Youngjae was used to the bright, fake smile he flashed to everyone. So much of his time was spent putting off an ever growing unhappiness for another time, that perhaps, if he continued this delay long enough the desision might be taken out of his own hands. For the time being, he decided, fate would continue its cruel game of cat and mouse.   Rating: PG-15

Sometimes, all it takes is a glance and you know. You just know that this one person will mean something more, have some sort of signifigant pull on your life in such a way that you could never imagine. Then again, it's probably best if you didn't because who knows if you would be willing to manage even a simple "hi" if you knew just how much of an impact they could

Himchan's stuck in bed with a cold and Jongup wants to take care of him.

Himchan is going out of town, and he asks Daehyun to babysit his baby brother. In hindsight, maybe this wasn't the smartest of ideas.       Title: Crayons and Juice Boxes Rating: Uhm, I guess PG-17 for cursing and... other things?? Genre: A little bit of everything, but a lot of fluff. Pairing

Youngjae stared up the ceiling, his mind a constant turmoil of thoughts and emotions as his chest constricted from the insane overload. He needed someone to talk to, someone to help him. He rolled over, grabbing the pillow out from beneath his head before sitting up and throwing it across the room in a fit of anger. It just wasn’t fair, none of it was and he couldn’t take it anymore. He winced as the pillow connected with the wall, more importantly, the picture frame hanging there.

  Life is fragile. One second it’s there, and in the next. Poof. Gone. Some people use that as an excuse to do any stupid thing that they can think of, because, ‘

  Surely, you’re not as discardable as the others. Not as easily fortten as some starry eyed fan. No, you’re much more than that, aren’t you darling? Or so you keep telling yourself.   Title: You sweet, innocent, stupid little thing, you. Rating: PG13 [They’re jus

They say everyone is connected to someone by a single red thread of fate. Destined lovers, they are called, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. Although the cord may stretch or tangle, it will never break, even in death. But unfortunantly, at a mere five years old, the conce

Yongguk had never thought it would actually work. Never in a million years, yet, there had it stood. No, there he stood, perfect. A miracle in its own sorts, yet, still… it was lacking something.