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"You have nothing to worry about. Those guys are like brothers to me," you insisted. "Yeah, but are you like a sister to them?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Woohyun …” you breathed. “Did you have fun?” he asked suddenly. You stared at him, utterly
How does one share big news?
“That’s going to end up on the fansites for sure,” Donghae snickers on the side before returning to his conversation with Eunhyuk. Yesung rolls his eyes and continues to make eye contact with the camera, laughing to himself when fangirl screams meet his ears.
“Come on, get up,” you felt a foot nudge your side, “We only went through the routine twice.” “Give me a few minutes,” you mumbled and blindly attempted to swatted the foot.
“Listen here, kid,” Zico says in an intimidating voice. But the little boy is unfazed. He simply continues to glare at Zico as the older boy bends down to meet him at eyelevel.
Isn't that what boyfriends are supposed to do with their girlfriends?
"I like shoes," you reply. "Well, I like shoes too but I don't have five thousand pairs."
Sunbae and hoobae, mentor and trainee, secretly in love with each other?
You've been friends for 3 years now. Correction you've been friends for about 6 months and the rest you two were inseprable. Actually, you've had a crush on your best friend for the past 3 years. Does he feel the same way?
“Was it really necessary to bring that?” Hoya asked as he pulled a small ceramic plate off of the moving conveyer belt to his left. Myungsoo glanced up from his camera and nodded once, “Of course it’s necessary.”
“First you make me give you my ice cream and now I have to act cute for you.”
“Well, when your senses got heightened after the transformation, so did your emotions.”
the title pretty much says it all ^_^
“Don’t be nervous,” he says quietly, “I know you’re very talented so you have nothing to worry about. Just sing. Okay?”
“Oh no,” you shake your head and wave your hands in front of you, “I can’t dance.” “Aw, come on!” he deep baritone voice rings, “Everyone can dance!”
One traveled the world in search of a purpose. Another locked away to keep a secret hidden. Both with the desire to be free, both with the same destiny.... Characters: