My Wenrene One Shot collection.

They just need a constellation to guide them home.

Again, the tendrils of a summer love, thick and supposedly finite, wrapped tight around Seulgi’s throat, disabling her ability to speak. Joy took her silence for something else, the younger girl pressing the nose of her bridge tightly.

She looked like living desire, the craving, the want, boiling inside of Irene everytime she looked up to gathered another detail to draw, Wendy transitioning from easygoing to sultry in the time Irene had taken to draw her out, the look in her eyes taunting, as thou