Although seen as a fragile petite woman by her friends and relatives, Dara Park is clearly more than what meets the eye. She is beautiful, graceful, smart and packed with a feisty side to boost. A kind of woman you would want to marry and rave about. Dara is a strong-headed, alpha-kind of a woman. She is not someone who takes charge and is never too likely back out without a fight. That is Sandara Park for you.

The male character is TOP, but I named it Sean in this story. The female character is Lizzie. Lizzie in the pride and prejudice movie I guess.  This story tells about a girl who wish she could love someone reachable. 

The cheering crowd was so loud that they seemed to destroy my eardrums but it wasn't loud enough to deafen me to hear the beating of my heart. I took a step back, hiding my teary eyes behind my sunglasses from everybody else.     

Bom is the top spy in her agency. She even beat Kwon Jiyong or more known as G-Dragon, by placed number 1, in their 'Top Spy Chart'. Why she could beat him? Because she follows rules- she's not as flirty as GD. Because she doesn't trust guys. To her, all men

What if the one that got away comes back? "You have to let him go..." "I'm the one he truly loves... We'll figure something out..."

It's Seunghyun's birthday.

awkward boners at award shows.

Drabble. A flower and a note, that's how it started.

If fate had given you an opportunity to meet the person you admired for years, you would have wanted to at least build rapport with him. But your stupid alarm went off and destroyed that slim chance that you had... or did it really?

Years of unrequited love come to a head in Japan.  (Or, the one in which the language isn't the only thing they have trouble understanding.)

Una historia corta basada en Baby Good Night by GD&TOP. Posible canon

What would you regret the most? doing it or not. 

"What if I don't want to be pretty tonight?" Jiyong mumbled.

Minho falls in love with a painting. And also with the person behind the cryptic smile. 

    Kwon Jiyong was a playboy, he played with woman’s heart.

The wind whistled through the dusty trails of sun-scorched streets at high noon. Town hall bell tower clanging in each hour as an unconscious ripple made its way through the yellowed buildings and waiting mounts. He was back.

Hearing his calling sound, she knew her life had never been completed....     Strumming my pain with his fingers

A girl who trapped in her past...