Gwiboon’s presence had always been so difficult for her to ignore.  

This is where I'll dump any GOT7 related bits of my writing.

Kibum brings a whole slew of people to serve as one night stands to numb his heartache. One overstays his welcome.

This was real life, after all, and fairytale endings weren’t as real as this was. This far outweighed the glitter those notions were made up of.

He knew Kibum was waiting for him to figure it out, but he was running out of patience in the process.

There’s just this tiny shockwave that runs through him with every heartbeat. Short short SHORT drabble.

Ugh, why did he even agree to this?

A morning between friends, a morning of new things and personal achievements, and a morning of halfway flirts and scared underclassmen—this was all routine. Well, kind of. ---

Jinki didn’t have much, but when he looked at Kibum, he couldn’t help but wish he did. -- Mostly Jinki-centric drabble of 706 words.

Was…was he whipped?

His porcelain doll sported a few cracks, but still sat pretty.

Jinki thought nothing of the meaning, only of bringing that sweet sound back. He craved to hear his laughter, his voice, his anything because it all sounded like love felt—a warm addiction.

Red cheeks and tingling lips, he knew there was no need to go looking for a new tradition for the years to come. He liked that one just fine.

Jonghyun was desperate; Kibum was suspicious.

What was that saying? Good things happen to those who wait?

Jonghyun is a jerk, Kibum is a petrified little bug, and Jinki is a creature of the light.