Midnight. A drunk Baekhyun. An order to go straight home. A dangerous looking man standing in his way.  What could possibly go wrong? P.S - I saw this fic prompt on Tumblr and wrote this fic at my friend over WhatsApp in the middle of a w

He glances down at his watch, and the sunlight catches of the edges of the dial and dances off playfully. His eyes follow the bouncing sun rays off the watch and looks up - directly into the eyes of a man staring intently at him.   Something about him is so familiar, so tied to some feeling he can’t quite remember.

  ❝ And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.❞                                                                                             

    Friday night traffic Sunday morning blues Afternoons spen

  Sehun didn’t want to be dragged to church at 7 freaking am in the morning so that he can help his aunt scope out the latest guy she has picked out to set up with his cousin, Sejung.  He just wanted to sleep late, roll around on his bed, mayb

    They say that in this word there are seven other people who look exactly like you and me. Maybe not in our life time, maybe not in the same continent or country, but they exist, and they live and love and hurt and they laugh and they die. They all have their own stories, their own destinies.  

  Everyday of his life Kris does nothing but give.   His personal space, his free time, his possessions, his voice, his smiles, his childhood photos. There is nothing in his life that he can really, truly call his.  

    To live to the beats of butterfly wings,             and to die on the doorstep of youth.   

  Kyungsoo drives Kris crazy by constantly listening to this one band and doesn't even notice Kris anymore. And all that for what? For this band named something really, really, really stupid? Boys Like Girls, pfffff, stupid! stoooooopid!       A/N : ^I at summaries (that should be obvious) but I still hope you guys will read and enjoy this :D  

Just random drabbles and stuff that i will get around to writing as a way to control my excessive EXO feels......... 

  A flash of white in front of his eyes, trickle of water down his spine and the colour pink.                        A flash of white, high-pitched laughter and the colour pink.  

I liked him first. But that doesn't matter. I still like him. That doesn't matter either.