Who would have known that having a bell tied to your shoe gave you so much power?  You feel confident as you stride down the halls, the ringing of the bell echoing against the walls.  It’s dark in the empty museum, but that’s part of the fun.  You walk at a light pace with your camera operator behind you.  You find it embarrassing to talk to yourself sometimes, but you know it’s more entertaining to the audience if you do.

“Weekly Idol!” yelled the two hosts with the usual gesture.  You watch from the sidelines waiting for your cue.  I can’t believe I’m finally here.

She looks so pretty today, not that that’s different from any other today, but still.  She is so pretty, Jonghyun thought.  He can’t help but find himself staring at you from the other side of the small diner.  You work here part time as a waitress and he comes here almost every day.  Well, as often as he can, having to deal with stupid school and all that. No, she’s not just pretty, she’s beautiful.  The finest girl I’ve ever seen.  My friends would be so jealous if I ha

You can’t sleep.  You haven’t been able to get a good night’s sleep in……well, you couldn’t remember.  Sitting up in bed, you look over at the dark lump lying next to you.  He’s turned away from you, like he is every night.  Every night is the same, just as every day is the same.  Nothing new or exciting, just haunted memories of what you’ve lost; what you threw away.

Special request from my best friend.  Baekhyun and You.  Oneshot.

Request from tumblr.  Kai and You. Oneshot.

Note to self, never let your friends come to karaoke unless they plan on doing Gee.  You fall off the couch, laughing at your friends singing Gee while failing miserably at the choreography.  Not only was their singing off, but so was everything else.  One of your friends stepped on her own foot, while another slapped someone in the face with her ponytail.  Your best friend was front and center singing at the top of her lungs, after totally giving up on the dance moves.   You

This is so humiliating, you think to yourself.  There’s no particular reason I guess, I mean it’s not like this is anything new, but for some reason this seems different.  Different in a bad way.  You’re sitting on a small stool in the bathroom while Tao runs the water for a bath. He turns to you after deeming the water temperature as acceptable.  “Why don’t you start taking your clothes off, jagiya?  You look like you just saw a ghost.”  The water continues

“And we are back with the hottest international pop band of the 21st Century, Purple Sun!” the TV host shouted.  You waved at the camera and smiled your killer smile that got all the boys to swoon.  The live audience went nuts, screaming and cat calling like there was no tomorrow.  You were wearing a short dress with ruffles around the waist in the worst color on the planet, neon pink.  You hated your manager for making you wear this.

You knock on the door to the hotel room, praying that this was the right place.  Every other member agreed that this was where he was staying for now.  They told you that he wanted to be alone while all this was going on, but there was no way you were just sitting still. Once you heard the news, you were on the first flight to China to be there for him.  You didn’t know what you were going to do exactly, but you know you had to be there.  If he didn’t want to talk, at least you could

Kai walked out of the coffee shop with Sehun and Baekhyun right behind him.  He took a sip of his iced caramel mocha, squinting in the morning sunshine. “I can’t believe it,” Baekhyun said, slapping his hand down on Kai’s shoulder with force.  “Just one more final and then we are off for the summer.  Time sure does fly.  It seems like only yesterday we were walking into class for the first time, unknowing of the horrors that awaited us.”

“Ah.  Oh my Gosh!  What in the world!”  You yell out.  You cover your face with your hands. “Come on.  It’s not that bad.  Let’s just take it a little at a time,” Kai says.

You look outside the window, lost in your own thoughts.  The room around you is cold and empty.  You’re wearing a sweatshirt that is way too big and jeans that are too long.  You’re sitting on the window seat leaning against the wall.  You hold the picture tightly to your chest, slightly crushing it. A gentle white light is shiny down on you.  You lay your head against the wall with a little thud.  The same song is playing in the background.  It’s the same one you’ve been listening to