In which Youngmin refuses to leave his boyfriend's side, even through the hardest part of his life.

     "Time..." Youngjae sighed, offering up a half smile to his new found friend, Himchan. "Time makes you move on. It has a way of letting you have your space to just wallow in your self-pity when you need to, but also kicking you in the when you need to get your together."       Himchan couldn't help but smile, albeit sadly, at the way the younger worded the analogy. Time may make you move on, but for Himchan; time couldn't come fast enough. Alcohol was much faster than

If there was one thing Himchan knew how to do; it was lie. He grew up lying and hiding things from his parents, sister, and even his friends. He lied to his girlfriends and he lied to his teachers. Hell, he had even lied to himself more than a few times. He was good at playing people, making them fall behind his every word. Society was mere putty in his hands.    That is, until he met someone that gave him a run for his money.    Who knew he

  Red had always been Jeongmin's least favorite color. Some of the worst things from his memories share the hue. His aunt's cherry red lipstick; staining his skin a light pink. The liquid that seeped from his dog's body that night he watched his neighbor skin it. Rose petals that littered the sheets on the bed his father lied in with someone that wasn't his mother. But he started to

Jeongmin and Hyunseong have known each other their whole lives.  Well, that's an exaggeration. In fact; they had only met in middle school. But the two connected quickly. Instantly. They were always close with each other; almost like brothers. One was never seen without the other. They were so close that the bond continued on into adulthood. The two shared an apartment in the city; trying to make ends meet by working together at a local coffee shop while they pursued their

Have you ever hated someone so much, the very thought of them makes your skin hot with rage and your fingers and toes curl? The sight of their name makes your face turn sour and you would rather sit in a vat of spiders than listen to them speak. A hatred like this, especially an immediate one, does things to you. That person won't get out of your head; no matter what you try.  You constant obsess over their flaws to distract yourself from yours. In them, you see everything you hate