Silently, they pass each other by, a fleeting, yet carefully planned touch - brisk play of fingers against fingers- brings Joonmyeon's attention to the dark haired student trudging down the hall, his sharp, distinctive facial feature and cunning countenance a stunning appearance that embedded itself in other's mind. Smirk that played over those lips thin like willow tree leaves left him still in his tracks, those eyes akin to slits from the wide grin spayed over his face causing his heart t

They were called spirits, embodiments of certain properties of earth, manifestations of abilities lost to mankind. Lightning, water, fire, light, wind, earth, and ice. The lost arts of flight, healing, time control, telekinesis, and teleportation. These were the spirits that used to roam the world, hidden to the human eye, lonely except for the comfort of each other. And they all loved, loved dangerously and passionately, loved until their own destruction.   

Junmyeon is about to leave Seoul for good. His friend, Jongdae, helps him pack things and feelings up.

my attempt at a supermarket!au it's lame i'm sorry i tried  it's only 3k you won't have to suffer through reading very much!!!

  mistletoe;a story of stupidity in which joonmyun is stupid

sometimes Joonmyun feels lonely. Like theres a missing jigsaw piece in his heart.   But theres a boy that keeps on passing by the little bakery shop of his and joonmyun knows whats missing.