Taehyun had drawn the line of their relationship. They were occasional hook ups and nothing more, but that did not stop Seungyoon from falling in deeper.  

Zhang Yixing is always the first to leave. OR The drabble in which Byun Baekhyun has all his love to give.

It's always been a competition between the two of them, ever since they were young. Growing up together they used to fight for who would get the best grade on the test, or who would grow to be the tallest. Now that they're in college, they're competing over who's the best kisser. And they only trust themselves to be the judges.

When Minhyun agreed for the first time, it was the alcohol talking. When he accepted the deal, it was his mind. When he starts to stray away from the rules, does that mean it's his heart talking?

No seconds, no morning-afters. A simple rule I live by. We both liked it better after midnight but what happens w

Hyunjung holds Sojung’s jaw like she’s holding a petal, similar to the ones starting to fall from the cherry blossom tree at the other side of the street, announcing a new cicle— a new beginning. Each time Sojung flinches under her touch, another petal falls. And they keep on falling, falling, falling— they’re all over the place, painting the grass pink, and maybe some of them find their way into Hyunjung’s soul, too. There’s no way back now.