Seung hyun met Hyuna one stormy night on his eighteenth year. The crack of lightning lit his apartment living room like an intro to some cheap slasher movie. That was his thoughts as he sipped at his beer, forgoing another reading for a class he had the day after. If he was being honest, he would admit to being a stupid, irresponsible teen back then. But then again, a part of his image included this cool negl

Latest Feature: "The Truth About Boys and Lions" The thing about boys, Dara, is that we are made up of testosterone. That's it. I mean girls they get PMS like 2 weeks right? Because of hormones. The thing about boys is just we are always high on testosterone. So we get into trouble. That's it. I have surrendered to stupidity because o

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I was fourteen when I first fell in love or at the very least believed I was in love. She was beautiful and I could fixate on trying to describe her to you but then it would take me a long time and unfortunately, I, Choi Seunghyun, am not a patient man. So let me tell you, she is beautiful with black hair that reached midway to her back. There. That she had nice skin. There. That she had brown expressive eyes. There. And she had small pink lips. There. But most importantly, she was beautiful

Sandara is the only child of the King of Koryu, which makes her the princess heir of her land. This fact has never been something she thought of. She had a simple, sheltered childhood. One that was filled with beautiful clothes, numerous toys, countless pretty artefacts. She had a predictably rich princess life. Of course, she studied history and language and arts, but only at the level expected of an aristocrat woman, being the heir to the throne only mean

30 Themes. 30 Drabbles 1. Time [Ch. 1,

Tell her; (One) Tell her when you are drunk. Spit it on her voicemail. A little slurred and sounding like the whiskey you downed to get the courage;   (Two)

The sky was the colour of ash. The clouds like a billow of smoke. The rain falls in sheets, like thin glass that shatters in puddles. Sandara hears the rain sizzle in her ears. Her heart beating wildly at her chest. Her feet slams at the puddles shattering them again with a splash. She was soaked from head to toe, her clothes hanging to her like loose skin, weighing her limbs. Running in that storm felt like she was wading through water. Splish splash. Her heart continues to d

Day in, day out. Different day, same old . It was a day like yesterday, perhaps a bit different but still the same. I sit at the back of the class as, I try to balance my chair on it's two legs. This had been entertaining before, I thought as I balance with my toes, arms outstretched.... I don't know when it stopped being amusing. Maybe it never was... "Mr. Choi." The teacher called out. I dropped the front legs of my chair, folded my arms to my chest, lif

Park Sandara is a successful PR consultant, but more than that she was one of the most sought after bachelorette in Seoul. This, to her, was more of a pain in the than anything else. So she was beautiful, successful and rich. But this only made men either too arrogant to have the guts to approach her or too intimidated to even look at her. So on her lunch with her best friend, Choi Seung hyun, she gives the largest sigh humanly possible.   "Whoa! What was that

Seung hyun stood, his head bowed down looking at a speck of red marring the white of the wall. His eyes felt like they were burning from the outside in. There was a numbness spreading from the crown of his head and his chest. He wasn’t quite sure if he had started swaying, or had the room began to move. He doesn’t quite understand everything. Or perhaps he refused to understand. The numbness in his chest begins to part in a wave of intense pain; the liquid burn of tears begins to assault hi

"Let's just be friends." She hears herself say it and she feels quite cold after those words left . She had loved him so long. They were friends but they were more than that. She was never the person to leave. She was more of the type who gets left behind. The one who begs the other to stay. The dramatic girl who would stand on the rain and say, "Love me." But here in that moment, she had shed the role of the ever enduring martyr of love. She looks at him, chin ra

If you asked Seungri if he liked anyone, then he'd answer you with a confident no. And it wasn't like he was lying. He wasn't. There is just that fine line that separated love from... say... worship. If you asked Seungri if he liked Chaerin, then he'd answer you with a confident no. And it wasn't like he was lying. He wasn't. There is just that fine line that separated beauty from... say... perfection. Chaerin, to Seungri, was, is and will be perfect. And she was, is and w

After Dara's tragic passing, Seunghyun is almost elbow deep in conflicting emotions. He receives her letter, with a few choice words: I'm sorry. I love you. ...and finds himself unable to give her the last thing she wanted-- forgiveness.