As the newest member of the house, Kyungsoo expected to get the whole twenty-questions and fifth-degree from his new housemates. He just hadn't anticipated how invasive some of those questions would be.

For the first time in his life Luhan is alone in his mind, no shared thoughts or feelings lingering just beneath his own. Just an empty void where the warmth of his pack mate's shared consciousness had once been, where the warmth of his mate and pups had once been.

Kim Taehyung has always been a little immature. Maybe a little more than most. Never one to take anything seriously, he's rarely had much reason to care about the world around him. That is until he's thrown into the middle of an unbelievable war, thanks to a weird little stray he made the mistake of taking home. Suddenly, things are deadly serious.

Hakyeon, an up and coming wedding planner at Couture Events, has just been assigned his first solo gig; the wedding of Gangnam socialite Lee Se Jin. So no pressure, right. Regardless of his client’s diva reputation, Hakyeon’s determined that this wedding goes off without a hitch, and it will if only they can find ‘the dress’. With barely two

Long ago, not long after the birth of man, when the great spirits illuminated the heavens and breathed life into the world, the great wolf spirit, Zitao, found himself lonely and incomplete.

A series of short-stories from the Brethren Universe.

Now accepting prompts! A collecion of oneshots inspired by reader prompts.

Dear Myself, There is someone I love ... Your life is not always your own, as Oh Sehun discovers when he wakes up to find that the past three years of his life have been stolen from him, hijacked by a stranger that wears his face.

Chanyeol's a hopeless romantic, maybe a little too hopeless. Baekhyun's a hard-core cynic with impossible standards.      

Death is not the end, as Luhan is about to find out.

Huang Zitao alway thought his extended family was weird. He just never knew how weird they truly were.

They say that you never forget your first love; that your first love stays with you, long after the flame of it has died away.  

Everybody say NO!

Coffee. That rich, smooth heaven in a cup. Kris can say unequivocally, without even a ground of hesitation or doubt that he hates it. He hates with an every growing, ever consuming, passion and loathing that most days it takes him everything he has to show up for work and not take an axe and torch to it all. Rich, dark coffee Is Kris’ own personalized torture in his own private hell.

  There is something symbolic in starting something with the New Year.

  Silently he watched the marshmallows soak up the liquid chocolate as they floated around in his cup. In his hand he held the cheapest, simplest, and most unassuming gift he had ever received and at the end of it all would only have a paper cup to show for it. But somehow he wanted to smile.  

It's not until something is lost that we appreciate the memories it leaves behind.

The orderly doesn't understand the connections that the brunette's medicated mind has made. He doesn't understand that in the brunette's mind he was the paper, that the paper was him; that the line he so desperately tried to erase was the only memory he had, one that he doesn't want. None of them understand.

  Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead he could feel the back of his hand tremble as it weakly slipped from his face. The ashy after burn of staccato beats hardened in his muscles, making them ache as he braced himself against the vanity. 'What the hell did you do to me?'  

The colour of life is blood red. And it is when everything is drenched in it that Yuu fells the most alive.