After Junmyeon’s life falls apart, he retreats to his family’s small home near Daegu. Sequestered in his little house on the hill, he soon finds himself acquainted with an odd new mailman named Zhang Yixing.  

Two years ago rapstar Kwon Jiyong overdosed while touring, in Hong Kong. After that he took a year-long hiatus to focus on his health. No one knew where he truly was, other than his closest friends. Jiyong is in a rut. He wants to make a comeback, he wants to make music again, but his head's a mess. The hiatus hasn't helped. He hasn't truly been focusing on his health. He's been going day by day in a haze, just trying to write again, to feel again... But nothing comes.

Jinyong and Daniel are best friends who live together and lead quite average lives. They are... more or less satisfied this way. Here and there an unreached dream pops up, they don't dwell on it. Their world will get turned upside down when they happen to stumble into Nicholas.

Taehyung was in love with his hetero/no homo/macho/straight best friend PLOT TWIST Jungkook was as straight as a watermelon. 

Don Kyungsoo Doh is not the only prime suspect. Someone higher-up pulled the strings to ease his work on his way to the top. On the desk lays a surprisingly small folder, attached to the front is a picture of a grim-looking woman holding up a card with her inmate number. Her fingers and parts of her cheek are coloured in red, maybe blood, maybe ink, who knows. The investigator flicks the file open, once he’s seated. He’s surprised by the amount of censored information and the

Hoseok often claimed he didn’t know how it started, letting anyone who knew about it assume he was simply a sugar addict. Maybe he was addicted, just as addicted as the ill-tempered boy smoking his lungs black outside their motel room—Hoseok would never admit that, though. He wasn’t destructive like Yoongi, fire and smoke loving Yoongi. He just likes his chocolate, that’s all.

Nothing but time can heal an open wound.   And maybe, a little bit of drugs.   He found someone so deluding, so addicting--that for a moment, he thought he could fly again.   Little did he know that they were the exact thing that'd tear him back down.

“Jaejoong, eat your dinner dear. It’s getting cold.” Says Mrs. Kim with concern in her voice.