Myungsoo (20 myungsoo fanfics)
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Woohyun believes that the world is round. Sunggyu knows that the world is flat. And what goes around never comes around, what goes over the edge drowns.
You probably wouldn’t remember the things I won’t forget. That’s why I’m writing you these letters, so that you have something to hold on to. That’s just an excuse really.
Myungsoo is rich, handsome, successful, and Sungjong is a little too late.
Black Lemon Award Show [MyungJong Celebration]
Myungsoo is a lot of things. He is flesh, blood and bones. He is a philosopher, born between the rain and the rivers.
It’s always easier said than done. Always, no exception.
A house is not always a home… And a home isn’t always a house, or even a roof above your head. A home is something you have to experience, to call it home. ---
I’ve always been there when you needed me, always one step behind you; You may be someone else’s precious crystal now, but you’ve always been the Sun for me. Now you have someone else to think about at night, but I spend the nights sleepless for you;
Myungsoo doesn’t like winter, Sungjong does. But that doesn’t stop them from meeting, or falling in love. Because love changes people of opposite polarity so that they start to resemble each other.
When he gets selected to share his story on the Love Story segment of Radio Lovers, Myungsoo finds hope – if he can win the best story prize, he’ll be able to pay off all his debts and get back what he has lost. However, is his story strong enough to win?
I met you, draped in black, the space between us filled with tears, sighs, sunlight and beads of miracles. I am the carousel of all your dreams stuffed together hurriedly, pressing against each other, torn and faded. These miracles are for you.
Dreams are the wings of a butterfly, the tail of a tadpole, the sting of a bee, the end of beginning, the beginning of end. And there was once a boy, who borrowed dreams...
Press the wildflowers, save them for winter when nothing blooms. Keep them, close to your hearts to remind you of spring – dried souvenirs of the Queen of Seasons.
Sungjong runs away, from one broken world to one world of broken promises. In the end, he is left wondering if hope is a myth.
Time is a dressmaker, busy with alterations. Myungsoo witnessed Time’s handiwork all around him, and yet he remained Untouched, Unblemished. For him, Time was a mere Illusion...
Myungsoo’s vacation didn’t go as planned. He rode into an unknown place, fell in love, and missed the train and wasn’t ever so glad to go back home from vacation. L stands for Myungsoo, L stands for love and most importantly, L stands for Lee Sungjong.
Love doesn’t show up on forecast. It is inevitable, and it happens. And when it does, nothing else matters.