Oneshot (7 oneshot fanfics)
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One-shot. 2697 words. Eight pages in length. Fluff. Ryeowook x Grace (OC) Dear -mewwoofmew-, I'm sorry it took me so long to give you your one-shot for winning first place in my contest, but here it is! I tried contacting you a couple weeks ago about a question I had, but it seems you have deleted your user account. TT.TT I'm going to miss our chats, my dongsaeng, but I hope that you pop in every once in awhile even without an account, so
One-shot. 3567 words. Eight pages in length. Angsty at the beginning, but ends happy. I guess you could call this OC x OC or OC x optional bias. (No names are ever mentioned.) Rated PG-13 for certain implications and situations. Trigger warning. Honestly, probably by most people's standards, this would be considered PG instead of PG-13, but I'd rather 'overrate' it then 'underrate' it so as not to cause offense to anyone. This is more of
Sungmin x Haru (reader) A Sungmin one-shot written for my friend, smilebear24, for winning third place in my contest. You should check out her work! Genre: Fluff
A Yesung One-Shot written for Aahnri, the second place winner of my contest. Prompt: Two people finding comfort, love and acceptance with each other. Genre: Fluff
A Yesung one-shot. It's more like a long, fluffy drabble. Written for my good friend, Yesung_forever, who won first place in my contest. You should check out her work too! ^-^ Genre: Fluff
A one-shot I wrote for all those out there struggling to recover from self-harm. I love all my dongsaengs on here who are struggling with this. Please know you are not alone! Things may be hard, but never give up yourselves. You're lives are precious. Don't let them go to waste. If I could do it, then I know you can too! I love you all! Hwaiting! **** I based this story on the Butterfly Project. If you would like to know more about the Butterfly Proje
Exerpt He stared out the window, slowly removing his hands from the pane. An image of a seventeen year old girl appeared in his mind. She stood leaning towards an opened window to feel the cool air against her cheeks as she listened to the rain outside. Sungmin sat back down in his seat, staring at the rain. He looked down at the ring on h