Yerim and Sehun danced around each other like moths to a flame. Repulsion and attraction battled against one another as they toed the edges of their restraints. They inhabited each other’s minds like a second home. They were Sun and Moon. They were Fire and Ice. Juxtaposed.  *       * This discription, much like the rest of this story, is a work in progress and subject to change.    

"There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved."   - George Sand In which I share fictional stories of love.  

This is where I'll dump all my Chinguline and Chinguline related drabbles. I love these boys, like seriously.