From Dragons to Unicorns - We belong together by HumiMeyra, literature
Literature
From Dragons to Unicorns - We belong together
Day 1
*24 hours until transformation*
6 a.m.
The alarm is ringing loudly. Yawn, I don’t wanna get up. Sleeping is all I want. My giant bed is my best friend and my clock is my worst enemy.
“Master Jiyong, please wake up.”, our maid is softly calling for me.
She is standing outside my room and waiting in front of my door, I believe. She never enters my room. No one ever does, except the middle-aged lady Lee Soo Ae, who is the head of our maids. My parents are always busy. Working day and night. My dad is in America, having a great meeting and my mom is in France, scheduling her fashion show. They are working their asses
Sunday. The end of the week, perfect for lazing around the fireplace and doing absolutely nothing. Right now, you were gazing through the door waiting for a certain someone to come back after he went to get his guitar after you asked him to play something for you.
"Here I am~!" Jae exclaimed the moment he got back, holding his precious guitar, "You wanted me to play something specific or?"
"Nah, sing whatever you'd like~"
"Alright ma'am!"
He strummed the strings of his guitar lightly, making tranquil notes as he played the instrument. It was rare for him to serenade you, but you always enjoyed every second of it. Plus, the rareness of it
I groaned, and covered my head, as I felt someone shake my shoulder. A whiny “Jaehwa~” escaped the lips of the person, giving me a pretty good clue as to who it was. Turning with a sigh, I didn’t even flinch when I felt Jongin wrap his arms around my body and cling like a koala. I sighed again.
Being friends with EXO, I was with them when they won the award for ‘song of the year’ at the Melon Music Awards, which was a giant accomplishment for them. Of course, that mean right after, it was a time for drinking. And, since their managers didn’t really feel like dealing with the 12 of them drunk, they decided
Imagine #26 Of Phone Calls And Late Night Chats by Deedee78965, literature
Literature
Imagine #26 Of Phone Calls And Late Night Chats
The shrill noise of an alarm beeping insistently goes off, waking up Jung Eunmi from her sleep.
With bleary eyes, and a half asleep mind, she reaches over for her phone, noting the time, 4:28 AM, and the fact she has a text, as always, from her best friend, Im Changkyun.
Rubbing her eyes, and yawning, she clears her throat, and sits up a bit in bed, before unlocking her phone, and opening the messaging app.
It’s not uncommon for Eunmi to be doing this. To be tending to Changkyun at these ungodly hours of the night, especially when she has school the next day. But really, it’s become a habit for her, one that she can’t, an
Imagine# Minhyuk from Monsta X by TeMaRiNr1, literature
Literature
Imagine# Minhyuk from Monsta X
I walked down towards my older brother and his friends dorm, if you want to know my brother are Hyungwon from the new famous group Monsta X. I am just a year younger but he see me like I am a child, but I love him anyway.
I walked for a while until I arrived at their dorm and knocked on their door and waited for someone to open the door. The door opened and I saw Minhyuk open the door with a big grin on his face and I smiled up at him.
*Hi there ____-ah~* He said as he hugged me tightly after I stepped inside the dorm.
*Hi Minhyuk Oppa~* I hugged him tightly back.
When we released our hug I saw Hyungwon Oppa walk towards me with a big warm ha
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Mercenary!AUBoth of you are in your middle/late twentiesFem!ReaderA bit of a warning: Some profanities. Murder (no murder scene though!! Just the mention of it).
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Jimin always did a good job - he listened to what was the problem, did his job and got paid. It wasn't hard, honestly - beating people up, scaring the shit out of them, basically all the dirty work. After all, he's gotta make a living, the payment was good and he'd always do his best at whatever the job was. What more was to question?
The only job he hadn't yet taken was a position of a hitman. He considered it, but the circumstances were always far too shady, and the
You use words to paint such vivid sceneries. I drown in your sentences, your honey voice melting me momentarily. And not to mention your laugh. Your laugh, so contagious, so adorable. Every sound you make is heaven to my ears.
You once said to me; "Love is a butterfly, approach it carefully. It hides from us, and only for a moment it lands on our palm. Treasure it when it does.."
That's when I knew; I have fallen in love with you.
When I told you all of that you brushed your lips gently against my own, letting that wonderful laugh escape your throat.
You've called me your butterfly, your drop of water on your palm. You promised to love me