Angst (10 angst fanfics)
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"Everything that kills me... "...makes me feel alive." "His cheekbones are more sculped. His skin is clearer. Even from here, I can tell he's grown. He's put together, he's neat in his suit and tie, and here I am, standing in my jeans and rolled-up sleeves, my red hair desperately in need of a brush, working at the local coffee shop. "Hey, Mark." His voice is deeper than I remember it,
You took me to your favourite place on Earth to see the tree they cut down ten years from your birth. Our fingers traced in circles round its history, we brushed our hands right back in time through centuries. As you held me down, you said:
"I won't let you fly, I won't say goodbye. I won't let you slip away from me."
"Said the night wind to the little lamb Do you see what I see
Chanyeol's heart was broken on Christman Eve, at 11:58 Three years past, and in that time, he met an angel.
"The night is too short. The blackness, the silence, the glitter of stars in the sky, it's all too short. But I think that if it is any longer, I wouldn't be able to take it."
"Please stay here, I’m asking you a favor, I’ll treat you better, I can’t let you go yet
A thousand paper cranes. There is an old Japanese legend that anyone who folds a thousand paper cranes gets a wish. A chance.
This is story of a love. Blossomed over the seasons, between two. This is only pieces of the story; only what has happened on a stone bench, surrounded by twisting cherry trees, water in the near distance, the sky in pieces above. Only told at the first of each month, only told from the view of Donghae, a boy who has no one. No one, but then he meets Hyukjae, below the cherry trees, and there begins his first love story.
Hyukjae is a boy who once had a family. A loving one, with a mother to tuck him in at night. A father to teach him how to catch a baseball. He could still remember those times. He clung to those memories, like one might cling to the root while dangling over a bottomless hole. Because now, his parents fought. Every day, every night. They never hit each other, though. That was for Hyukjae. Hitting in the family was reserved to just Hyukjae receiving the off-handed slaps, the punc