Tussling around in the snow, Jessica wishes things could be different.

Tiffany reminisces about the childhood she shared with Jessica and how they grew up together.

Sana has always felt like the second lead in the story of Nayeon's life. And you know what they say about second leads: They never get the girl in the end. Not even if the universe suddenly decides to give her the power to, in her new friend Kim Dahyun's words, "stop time" for seven minutes every day.

Everyone has a breaking point. And tonight was his.  A Leetuk-centric story.

Like fall the shades of red-orange and yellow blended well into the russet fur. Despite the hardships, the bright gleam in green emeralds danced just as fiercely as the anger that lied hidden. At the snap of his jaw, his ears laid flat, the swishing of his tail showing his irritation and with just a single touch of Jimin's hand, the anger that had surfaced fell. The feeling of hands running through his hair had Taehyung docile to the male who now was his world. They always said it was

When his father enrolled him in Seoul Academy Taehyung never thought it would be filled with shapeshifters. Learning that he was one of the few humans accepted he felt small whenever his eyes locked with anyone in the halls but at the same time he didn't mind. The look in their eyes was nothing compared to the one he was raised under. What he didn't expect was catching the interest of one of the werewolves. Days would go by until finally, he let the walls he had built fall down and hide in th

She left, leaving her to pick herself up, then came crashing back into her life once more; stronger than ever.

Kim Jinwoo has a tendency to fall for people who later mistreat him in their brief relationships that always end badly, with the blame dropped onto him. With this never ending pattern, he can only assume that the tattoo artist in the new shop across the street from Jinwoo's favourite cafe, the guy who rode into his life on a roaring motorcycle, Song Minho, would be nothing but trouble.

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.

A story about the Boy on the Moon and the Boy from Earth. A story where miracles do exist, and Yixing and Jongdae meet again.