Sometimes we're holding angels And we never even know Byun Baekhyun finds himself in a club one lonely night, albeit accompanied by his closest friend, admiring a certain performer pour h

    small drabble of chenkai that my friend requested. it's short and i'd say, crappy fic. lol   i used to read this style of fic on LJ before and decided to try writing this way. any mistakes on grammar or spelling,

Jongin stares at Jongdae. Jongdae, albeit slightly less obvious, watches Jongin too. 'Nuff said.

Jongdae loves Sundays.

"I wish you were here when he was crying at night, cursing at you, wetting my arms. And then coming back to you again."

Pairing: JongJongRating:

jongin can't sleep, so he finds other things to do w.c.: 275