a string of guitar is the same as the string of heart. but when the string of a guitar is broken, it can be mended where as, the string of the heart cannot.

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. 

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.

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