Son Chaeyoung, a third year college student has no experience with falling in love but is desperate to experience it. Once she meets Myoui Mina through mutual friends, her life changes. She has to face the difficulty of pining for someone and having to choose their happiness over hers.

“Gahyeon,” Minji started. Why was becoming so dry all of a sudden? It was as if no word could come out, meanwhile the younger girl was staring at her quizzingly, only adding more pressure on her sunbae. “I like you,” the third year blurted out.   [Cute Gahji for the soul | cross-posted on ao3]

Jongdae runs his traditional temple food café, stays within the borders of the small, safe world he's created around himself, and tries not to think too much about the past that haunts him. But when a new cat café opens its doors right across the street, the owner might just open the door to Jongdae's heart as well.

Lee Chaeryeong is suddenly thrown face first in multiple obstacles and turns in her life once she starts realizing that the reason why she gets embarrassed when her best friend takes her shirt off in front of her might not be just because she’s shy.  And the fact that she goes to a catholic school does not help either...

seungwan writes poems to resemble her torn heart.

"And this is their tragedy, because when they’re without each other, the world collapses around them, but to be together, they would have to tear the world down themselves." Jinyoung and Jaebum have a last meal together and talk about the things in their hearts.

Dear Youngjae, Within these letters that I’m sending you, my love rests budding and all yours. Do as you wish with it. My words, though late, will speak for me. I’ve been an atheist for a better part of my life, but I’ve stumbled now upon a religion that blooms faith in my heart. My religion lies in my anticipation for your reply, Youngjae. My faith is that you’ll take me back one day. Or, a series of letters Daehyun writes to Youngjae aft

Dear Taehyung, Within these letters that I’m sending you, my love rests budding and all yours. Do as you wish with it. My words, though late, will speak for me. I’ve been an atheist for a better part of my life, but I’ve stumbled now upon a religion that blooms faith in my heart. My religion lies in my anticipation for your reply, Taehyung. My faith is that you’ll take me back one day. Or, a series of letters Jimin writes to Taehyung after he leaves

aka the angsty high school au ft. kim “in denial” yongsun and moon “patient gay” byulyi

Hansol is no longer the shy little kid he was when they've first met, and somehow, they would both have to come to terms with it.    

Jongup stares at the boy in front of him. Dimpled cheeks and a dusky pink nose. He looks like an innocent lamb in his white sweater: sweater paws peeking from under the long sleeves. And he's struck with realization. As if a puzzle piece suddenly fitting in place. Jongup watches the boy blow at the corn cup in his hands with fearful eyes. It's like he's watching a reflection of a certain boy. And that scares him. Or, Jongup comes across a diary one day written by a young boy,

  Yoongi stares at the boy in front of him. Dimpled cheeks and a dusky pink nose. He looks like an innocent lamb in his white sweater: sweater paws peeking from under the long sleeves. And he's struck with realization. As if a puzzle piece suddenly fitting in place. Yoongi watches the boy blow at the corn cup in his hands with fearful eyes.   It's like he's watching a reflection of a certain boy. And that scares him.