The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
Woodnote
seen from Italy
seen from Türkiye

seen from Türkiye
seen from South Korea
seen from Italy
seen from China
seen from France
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from France

seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Italy
seen from T1
seen from China

seen from Malaysia
seen from Bolivia

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Italy
seen from China
The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
Woodnote
Because home is where the heart is and wherever Junmyeon is, that’s home for him.
I'm gonna love you for a long time
I fell for you.” Luhan confesses at once, knocking Minseok’s breath away. Minseok feels cold needles prickle his palms, a rush of blood go up to his head, making him dizzy, raising his body temperature. “I fell for you before we even met. I just hadn’t realized.
Starstruck
The grass by his face rustles with the wind and he feels life slip away from the gaps in between his fingers, the same ones Jongin held so tenderly, kissed so softly. Memories creep back, bitter and yet so lovely, and Lu Han wonders if Jongin is out there, in the same battlefield, thinking of him as he dies.
Build your heart an army
You do not remember me?” There is hurt as Sehun nods his head, giving the only answer he can think of. “How can I know who you are, when I do not even know who I am?
Xeno
Thank you for staying. Thank you for not giving up, for saving me. For putting back all the broken pieces together. I love you.” He curls his fingers onto the gun. The gun which he fished out along with the plants. Curling closer, he points the pistol onto Kyungsoo’s forehead. What he doesn’t expect to see though, is Kyungsoo breathing a sigh, single tear trailing down the cheek. “I love you too.” Jongin fires.
So fill to me the parting glass, goodnight and joy be with you all
yooo this taohun fic tho