Daehyun is a freshman when he walks into the pub, all bright-eyed and hopeful. He meets Youngjae. It's autumn and Daehyun takes a liking to the winds-- they're textured, Daehyun thinks.    ➳ College AU, with Daehyun falling in love with someone he can only think of as his soulmate.  ➳

Daehyun is a concept and Youngjae waters the withered plants by his windowsill.     ➳ Part I of the Adrift series. Part II can be found here [X]

Daehyun forgets ever meeting Himchan after the accident and Himchan watches as everything falls apart

Yongguk doesn’t know why he’s doing this. Because he very much likes his silence and Himchan is a firework display waiting to happen. curxe ▵ lux

Himchan doesn't know why he's doing this, so he likes to pretend he's a fat house cat. That gives him some sort of reason to be up at 2 am in the morning, curled up in the uncomfortable old love seat in the tiny recording studio while Yongguk writes.  curxe 

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Youngjae didn't want to be sassy. He wanted to wear pants. And a shirt that didn't threaten to reveal his s every few seconds.

Himchan wanted to die. So Yongguk kept the butterflies safely in his gut and held Himchan's hand a little tighter. Because Himchan was a butterfly. And butterflies flew away.

It's been a while! This is the sequel to Marionette which can be read here: [x]

Sirens. Incoherent voices scraping against the speakers. Cameras were flashing amidst the black crowd. The boy's face was stained with vivid blues and reds from the wild sirens. The boy who waited, but love never came. Maybe it would in another life. Where he wouldn't be a marionette. He would be worthy then.

Youngjae tries to interpret his life from the hot chocolate swirls every now and then.  Yongguk wonders if Youngjae sees them together amidst the white froth and marshmallows. 

"What if I never turned up that day?" Youngjae asked, turning to face Daehyun.   "Then we would go on living our own lives without ever meeting each other. Maybe it would've been better that way, Youngjae..." Daehyun Youngjae's cheek gently.    "Maybe... But I'd rather be imperfect with you than to be incomplete without you..." 

Junhong was porcelain. And Jongup fell too hard.  Junhong was porcelain. Jongup saw him shatter-

I crossed the street in the rain to live in your world-                                                                                        

"you have to lose something before you can get something in return." "but lost things often have a way of finding their way back."   This is about wishes, a bracelet, fate, daejae and all that ! Leave me comments? ^^

Junhong was sure Jongup was a superhero. He was everything a superhero needed to be. And he was Jongup's sidekick. The sidekick that always needed his cape to be adjusted, the sidekick that was took comfort in the time he spent with his favourite hyung, ths sidekick that got his back covered, the sidekick that wished they would never be too old to play that game of superheroes.     

Jongup started shuffling his feet awkwardly back and forth, taking junhong with him with each step.  "Hyung... What are you doing?" junhong said with that familiar confusion and amusement in his voice. Jongup was always the peculiar child. "Dancing with my boyfriend of course!" jongup smiled and pressed his cheek into junhong's hair. "Oh..."

"My ideal type is the opposite of Kim Himchan!" Yongguk smiled his gummy smile, revelling in his own joke. A gasp was heard around the room, the other members swore the temperature in the room just dropped a few degrees. Bang Yongguk. What have you done?   Hey everyone! Got the idea for this when i was frolicking in the banghim tag on tumblr! Big ship: banghim. Small ships: daejae and jonglo!

Junhong was like bubblegum- When you first place it in your mouth, it tastes great. You salivate, ready to take in more of its flavor. As you chew, the sweetness fills your head, leaves you wanting more. But after a while, the taste dissolves into a familiar sickness at the pit of your stomach. The gum reduced to a ball of rubbery-like, tasteless substance. Flavorless. Boring. It would end up stuck to the bottom of a park bench, or spat at the side

Jongup had terrible memory. He would be lying if he said otherwise. But it was the little things that he could remember, unlike Junhong. Junhong was good at remembering the bigger things. But this time Jongup was going to prove Junhong wrong. That he could remember the big things too.

Love was extraordinary. At least that's what youngjae thought. Past the arguments and the sleepless nights. That's what love was-      Extraordinary.      But the thing was, daehyun and youngjae were just ordinary people.They argued, they fought. They were as flawed as flawed could be. Surely they didn't know something as extraordinary as love.

"Dear lord let the ropes deliver us from this day, From the sins that fester in man, But let me not forget the warmth, Of my lover's hands."

"Hey! This is youngjae! I'm sorry I can't take your call now but just leave me a message and I'll get back to you real soon! Uhm, well... Bye!" Daehyun paused momentarily. He could almost imagine youngjae's eyes curving into a smile at the end of the sentence. That smile, still imprinted at the back of daehyun's mind. Vividly, like it was yesterday. He took a deep breath, anticipating the familiarity of this situation.

A very short chaptered fic with daejae! I never know what to write in descriptions... Leave comments for me please

In which Daehyun makes everything right again.