Youngjae was used to the bright, fake smile he flashed to everyone. So much of his time was spent putting off an ever growing unhappiness for another time, that perhaps, if he continued this delay long enough the desision might be taken out of his own hands. For the time being, he decided, fate would continue its cruel game of cat and mouse.   Rating: PG-15

Sometimes, all it takes is a glance and you know. You just know that this one person will mean something more, have some sort of signifigant pull on your life in such a way that you could never imagine. Then again, it's probably best if you didn't because who knows if you would be willing to manage even a simple "hi" if you knew just how much of an impact they could

Himchan sighed as he walked into the bedroom. He stopped short as he spotted Jongup sitting just at the edge of the bed, illuminated only by the light of the table side lamp. “Uppie, what’s up?” “What time is it, hyung?” Jongup asked, his voice quiet and almost distant. Himchan looked at his watch, “A bit past 8…” He muttered, letting his arm fall back to his side as he looked back up to his boyfriend. “And where were you…” Himchan eyed Jongup, his eyes narrowi

Himchan's stuck in bed with a cold and Jongup wants to take care of him.

Himchan is going out of town, and he asks Daehyun to babysit his baby brother. In hindsight, maybe this wasn't the smartest of ideas.       Title: Crayons and Juice Boxes Rating: Uhm, I guess PG-17 for cursing and... other things?? Genre: A little bit of everything, but a lot of fluff. Pairing

You were a chapter in my book, and I was merely a line in yours. Loving you has always been a bit like trying to catch a fist full of smoke. The inability to pinpoint anything in the vast cloud of grey fog is frustrating at times, the taste is heavy on my tongue and it stings at my e

Youngjae stared up the ceiling, his mind a constant turmoil of thoughts and emotions as his chest constricted from the insane overload. He needed someone to talk to, someone to help him. He rolled over, grabbing the pillow out from beneath his head before sitting up and throwing it across the room in a fit of anger. It just wasn’t fair, none of it was and he couldn’t take it anymore. He winced as the pillow connected with the wall, more importantly, the picture frame hanging there.

  Life is fragile. One second it’s there, and in the next. Poof. Gone. Some people use that as an excuse to do any stupid thing that they can think of, because, ‘

  Surely, you’re not as discardable as the others. Not as easily fortten as some starry eyed fan. No, you’re much more than that, aren’t you darling? Or so you keep telling yourself.   Title: You sweet, innocent, stupid little thing, you. Rating: PG13 [They’re jus

They say everyone is connected to someone by a single red thread of fate. Destined lovers, they are called, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. Although the cord may stretch or tangle, it will never break, even in death. But unfortunantly, at a mere five years old, the conce

Yongguk had never thought it would actually work. Never in a million years, yet, there had it stood. No, there he stood, perfect. A miracle in its own sorts, yet, still… it was lacking something.  

Super Junior. One of SM Entertainments prized possessions, the fifteen member group reached new heights and set the bar for debuting rookie groups. After all the hardships that they had to face with the departure of HanGeng, Kibum's hiatus from the group to pursue his acting, KangIn taking his mandatory 2 year army break, and not to mention the large amount of "Only 13"ers that attended any concert featuring the Chinese members, Zhou Mi and Henry; the large group honestly t

He, Cho Kyuhyun, must have been the luckiest guy in the world. Or at least, He saw hisself as such. He had left his home in Korea to move to China with barely any knowledge of the forgien language and even less in his pockets, going threw jobs just as fast as he burnt threw that little bit of money he had brought with him. He was on the verge of either living in the streets or going back to his parents for the inevitable "told you so" speech when he met him. An angel that he had surel

Taemin is at a loss, his Key umma is ignoring him. When he turns to the dubu leader, Onew, for advice, just what sort of plans form to get back Key's attention.