Wonwoo's drunk, Mingyu's in disbelief, and Minghao is laughing. Mingyu blames the latter entirely.

Mark was in denial. So was Donghyuck, though. Neither would ever admit to it.

Jihoon was beginning to think this was A Big Mistake. Bigger than he already knew it was going to be the moment they met.

Handsome Guy jogged around the block every morning at 6AM. Who even does that anymore?

"Juyeon doesn't know Hwall likes him," came the matter-of-fact reply from Sunwoo all the way over at the other end of the room. "Absolutely dense. Do you think he's being dense on purpose?" 

In which Minghao is jealous, Junhui loves cats, and Longguo does what he has to do.

The cute barista was going to run out of pet names eventually, but what happens then? 

For some reason unknown to the both of them, someone on earth had ended up with a scrying mirror—specifically, the other half of Jaemin's set that he thought was just misplaced. He didn't think it would be sent to earth, of all places, and especially not in the room of one Mark Lee. 

On most occasions, Mark’s saving grace came in the form of Nana, the guild’s resident Mage and overall leader. 

This wasn't how Junseop had envisioned his day of finally being away from the palace to go, but found that he honestly couldn't complain. in a bakery with a cute boy in front of him, who would?

Wen Junhui knew there was something about the boy inside his flower shop, he just couldn’t tell what, exactly.

For Minghao to be good at his job of banishing evil spirits, his demon had to be equally good at summoning them. Wen Junhui was, inexplicably, bad at his job.

A drenched figure immediately stumbled in, getting rain all over the floor that Minghao had just mopped, too. Irritated just a little bit, the vampire was about to try his best to calmly tell the customer that the cafe was closed half an hour ago can’t you read the sign outside,when he stopped in his tracks. He sniffed the air once, twice, as he watched the other boy finally get the hair out of his eyes.

He wasn’t sure when the dreams started, nor why they did, or how Minghao came to be.

Aliens. Minghao hated them. 

Yang Jeongin was beginning to think he’d never get over being perpetually nervous in the JYP building; still he does, at least on most days, with Hwang Hyunjin to thank.

Hyunjin’s got a crush. He didn’t want it to be obvious, of course, but he knew it was. Everybody  within ten feet of Hyunjin whenever he was with Jeongin knew it was. Everybody even without being in the same building as them knew it was. Everybody except Jeongin, apparently.

Hyunjin picked up the stack of flyers and began shuffling through them, finally stopping at one with a sudden smile on his face. It was a fond sort of smile, one usually reserved for cute things like puppies; Seungmin was sure there was no club for that since dogs weren’t allowed on campus. Maybe it was dance? But he was already in his own team. The other boy presented the flyer with a flourish as Seungmin began to read

Five times Hyunjin kissed Jeongin and one time he didn't. (alternatively titled: yang jeongin gets what he wants)

Hwang Hyunjin, as seen through Jeongin's eyes, as felt through his heart.

In which Yoon Jeonghan can get anybody he wants to fall for him, except for the only one who actually matters.

When Hwang Hyunjin thought about his soulmate again, he was eighteen years old. The problem was, he liked Jeongin.

There was no way he was going to forget Junhui after that night, after all. 

Kang Yuchan has gotten himself in his fair share of trouble throughout his life, but this has got to be the wildest of them all. Everything was like it came straight out of a novel; large castles, chivalrous knights, a war that divided the nation, with Yuchan at the center of it all, for reasons he's not sure he wants to find out. Everything would have been fine, honestly, if it weren't for those promises he had to make

“Maybe he noticed you staring at him, like, literally every night.” “I wasn’t being obvious.”

Maybe Kai wouldn’t call it being bothered, but he did feel something, which he would usually bury in the back of his mind for next time. There was no need to dwell on the fact that he was beginning to look forward to getting his hair ruffled, or wonder what it would be like if he winked back for once, or even how he wouldn’t even fight being in between Soobin’s arms anymore, fittin

There were a lot of things Taehyun was worried about as a nursing intern, but falling in love had been the least of his concerns.  

It’s calming, in a sense. The road looks like it could go on forever with no end in sight. Literally. How long has he been driving? For some reason, his gas level stopped going down about two hours ago; with the tank perpetually half full and the sun nearly setting, he’s still driving. The sun’s been in that position for a while now, too, never really sinking. There’s someone talking to him through the car radio. He’s sure o

Choi Beomgyu just didn’t know how to act around his crush.

Flirting with a student was never in his plans. Flirting with Wen Junhui specifically was never supposed to happen.