipped a year so he can stay in the same class with Chanyeol. He was told to even sleep in Chanyeol's room. But of course, the nighttime was all studies and guarding for Sehun. But all of them didn't disturb his school.
He seemed to understand and maybe going out from the room is the best choice for his life. An expression of hurt caught by my eyes and I feel a sudden weight pressed onto me. I felt guilty but that's the way it should be so. I let out a deep sigh after the
~ Sehun was six and he puts the same socks as three years ago. His friends use a bigger one but his father always said to him not to be greedy about presents.
"Hyung~" "Yes?" "You know what makes me smile?" "What is it?" "The first word in my question."
She walked along the corridor. It’s always the same. Even after years, nothing had really changed. The paintings were still hanging on the wall. Beautifully covered by tiny dust. But nothing had really changed. They’re still the same with bright colors he had always used. She smiled, recalling back the past memories one by one. Tears flooding her eyes as her steps become closer to a room at the end of the hall. She grabbed the knob but didn’t even think to open it. She’s
"Why do people love me but hate you?" "Because..."
Everyday's a paradise. There's nothing else you see except happiness when both of you are together. You thought, there'll be nothing that can make this tight rope untied. But, love is not perfect without arguments. And when both of you start to argue, you can't help but to be selfish. You can't help to hold yourself not to say words egoistically. The fact, every single word might change everything for a lifetime. And maybe that'll be the time when you regret ever
When someone's born, God stated. Happiness and sorrow will be there. In their holds, in their hands. They'll just need to choose. For me, it's not working. I hate storms. Because it took away my everything. Even from the first I opened my eyes. To when it became my last cry. The sun's never here above me. Sky never changes back its color. World becomes dark. Clouds hanging, ready