Soyeonxyuqi Stories

[book 2 of don't...] We're in a bit of a fucked-up situation, aren't we? - It doesn't matter, whatever we have to do, we'll do it together.

Soyeon has a secret, and she plans on telling her girlfriend, Yuqi. But will this secret affect their relationship? This is a short story ~

Soyeon works as the janitor for a prison, and she is told to stay away from the jail's most dangerous inmate. She does the exact opposite.

What happens when the princess of China falls in love with a prisoner, a Korean mafia member? Soyeon thinks she can flirt her way out. But the fake love and flirting slowly turns into real love.. what will the two now do? What will Soyeons mafia do? Note: my writing progresses through out the chapters so the first 2 chapters may be a bit bad well at least to me. This is my first writing sorry

Song Yuqi x Jeon Soyeon

((It's SY,)) I sniff, holding Shuhua tightly, ((I think I like her...)) - - - - - - Yuqi x Soyeon ff inspired entirely by (G)I-DLE's "I FEEL" teaser videos.

One is a gang leader One is a second in command Yet their relationship was known to be rivalry... They dont know that they are enemies will they love each other when they find or will they hate each other and not fight for love

Yuqi an extrovert ends up living with an introvert Soyeon will they get along? "Well this is an awfully first impression" "Haha yeah" Ships included - - yuyeon - Sooshu - Mimin - Moonsun (possibly) - Wheesa (possibly) Started - July 17, 2021 Finished - Highest ranking so far - yuyeon #10 - soyeonxyuqi #3

Yuqi hasn't been the best girlfriend this past month. But that's alright, she's going to make it up up to Soyeon today. That is.. if she isn't too late.

The morning of January 1st and Yuqi wakes up to a cold bed.

Jeon Soyeon was tired of the same schedule over and over again every day, when one day, a Chinese girl entered her norm. Song Yuqi was a barista at a local cafe, but she was bored of her job until a producer became a regular at the cafe and her new roommate.

Fever-hot tears ran down her face as she tried to move the knife, trying desperately to get it out of her. She wanted to keep trying, but, somehow, she knew. She knew it was too late.