"Welcome to Faction Zero, where you can only hope for a tomorrow."

Lee Taeyong is a spoiled son of the creator of the biggest and most successful publishing company, bent on bending the world to his will. After his father died, Taeyong was forced under the care of his step-father to be a photographer instead of shaping him into a humble heir. Being paid big bucks to follow around multiple artists, Taeyong couldn't really say no. After all, money solves everything. Maybe it'll solve Taeyong's feverish,

One day, when Jaehyun wakes up with a lot of bruises on his forearms, he knows there’s something wrong. The problem is, the bruises don’t look like his previous bruises whenever Jay - one of his alter egos - had the fight with the gangs. This time, the bruises look like the love bites.   "Even if a painful fate finds us, even if we are chocked in that pain, me

Taeyong saw it — the twisted red string — ever since he was born. He believed everyone had one, but the problem wasn't the person he'd find on the other side, but why he had two, tugging him in two different directions. One direction led to his everything, and the other, he just couldn't stay away from.

Jaehyun loves Doyoung. Of course he does. But he loves someone else too. And at the end of the day, he knows he needs to choose. He just doesn't know it would be so difficult.

"You're the only one that I want by my side forever, darling, out of all these people as countless as the stars."

One day, isang araw, nagkita-kita ang barkada sa Ilog Han.

"I know you more than I know myself, because I know what you're thinking when you close your eyes and shake your head. And I don't even know why I love you." ONESHOT but now with a continuation.

"It was 9 at night, and it was cold. I hope I can have another 9PM which is warmer, or at least 9PM which has you around."

In which Jaehyun, a runaway lacrosse player that distrusts everyone and everything meets Lee Taeyong, a familiar mystery.

Ten and Yuta are in search for a vampires.

Where in Lee Taeyong falls for the boy on the other side of the phone and Jung Jaehyun gives his heart away to the boy in front of him.

Love isn't so straightforward, because humans aren't straightforward either.  A mysterious boy sends Taeyong on a quest for love.

Lee Taeyong was a ballet instructor with a job he enjoyed, decent pay, and good friends. "Your life is still kind of...plain." Ten told him. What the hell did that even mean? He was doing just fine.  Jung Yoonoh was a chef at the popular restaurant in town. He followed his father's foot steps right into the culinary field and the rest is history. That is until a certain man caught his attention with wide eyes and fidgety hands. 

Hello, my name is Lee Taeyong. I am 25 years old. I loved to dance, but then, in an accident, I was blind and lame. I have my guardian angel who helps me live, he dances with me. Because when I dance, and when I am with him, my world is filled with light.

Do you believe in magic?

Where Taeyong and Jaehyun both love the feeling. ♡

Empat pasang mata berlainan warna itu terbelalak lebar sebelum sama-sama berteriak, “UAPAAAAAAAAAA????!!! HELLO BABY???????”

See how Christmas is spent in the NCT dorm together with the boys this one week to Christmas! 

My 2nd oneshot of JAEYONG for celebrating #3YearsWithJAEYONG

To say he was shocked was an understatement. When Taeyong came home to find a note left by his best friend, Ten, that he had left to Italy without another word to persue his love-life, Taeyong was angered, and at the same time, miserable. And so, Taeyong spends his summer in Venice, Italy. But, he wasn't in the mood for Italy's fresh sunshine or its fairy-tale landscapes. All he wanted to do was find his friend. 

They hate each other.   PERIOD.

Would you like a hug?

Taeyong met Jaehyun in his freshman year of high school, and since then have been the best of friends. Which is why five years later, they find themselves going to the same university, and were even living together in the same dorm room. Soon after starting college, they both made it a habit to go to the weekly Friday night frat party. During one of these parties, Taeyong and Jaehyun were unusually bored, and decided to find some entertainment on Jaehyun's laptop. They were searching the web

As much as Doyoung wanted to admit that he didn't hate that Jeno was an overprotective brother, he did. Sometime's Doyoung wished that Jeno was never his Jaehyun's younger brother. Or that Jeno didn't hate him that much.  Well it wasn't hard to admit that Doyoung made fun of Jeno's Hitler type actions. So did Doyoung's friends. 

Nakamoto Yuta's life as an international bartender intern in Seoul doesn't go as smooth as he predicted it to be, but then comes Johnny Seo, and suddenly everything falls into their own places perfectly. Almost, unless the fact that Johnny's taken. Obviously. 

Taeyong and Jaehyun used to be close. Best friends even. So why are they so unhappy to see each other when Taeyong returns to his hometown after a crazed stalker tries to ruin his life? Well, maybe their other best friend can answer that. Ya know, if he wasn’t dead and six feet under. While competing for social dominance in a school that praises the popular for just being there, Taeyong starts to suspect his stalker is back in business, but this time, with a new target. Jaehyun.

Taeyong is sick and twisted. He's a villain.  Only for Jaehyun. 

(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. as for me, you're the source of my hiraeth.

Lee Taeyong never asked to be the good guy. He was born to be a thief, not a hero. When a mysterious killer takes away the King's life, though reluctant, Taeyong is forced to work with the royal family to uncover some dirt on their royal killer. His life is no longer in his own hands; yet, it was dwindling under the blade the Crown Prince has placed upon him.

"I’ll tell you my heart-pounding confession," Lee Taeyong  intensely look at Jung Jaehyun's eyes with full of sincerity. "Again and again and again."