He wants to repeat all those selfish and knowing touches of hands and brushing of fingers because it’s the most

“I. Like. You. _________. You, no other, okay?” He emphasizes each word and enunciates them precisely.

Your pen dabbles for the first time and the ink smudges at I’ll miss you. But then it gets you at See you soon, hopefully, the trail of your stupid ballpoint pen ting you right now. The blots remain, stain, but y

  Luhan watches the sand seep out of the hourglass with an array of kaleidoscopic events flashing before his eyes. While Luhan waits the life of him to drain, he makes out a smile when he lets go of your hands the last time – “Don’t let go of her hand, Sehun.”

It was like choosing between the asleep and the awake, between life and death, between true love and feigned emotions – between reality a

“Sehun?” You touch lest the figure would dissipate into ashes, onto nothingness, into an unbelievable obscurity. He grasps your hand in his, and nod, eyes closing. He nods countless of times, as if it’s all finally happened and everything is just a replay. “Finally, you remember me.” He holds onto everything of you left and so do you. Like a haven, you escape everything and he willingly catches. 

You were really too selfish, and for a year you had kept the truth with you. That Christmas, you had to let tears fall rather snowflakes. When the first snow falls this season, will you have been the first one to say Merry Christmas? It’s been an hour and you wonder whether or not you should be reading the book in your hands right now, but the first statemen

I Do [ s e r e n d i p i t y ]

      { Where There Is

  The frosted heart that once blazed like fireworks belongs to me. Beneath the unraveled story lie something else; will I still know? It’s a vague truth, a confession that has always lingered in my mind more than forever.

  December Solace a billet-doux of Lee Jinki   “I can’t love you more than how I love you now, because I made a promise to love you forever, an

I came back, to hereby present another short story, dedicated to our SHINee's Maknae, Lee Taemin! Twentae day has come, and finally (for most who have been waiting) he became 20~!    Happy Birthday to Us, Taemin. We love you. Stay dearingly cute with a touch of everything aside!    Pic Cr: taeffect @ tumblr

He left Korea for New York; for a supposed dream. Dream to what? Cure him, bring the life back in his hands. A machine only gives him hope, for now. He ONLY loved this girl back then, but what if a machine changes his heart? Cures his condition? Completes his life? What would happen?    ~*~*~ I may have left what has been undone; but my being knows the tru

~4 seasons which held him uptight and callous, though, he never gave up. Indeed, "It would hurt to know the truth, but love won’t be worth it unless you risk it for the purpose of an unknown answer, though perhaps, it might be a mutual feeling."    In the midst of a slight rainfall, heavy dreamy clouds enveloped the heavens

  ~Today, tomorrow and until eternity embraces both of us, regret would be a sin for someone like me who has descended from heavens for you. History awaits for us, this is bound to happen. I’m slowly fading away, but I’m gradually coming Into Your World, eternally.