Things come and go and nothing was permanent but change. There were so many things that were temporary. Many, many things. Sometimes, it’s love. Yes. Love. And for Kibum, Jonghyun was the living proof of that.

  It was risky, difficult and unpredictable, but that was how they liked it. They both liked the challenge. Both Jonghyun and Kibum were dangerously playing the crucial game of the heart.   Their mission: Pl

"Speak, hyung. You know you can tell me everything."

Even if he had no friends (and was instead, bullied), no one to go with,Taemin still wanted to go to that school trip. Not just to say that he went to a school activity, but also for memories' sake. He wanted to have high school memories, just like any ordinary boy. He was fully aware that he'd have to give this up, too for his dreams, but can't a teenage boy like him still have fun? Can't he join a sing

Taemin was rejected by Minho twice, but Onew didn't mind if he had to wait twice for the younger boy to move on.

Sequel to Twice.   Finally, he was getting over it. Taemin was getting over the rejection that he had to deal with twice and was w

  Taemin just left Minho for a new life in Chicago... Is it worth it to leave Minho or will Taemin just regret making this decision? If he meets someone new named Onew, would it be for the better?

             Two minds, two hearts, one world, one chain.            Coincidentally, their very much opposite lives were chained together, intertwined and inseparable. As they said, opposites attract, just like how Taemin and Minho were together. They balanced each other out. They were each other's strength and yet, they were also each other's weakness. What they had was indescribable, but it was w

                      "I-I I'm not heartless, Jjong! I'm completely human and you know that! It's just that I can't. I-I can't because... I-I just can't, okay?" He answered the cry of Jonghyun, tugging onto his beautiful locks, which he just fixed a while ago. He leaned over the sink, holding onto its sides for support. His heart was breaking, his weak heart was giving in.            

   He was so sick of it. Sick of this kind of Minho. This kind of Minho was so cold, so distant and so insensitive, as if all that mattered to him was his work... Taemin knew that he wasn’t supposed to think this way, but he can’t help himself but to become sick and tired of this kind of Minho facing him, and he wasn’t so sure of which one was the real Minho.