“Did you two get in a fight?” BamBam asked after seeing the way they reacted, how it was icy cold once it was call: “Cut!”

I am stuck with my other stories… all of them, even the ones I don't post anywhere. I needed to force me to write something to get in the mood again so I tried something easy and short. I wanted to try this trope because I don't know why, I wanted pan maybe. Anyhow, it is completed, short and simple, so I won't take more than a few days to post it all. I hope you enjoy it.

She said she couldn’t look and feel like I wanted. She apologised and I knew it. It’s not like I was clueless about her feelings for Yi An, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. It doesn’t mean my heart didn’t break when she looked me with those apologetic eyes. Yet I accepted it. Now she’s back and I realise I don’t care if her feelings aren’t mutual, I’m just so damn happy she’s back. I just need her in my life, no matter how.

Mark watches with a torn heart the boy who cries, yet again, the loss of another loved one. His normally open, warm, kind and friendly features twisting in one of sheer despair and sorrow, with tears streaking his anguish-flushed cheeks and soft but completely broken whimpers escaping his lips. All what Mark wants to do is

“It only really feels like I’m back home when you greet me,” Jackson comments. “You’re the best at welcoming people.” Mark smiles as his heart stirs. Sometimes he wonders if Jackson feels the same way. There are days he thinks so, then there are others when he is sure that’s not the case and he’s reading too much into it. But he never dwells on that too much, because why even trying? It’s too complex. Too painful.

In which Jackson has had enough of Mark pushing him too far every time gets so close, every time it looks like an almost kiss. Every time.

Jackson spends so much time with BamBam now and Mark can't help feeling left behind and jealous. That until it piles up and he just bursts out.

Kim Hanbin has been in love with his childhood friend for the longest five years, and even if he is told to confess already, how could he? It's an unrequited love, he's sure of it, consdiering she's a Double B Shipper.

"It didn't matter how much I loved her. How better I loved her. For how long I loved her. Nothing of that mattered because she still chose him and not me, even when I opened my heart and offered it to her, still hoping, still being a fool. And even if I know it's futile, even if it makes no difference because she can't look at me... I still love her. Unconditionally. Devotedly. Hopefully. Strongly. Quietly. Distantly. My love for her is as constant as the beating of my heart, as my even breat