Fluff (22 fluff fanfics)
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I have no special talent, I am only passionately curious.
Was Youngjae dreaming? Or...
Youngjae’s always been ambitious. His best friend knows about this habit. He’s ambitious about getting the best grades, getting stuff done e
An idea I got from Yongguk's Zelo and Tigger post on instagram ♥
Flowers. Just a bunch of flowers.
Yongguk wants to confess to Himchan. But how?
I will eat the prettiest flowers
Th e smart type; Daehyun was always a straight A student, in school subjects and in looks. He goes
Daehyun caught a glance of that wonderful face he grew to love... But he knew he wasn't supposed to. He knew this, because when was the last time he was looking at his best friend, feeling butterflies in his stomach, just by looking at him?
You got teased for not having pierced ears. To you, it didn't really matter at first. Until you saw people wearing gauges and have plentiful piercings on the shell of a lot of peoples' ears. You got a bit jealous. Your boyfriend, Daehyun, has a pierced ear. You asked him if it hurt, and he replied, "Yeah, it did." you froze, but he continued, "for the first 10 minutes." That said, you felt a little comfortable, knowing he'd be there by your side as you got holes p
Youngjae is a smart kid. Though he never really wanted to show it off. He was naturally smart, he didn't even try. It just happens. The only time his mind becomes blank is when he's around this guy named Daehyun.
Himchan doesn't think he's good enough. They say he's cute and handsome, but he can't bring himself to believe anything they say. Some fans call him a weird derp, and make fun of him. He takes things too seriously in this situation. One person ridicules him for his current actions. This someone that goes by the name of Bang Yongguk, thinks he's the most beautiful person in the world. If only he had the courage to confess to Himchan face to face.
I enter the building, noticing that there was a man with dark-brown hair, plump pink lips, and talks in a dialect. His teeth were perfectly align, which made his smile more than radiant. He slowly came up to me and said, "Omo, you! Is that you? It's been so long!" How did he know my name?