Only three months did Wooyoung have to win Yunho over. Atleast he had hope. San had none. Just watching Wooyoung , his best friend that he was in love with try his luck through those 90 days.

[ C O M P L E T E D ] Minho was amazing at calming kids. Whenever the teachers ever had a more than troublesome student, they would always call for him. He knew exactly what to do and what to say when there was a temper tantrum or endless crying. And he always calmed children down-always made them smile in a matter of minutes. Though with adults... he was a little lost, especially when Jisung's glossy, clouded eyes meet his gaze, brows stressing over his eyes and cheeks burning a horrible red. "Am I a bad parent?" He asks, Minho shaking his head profusely. But maybe he answered too quickly, perking up when he noticed Jisung almost cry harder. OR Single father Han Jisung is suddenly called to school regarding his daughter's bad behavior. Instead, he ends up crying in front of the teacher.

꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ Han JiSung maybe is a little bit dumb and naive, but is incredible cute and lovely. Lee Minho finds out about it when Han JiSung text him because he has a little cruel on older. In other words - it's story about boy cute like candy who fell in love with (seemingly) cold, mean, emotionless, but handsome as hell school's king. JiSung don't believe in gossips around the school about Minho's cold heart and decided to prove everyone that Minho can love him just as much as he loves Lee. ___________ . . . . . Ji.sung.ie Chan Hyung says I'm cute like a tiny kitten And you love cats So you love me too, right? ___________ . . . . . Lixie.fixie I'm warning you Lee Break my Jisung's heart, and I will personally break every bone in you, enjoying watching you writhe in pain. ! CHAT ! INSTAGRAM AU ! OPISÓWKI ! SCHOOL AU ! FLUFF ! TRCH SMUT !

Just say that you love me too, and I will cross every boundary for you to be mine. Mine forever ♡ "Minho. Call me Minho"

Seonghwa hasn't been this bad in a while. It was a combination of things, really, that lead to the fall. It always is. Hongjoong's deep inside of him, forcing his back to arch. "So pretty, Seonghwa," he groans, hands skimming down Seonghwa's body. The praise doesn't set him on fire the way it normally does, the coil in his abdomen feels less like arousal and more like some sort of dread. A dead weight. He screws his eyes shut. "So pretty for me, baby," Hongjoong whispers right into his ear. Seonghwa doesn't believe it for a second.