(Seunghyun didn’t get selected for the group.)   (He ended up in an office, being told he worked better as a dancer only; his vocals were nothing to brag about. Perhaps he’d like a position as an official YG dancer?)  

The first time, there was a text message, twenty lines long. The second time, there was meticulous nit-picking of his choreography and music video. The third time, there is nothing.

When you meet your soulmate, you feel a tremor in your chest and a tingle down your spine. Your breath typically catches for a split-second – only you notice. When you touch them, something almost

(In loss for a better title, may this be it.)   I'll put oneshots/ drafts / I don't bother finishing here from now on, as it'll be uneccesary to have them on their own. idk. about 78% of these are utter crap but heeeeey :D  

"Seungri gazed with the affection of 2864 rude scrawny snakes." A beautiful love story, generated by a bot... Read and enjoy.     title: proud jiyong word count: <500 pairin

“He was really pretty and nice mommy, so I gave him aaall my crayons. And we sat together at lunch” Mommy’s hands still momentarily on Seunghyun’s jacket, before continuing to shrug it off his shoulders. “Oh really?” “Really” Seunghyun nods enthusiastically. “And he let me hold his hand, too”

  At first, he didn’t believe it – couldn’t believe it. What the news reporter was saying felt like a dream; Seunghyun saw her lips moving and the rainbow flag in the corner, but he couldn’t take it in.