❝Just shut up and fuck me❞ ❝Gladly❞ -°°°- What happens when a fuckboy and an 'ex fuckboy' end up becoming roommates? -°°°- Mature content 💀 Top: Wooyoung / Bottom: San ATEEZ / KQ Fellaz Woosan fanfic fcklogic Some Minjoong (Mingi x Hongjoong)
Wooyoung reunites with his ex, Choi San, after 5 years, after San cheated on him with one of Wooyoung's (old) friends. What will happen when they meet again?
Jung Wooyoung, a quiet boy who decides to work at a mental asylum full of the most dangerous and insane criminals, only to get a lot of money. Choi San, the most dangerous and insane prisoner there, gets looked after by Wooyoung. Will they get along?
a boy named Wooyoung is living a normal life. Not much of a happy life as he lived alone as his parents abandoned him because he was "annoying" "loud" blah blah blah all that stuff that isn't true. Now he has to leave his home because he has to sleep in a dorm room at his school. And his roommate is no other then Choi...
What happens when a rumour goes round? Saying that a nice boy who has a lot of friends [Wooyoung] and a popular boy who everyone loves [San], are dating. Even though it's not true. They agree with each other to TRY and stop this rumour. Only to make it spread more. But what if the popular boy DOESN'T want to stop this...
"Tú nunca supiste lo que era tener a ese idiota al lado. Lo que era que te sonriese cada tres segundos, sin importar qué. Esos ojos de cachorrito que encerraban la actitud de una fiera. Ese cabrón de rizos rubios". -Finalizada.
Alguien dijo que no debíamos fiarnos de las apariencias. Y es que Satanás alguna vez fue un ángel. -Finalizada. Portada: @ov8___
-¿Quién mierda eres? -Un chico cualquiera. ¿Y tú? -No te importa. -Mmm... -pensé, dando vueltas con la piruleta por mi lengua- No eres un tiburón, ni una serpiente, ni un felino, pero... si te busco, te escapas. Y si me encuentras, me atrapas. ¿Qué eres? -Eso se llama sobrevivir. Le tendí la mano. -Pues encantado, sup...
"-Tu sola presencia me hace un lío, Jung Wooyoung. Y a veces te odio porque me haces dudar de mí mismo, pero a veces te adoro porque nunca antes nadie me había acariciado el pelo por las noches. Tampoco me habían dado un abrazo mientras lloraba, ni se habían sentado conmigo en la terraza mientras fumaba el primer ciga...
