where jonghyun is gaining his eyesight back and kibum is worried he won't find him attractive anymore. Domestic AU  

Choi Minho had his ability to trust people beaten out of him. But along the way, life helps him get it back.

Taemin is running away from home but on the way he meets a boy with eyes like burnt sienna that make him feel perhaps home isn't four walls but two eyes and a heartbeat. 

Omegas need to be needed. Jongdae hopes to find an alpha who understands this. Pairing!Kris/Chen, SidePairing!BaekSoo, ABO!AU

The white walls may have been the last sight they saw of each other but it was now transformed into the reason they were reunited together.

All she ever wanted was to get Mark Tuan to notice her. But for some twisted reason, all her attempts to get Mark to notice her have garnered the unwanted attention of Jackson Wang and Rap Monster, Kim Namjoon.

He barely hears Yunho anymore. The birds drown everything out with their singing. Fa-la-la-la. Fa-la-la-la. He feels his lips mouthing along.

"Be a silent puppet, they command, and let me manipulate the strings tied across your limbs. "

In a world where people once divided have joined together to fight a common evil, what does one do when you find out all that you have believed in is a lie, even if that lie belies something good? ~*~ [A/N: For ladybirdcarina, because she got sad a certain someone died in my other fic for Yeonah, so hyunsaeng was p

Oh Sehun is an 18 year old boy who's sick of his parents, scholarships and life. He gets himself kicked into a special school for special people, and indeed everyone there was special. But there was one person who stood out. Luhan. And Sehun is dying to know more about him.

  He was deathly afraid of flying, and he never would have dreamed of meeting the love of his life on one of the scariest flights he had ever been on.       For Chanyeol, love

  Seunghyun could never understand what Jena ever saw in him.

It was raining again. It was probably the only thing that hasn’t changed since then. How long has it been? Months? Years? I couldn’t tell. All that remained in my mind was the familiar scent of tea brewing in the pot. I still couldn’t quite tell which tea it was by smell, familiarity doesn’t always mean mastery. It was like that with him.