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Tom ne parle pas et se contente de s'exprimer à travers ses photographies. Il passe son temps à prendre des photos et surtout, des portraits de Bill qu'il trouve vraiment beau. Jusqu'au jour où il envoie une photo à ce dernier et que Bill veuille apprendre à le connaitre... Couverture : Laue Primeau

"He thinks I have stigmata," Frank said, because what the fucking hell, it couldn't get any worse. He might as well just lay it out. "Oh, well," said Brian into his hands. "Of course." ~ I did not write this story. All credit goes to the author, Bexless on Archive Of Our Own. Link to the original story: http://archiveofourown.org/series/9795

Falling in love with someone is a crazy feeling. Whether it's forbidden, complicated, or secretly then can't do anything about it. But Seulgi? Couldn't she be more crazy for falling for someone who dies a decades ago? It started when she visits an antique shop and her interests quickly piques when she saw an old dusty photo, a photo of a beautiful maiden that she has no idea would change her life forever. Do you have any idea of how things would go? Well, Seulgi would do anything just to know this maiden that's for sure. But does it worth it? What if she just complicates it all? An AU Seulrene with time traveling. . | Disclaimer* All rights will go to the original author.

WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content. Not recommended for precious little eyes. Please remember to practice safe sex always and don't fall in love with boys like Matty. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My middle finger scrolled through the questions on my laptop, tapping loudly in annoyance. "Do you find yourself interrupted by sexual thoughts or desires as you are completing mundane daily tasks?" I asked him. Matty's index finger was tracing the square of his jaw now, which was atypically speckled with perfectly symmetrical stubble. I noticed every detail about him, the curve of his lips, the slant of his brows, the itty-bitty moles scattered on his face. "Sometimes," he answered. "For example, today, I was thinking about you in the shower, about how nice it'd be to fuck you against the glass door." I grinded my teeth together and clenched my hands tight. "Matty," I said, trying to be as firm as possible. "Those kinds of comments are inappropriate." Especially because I was imagining the same thing this morning, and for him to have been doing the same thing, it floored me. "You said to answer as truthfully and honestly as possible, Jones," he shrugged, toying with his hair. "My turn? Am I frustrating you, darling?"