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

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

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

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

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.

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

“Lee Minho? Like the actor?” “Yes, but don’t you think I’m more handsome?” The brunette replied with a cheeky grin, before breaking out into full-on laughter. His laugh sounded a bit like bells ringing, Jeongin mused, too bright and happy to be heard in a place like a hospital.

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

Aliens. Minghao hated them. 

"I-it's just," Yanan sputtered, still in disbelief as he stared at their intertwined fingers, feeling the heat rise towards the tip of his ears. "I never imagined this happening." "I'm hurt, Yanan. I've thought about holding your hand a lot," Junhui replied cheerfully. 

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

“You’re way more good looking than I am,” Hyunjoon blurted out before he could stop himself, blushing immediately after, which he was certain would be way too obvious against his pale cheeks. Before he could say anything more, their professor for that class entered the room, effectively shutting up the whispers of the other students and also making Hyunjoon face back towards the front.

The moment Chae Hyungwon received his soulmate’s name on the back of his nape, he had it burned off. 

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