Everyone has something they treasure. For Choi Jonghyun, this treasure is a song.  - - - I was going through my really, really old collection of fanfic ideas/notes and I realized I had a completed one-shot that I never put up. This was written in 2013 and my writing has changed a lot since then, but I still thought I'd share it! :)

Another peaceful day ahead, without plans, without worries. Waking up next to the person you love, and kissing them a "good morning". This is what Changhyun's life was like. Beautiful, carefree, and happy. He had expected this day to be the same, but he was wrong.

Changhyun and Byunghun were together. Passionately in love, completely mad for one another. But people kept harassing them, telling them it's wrong to be together, wrong to be gay, that they should just kill themselves. They couldn't take it anymore. All of their close friends had betrayed them, all be

This is a story focused on fear. L.Joe is stuck inside a world, a lonely one. He has always been smart, but in the beginning, he doesn't even know enough to begin questioning what happened to him. His memory is constantly being erased, and to overcome that is to ask for death's hand. Note: This story is currently trash, and it is going to be going through heavy, heavy editing. Check back later for improvements.

Hello guys~ This is actually a sequel to my one-shot Entry #35 . You don't have to read Entry #35 in order to read this, but it would probab

This is a Chunjoe one-shot, written in Chunji's POV. . . And it's very sad.. I felt like crying as I wrote the ending.. So it's clearly angst. Pure angst. Not rated, family safe, aside from like two cuss words...  Oh, and I am now Definitely going to be writing a sequel (in Byunghun's POV).  ^^ There goes my description XD .. I'm sorry that it doesn't really explain anything, it's just, I wrote all of this at once without planning it, so I never really had a description in

Argh.. So, a long while ago, maybe a month or so, my friend made me sad.. xD.. So I started to write this.. But then half way through I stopped being sad and realized what I had written was a piece of poo and terribly.  And then, today, I was looking over my drabbles and whatnot and saw it... just, on the screen, unfinished.. I read over it and thought, "Well... it's almost done anyways.." and finished it.  So being sad +  Trying to practice using less dialogue = Th