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He figured he shouldn’t have been surprised that he fell in love with her. What’s not to love anyway? Their friendship was something he likewise did not expect to actually happen, aloof and introverted as he was, the exact opposite of who he eventually discovered her to be. She had friends of her own, he had his, and by some miracle of the universe, she’d taken it upon herself to reach out and befriend him. It really was something that caught him off-guard, despite the fact th
When he wakes up, she’s gone. She never stays. He fights the urge to sigh unhappily, a part of him pointing out that he should’ve been used to this by now. It’s their unspoken agreement – their default arrangement – after all. But he’s a hopeless roma
She was blind, but he didn’t know that the day she entered his life. He needed the extra cash during those times and so he had to juggle two jobs on if he wished to survive. Mornings and early afternoons were spent in the bakeshop he worked for, where he spent his time assisting customers or watching the in house baker work. It was his lifelong dream to put up a bakery of his own and he figured this would be
His first memory of her was one involving lots of bawling children, hesitations, and first day blues. First day of school. He was the new kid in town. His parents had dropped him off in his new school and the moment he stepped out of the car, he was welcomed by the sight of other kids like him sobbing their lungs out, holding on to their parents for dear life.
He was tired of always being left behind. Never good enough. Never the right one. Never him. It was never him. It seemed a whole lot of bitterness. Yes, it did. But it was the truth in the eyes of Shim Changmin.
I saw Sooyoung today. For the first time in four years, I saw her again. She doesn't remember me.
The Game of Chance: A Sooyoung-HET One Shot Writing Contest is open to all AFF authors who are willing to write a oneshot using a Sooyoung-HET (Sooyoung x male idol) pairing. You have free reign over most of the aspects of your entry, including which Soo-HET pairing to use, genre, and plot. However
She missed him most when it’s autumn. She didn’t miss him as much when it’s summer, spring and winter because… well, she had no memory of him and any of those seasons. But autumn He and autumn always went together. It was on the last day of autumn of four years
“Dance with me.” She held out her hand once they stood in the middle of the garden, howling in laughter when he nearly gagged on that piece of bread he was trying to swallow. “Come on, oppa. We don’t have all day.” “I can’t dance, remember?” She waved off his excuse. “I’ll teach you.” “You taught me many times
Winter has come. It is cold again, gloomy, silent and dark. The snow falls from the open sky; flake after flake, crystal after crystal, landing quietly on the Earth like cool, soft cotton. Winter has indeed arrived. A snow flake lands on the tip of her perfectly
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It's been a hundred years. Many things have changed. But there are things that still remain the same. Sooyoung is still looking for him.
Hello, Sailors! Before we get started, to those who are new to the family, Sooyoung-HET shippers in general (those who ship Sooyoung x male pairings) are called Sailors. It is because of the simple reason that our dear shikshin has so many ships enough to make up one Sooyoung-HET harbour :D So if you’re a Sage (Sooyoung/Changmin shippe
Song - a piece of music, usually employing a verbal text, composed for the voice, especially one intended for performance by a soloist - A story
He the multi-millionaire businessman She the critically-acclaimed pastry chef
She thought she was alone.
2013 - a common year starting on a Tuesday in the Gregorian calendar. - the 2013th year of the Common Era
Be still my heart Lately its mind is all its own It would go far and wide Just to be near you Even the stars, shining up bright I've noticed when you're close to me Still it remains a mystery. Anyone who's seen us Knows what's goin' on between us It doesn't take a genius To read between the lines And it's not just wishful thinking Or only me who's
Christmas It happens once a year. When all is said and done and the year's about to end, we celebrate. We celebrate life.