Junhoe only ever seen it in movies. He'd always wonder what it would be like to be a ruler of the underworld and have the world at your feet. To be clad neatly in the most expensive suit and be carrying a gun hidden underneath. To be cold and brutal and sadistic to your enemies. Sometimes he'd imagine he was that ruler; some sort of mafia boss barking orders here and there. Sometimes he'd pretend there were enemies out to get him, that his life was in constant danger. Reality, Junhoe

These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.

There's so much possibilities outside our own perception. A single moment can have infinite probabilties; like love.

Junhoe hates Christmas, but a magical moment restored his belief.

Love has no boundaries. A JunChan fic. (Of course it would be!) Warning: Reader may require tissue. Possibly.