Jongdae watches from afar as his love enjoys the world.  

Yixing is a genius composer. He's a well-known prodigy in the music department. But even the greatest talent has its own weakness. For Yixing, it's how he can never find the voice that will give life to his music. A voice that will sing in his mind as he pull note after note in the blank space. Therefore, creating a song he can finally be satisfied with.   He thought he would have to forever feel incomplete with his own work. To match his work with the singer to produce satisf

Jongdae has never had a date for prom, but things are a little different this time.

He had promised Jongdae that once the song was done, he'd sing for him.

ChenLay version of this prompt: When Chen jokingly puts Xiumin's ity up for sale on the internet, neither of them expect some guy in another country to pay thrice the asking price for it. XiuBaek as secondary couple

Chen and Lay have recently developed an obsession for a video game, Call of Duty, they play it practically any chance they have and talk about it to each other often. They consider themselves pro at the game but they've never revealed their username to each other, so what could possibly happen when they encounter each other on an online game and don't even know it? Certainly not peace as they basically declare war on one another.

A frustrating dance practice session quickly escalates into playful physical abuse and fluffy goodness. Somewhat platonic ChenLay for the Christmas season yay!

These words I never got to say. The timing seemed wrong every single day. I told you that you were beautiful a hundred times And you asked "Is that a crime?" The beautiful locks that I used to comb The wonderful times we had in Rome Now rest in my memories and as time went by I slowly started to die Slowly and softly I whisper in your ear "I won't be mad if you dissapear. I know that I might seem weak And

Write a paper he said. Jongdae thought as he grabbed a pencil and his spiral notebook. His psychology paper was due,and he almost didn't even do it. Which was bad considering it was 35% of their final grade. But it almost didn't matter to him. It didn't matter if the paper was assigned three months ago, he didn't care. Which was understandable considering who died. Jongdae let his emotions flow out on the paper by words. After he was finished, he was teary eyed, but h

When difficulties come his way, will he keep smiling? Or will his smile disappear?

footsteps sound across the linoleum of the kitchen floor, when they stop a door opens with a squeak and a soft gasp flies out of the man's mouth...

"You smell like oranges, the freshly squeezed kind." A ChenLay drabble.