moonsun
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lost love (moonsun) by wassupimcrying
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war au soulmate au "so, this is love?" "for us, it is." (cover art cr to doodlefox2 on tumblr)
drabbles/oneshots (moonsun) by wassupimcrying
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unedited/raw fluff and angst one shots, etc
Lets meet eachother more often (moonsun) by aelure
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Moon Byulyi, a popular fansite finally meets her muse, Solar for the first time.
Late (moonsun) by aelure
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(oneshot) Moonbyul came home late for the third time this week, Whats Yongsun gonna do? (im horrible at summaries)
cherry lipstick (moonsun) by wassupimcrying
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'is your lipstick flavored?' byul smiles. 'cherry'
backstage (moonsun) by wassupimcrying
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idol!yongsun and stylist!byul one shot
one snowy night | moonsun by thosekoreanfanfics
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When winter arrives and the snow falls, nothing's better than snuggling up beside the fireplace under a warm blanket. As festive as the winter season is, no one could warm moonbyul's cold heart, maybe besides one... ©thosekoreanfanfics started: 160709 finished:
MAMAMOO by kpopgaypop
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mamamoo fluff
She Loved Me Not by toniswift13
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Byulyi decides that she hates the rain.
♧Nocturne♧ by fymoonsun
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Not often when we talk though. Undressing to the daily logs of this petty boss, that compliment, curling our lips at half-announced ambitions. Will I ever find the time to tell you what is inside of my mind? Maybe it's the fault of our language but dreams are innocent and pictorial. Then let our dreams speak for us side by side, leg over leg, an electroencephalographic kiss. that will be enough