Someone comes every week to Taemin's house, but he never really stays.

At the end of an hour, at the end of a bullet, there's always something unfinished. Something broken, something lost. Given time, maybe... Heh, there's always that maybe.

There is a beginning and there is an end, but there is also harmony in the middle. The peace that may seem untouchable, but is really only just out of reach.

Texting and regret.

Lee Taemin was born to race. It's in his blood, his skin, even his goddamn hair. He loves it, and the racetrack loves him. Finally, he gets his chance in the Grand Prix, the chance to be the king of racers and have his own trophy and place in history. There's just one problem. Choi Minho. Let the race begin.

Minho's final words to his brother, to the one that he worshipped.

Why they can't date.

A light fluffy Valentine's Day fic for my lovelies <3

They hurt worse when you realize what they mean.

Tell me again that there aren't dragons. Taemin is in his last year of high school, and he and his dragon, Tessitura, hunger for the adventure of their old life, before his father was made a district manager. Now, he's being told that using his dragon in public is rude, that using his dragon in the new house is dangerous, that using his dragon at school is disruptive. But while Taemin's bo

Only True Love's first kiss can break the spell~

A day in the restaurant and an unforeseen theft. Perfectly normal.

Their own little reunion.

Jonghyun regrets ever eating with his band and manager.

Minho finds his inspiration, and finds it one more time.