Hana had loved Kim Mingyu for already ten years. Although she knew Mingyu was someone she couldn't be with, she just couldn't help but fall for him over and over again. Mingyu was about to marry his crush that he had loved for many years. As a person who has been adoring only one man in her life, Hana was in despair for not confessing her true feelings but all she wants was for Mingyu to be happy. Could she move on and accept the fact she's going to let go of her first love forever? Or would things take a turn? - The plot of the story is made and planned by the author herself. Therefore, plagiarism is not allowed. Thank you and enjoy reading c': ♡

A sequel and book 2 of His Girl Hana thought after all the things she went through, everything was going to be completely fine, everything was going to be like what she expected to happen. But sometimes, not everything we plan goes the way we want it to be. - Ideas are all mine and planned by myself. Plagiarism is not allowed. If any similarity with your story, it's just a pure coincidence. Thank you & enjoy reading my second trash c: ♡

In which two neighbors get stuck in an elevator together. Seungcheol x Jeonghan finished: March 29, 2016 ----- © Copyright 2016. All rights reserved. ohmyjisoos

; an 18 year old girl, Kim Kijung, worked at a corner coffee shop to earn money to pay for her apartment and to survive college. one day at work, a handsome young man comes into her work place - - - AU

❝joshua should stop hurting me nah, he won't❞ ─ his first fan becomes his first love warning; cliche af

in which two boys get stuck in an elevator together [editing...again] completed: 16th of april, 2016

"i signed the contract to a boy who i dont quite know, im doomed. why did i even say yes?" Currently in process of editing and fixing before final two chapters COVER BY ME highest (seventeen) #63

new york city was a place analeigh rioux thought she knew. until she ran into choi seungcheol, that is. ; started: december 2015 completed: -

- sequel to stay - dear joshua, as the days grow colder i feel myself slip. i'm still picking up the pieces of the mess you made. from, a broken girl.