it is soft. it was soft. it was never soft.

one-shot w.i.p

your encounters are what define you, make you, and maybe even end you.

i realise that i write but never end up making things to the length of a complete oneshot so here i made a collection of my writing they'll probably only circulate around and about shinee, snsd and maybe exo and f(x)   beware i'm just a plain old loser with ideas and okay-ish writing

mistletoe, mistletoe, hanging beneath the tree. tell me, tell me, shall i kiss my lover at eve?

"taeyeon, how many have you fallen in love with?"

he just likes to stare- and frankly, it would be considered stalking, but kibum is pretty sure that the good looking boy next door wouldn't quite mind listening to the songs about how moonlight hits his skin. too bad those melodies will haunt him.

he came in like autumn did- with soft winds, kind smiles, and long walks in the evening. alas, autumn is quick to end- and the black haired lad knew it as well as the back of his hand. but oh, he wondered, what is to be greeted after autumn? he hoped winter wouldn't be too cold.

kibum is the sun in all of his drunken glory- except jonghyun gets sunburned easily.

of buried feelings and ghost whispers, and complete nothingness  

in which key looks into the mirror, and sees someone else.     for my bb, skehehdanfdlidi- (i actually learned that for you tbh wow applause for me) i hope you like it jeenki xoxo