It's Jackson's idea to call themselves Got7 -- everyone unanimously vetoes him but somehow the name still manages to stick.  In which Got7 are basically the Marauders (

chanwoo's first impressions are a little off-base. but his second impressions are much better.

Chanwoo stumbles. Hanbin helps to hold him up.

tonight is a good night, but every night is a good night with woohyun.  

There's a stranger in Minjun's house. He watches everything through eyes that Minjun can't see. He asks questions that Minjun can't (or won't) answer.

Hongbin likes fixing Hakyeon's hair. He's not sure if it's because the strands of hair are so soft despite the abuse it was put it through. Or if it's because fixing Hakyeon's hair is a small thank you for everything that Hakyeon ever did for him. Or maybe it was that blindingly bright smile he got when he finished...no, no it was definitely the smile. That smile was his favorite thing about Hakyeon.

He's stuck falling into eternity.

Junghwan's always assumed that his first confession was going to be some big elaborate scheme involving flowers and candles and a fancy dinner. He should've guessed the real thing would be much more simple.

A collection of oneshots centering around each member of Infinite.

'It's not me! It's not me!' The look in Seungri's eyes would follow him to the grave, that flash of betrayal quickly covered with anger was haunting him even now. 'But I'm not doing this...' He wanted to scream, to cry, to anything that might reassert control of his own body. He wanted to erase the look of disappointment from Seungri's eyes

They've always been six. Always. It's their own magic number, a sort of subtle thumbing of their noses at tradition. But the years change people and six is not so magic anymore. Their paths are wildly different now. Junho and Wooyoung, so quiet and introverted in high school are now at the top of the Gaon charts and hailed as the next big K-Pop duo. Nichkhun, the pretty foreigner with a bright future is now working a dead-end job in a tiny cubicle. Taecyeon, the g

Jiyong enjoys these quiet moments the most.

This isn't who he wants to be. This isn't where he wants to be. But this is who he wants to be with.

If Yixing would just stop being such a spacecase then Joonmyeon wouldn't have to worry about him half so much. Although, if Joonmyeon were being honest it's actually quite obvious that Yixing knows how to handle himself just fine.

"It's pronounced 'wo ai ni'." He said with a secretive smile. "But what does it mean?" Sehun insisted. "Luhan wrote it on my hand." "You're going to have to ask him." And with that Yixing was already moving away, leaving Sehun to wonder just what exactly Luhan had taken upon himself to write on his hand. Was it a code for something?

If there's one thing that Kris knows it's Kim Joonmyeon is definitely not his type. So...why is he battling these feelings again?

Luhan wasn't stupid, he knew his face was girly-looking. But, really, that didn't give Xiumin an excuse to go around mixing up his Chinese pronouns.

Waiting was always the most difficult task for Luhan.