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. 

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

A new concept meant a new hair style for Jeonghan.

His Ravenclaw senses were tingling with how following Seungcheol was a bad idea, but Jihoon could never resist.

Ever since he could remember, Yang Jeongin could see the red string of fate. It was an ability that had caused him his fair share of troubles in life, but by far the biggest of all came in the form of his soulmate. Try as he may to stop himself from falling too hard and too quickly, it was only a matter of time before Jeongin got swept up in the whirlwind that was Hwang Hyunjin.

If anybody asked Junhui though, he would always actively go on and on about Minghao. Some Slytherins began to think he was a masochist. 

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

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)

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

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

Soonyoung has accepted that Jisoo and Jeonghan were a 2-in-1 package.

No matter what Min Yoongi did, things just seemed to lead him to Jungkook.

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

The only remedy to Chanyeol's acrophobia.

He's got a name on his skin, and somebody in his heart.

Boo Seungkwan had better things to do, but sparing time for Hansol didn't seem like such a bad idea. 

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.

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

“Jaemin said you’re a better kisser than me,” Mark blurted out, surprising even himself. There was a momentary look of surprise that crossed Jeno’s face, before the boy glanced at Jaemin, silently asking if this was really an okay topic to be discussing with Jaemin’s boyfriend, of all people.

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.

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

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

"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?" 

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

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

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.