Daesung has, and will never be scared of anything. He is just immune to that. Sounds, ghosts, monsters.. They don't even make his eye twitch. People merely annoy him when they try to make him shudder in fear.. And yet, not even two minutes of playing sends him into a shock. Who knew that bunnies could be so..terrifying?  

Three words, dark as the night sky curled over his wrist for as long as he had been alive, reminding him that someone, maybe miles and miles away, would once still hold him close to their heart. But would they ever hear him say those three words back?

Love is different for each mortal. It lasts long for some, while it's sweet but fleeting for others. Sometimes it will be remembered quite fondly, the source of bittersweet memories. At other times, it will be forgotten completely. A name or two will be recalled now and then, photos of the past sometimes hiding in attics, forgotten yet somehow treasured, when found, showing the past with ease, causing laughter to echo, tears to fall.

Everything had happened in a split second. The honking of another car, the cries, terrified screams ringing in his ear. The screeching of tires as his father tried to stop their cry. A crashing sound. Vivid-colored spots dancing in front of his vision. And then, darkness. Nothing more, nothing less, just darkness.

A futile attempt to search for a part-time job sends Luhan into great despair. However, just as he is about to throw his battered laptop out the window, he spots an interesting little link on the second page of google search. 

"I..I think someone is following me! I.. they found me! HELP!"

Kibum died a few months ago. Jonghyun knows it... Sort of. Still, he can see his love as he is sitting next to him, chatting about something meaningless. The younger is still there when they are going out, hand in hand. Kibum is looking at him with a soft smile. He knows that Jonghyun will have to let him go... He wants the older to be able to overcome his death. Yet, he can't just leave Jonghyun and wonder around Earth like all ghosts do... He just can't do it, but he knows that he has to.

When Lee Hyukjae was a child, he dreamt of marrying his best friend, Donghae, never really caring about the fact that the both of them were boys. Every single day, he would wake up with a bright smile, eyes gleaming as he knew that he would meet the younger. Even if he had no idea why, even if many people told him that he will - actually, he has to - grow out of his phase, he loved the small, brown-haired angel. One day though, without any reason, Donghae disappeared, crushing the

Sometimes, on rainy days, we all feel a bit worthless, don't we?

He was just a human: the scrawny little thing no one believed would survive.  And yet, he caught the eyes of a creature much greater, much different from him. 

Sitting in front of the fireplace, cuddling with my true love, all I could think was 'Let it Snow!'

It was many years ago that he had last hold his frail hand in his. It was on a spring day, like this one. Birds were chirping happily, the sky was clear though it was still extremely cold. They were happy. If he thinks back, he can't help but wonder with a bitter smile...Where is he?

Baekhyun was supposed to be brought into life many, many years ago. But something went wrong and he joined the angels in the sky, happily singing with them every night. Yet something was missing from his life, something he could only yearn for a very, very long time. 

Jongin loves strawberries, even more than most people his age. To his luck, he lives in a house with a large garden: plenty of space the grow his special love - the small red fruit that makes him go mad. Only, there is one big problem: he just cannot keep any plant alive. Thankfully, his sweet little neighbour can.

 It was just a camp, nothing else. A week in the nature, in tiny wooden houses. Or the campers thought so. Anime (or Otaku) camp wasn't famous for the nice accommodation, or anything. Oh no.. The fact that many anime-lovers could gather together was just plainly exciting. Many people meet and have fun there, maybe even some love can sprout, who knows? Jonghyun might know, for an example. Follow this week full of adventure and love.. Everyone might find what they have been looking for a long

In a small town where winter is the longest, a boy is said to exist. A gorgeous one with perfect features and a warm heart. Many say he had been there for a long time, yet he never changed. He wanders from park to park, from one forest to another, looking for those who were stuck in the cold. He would help them find shelter, only to disappear once they are safe. Many claims to have seen him, but there is no proof that he is truly out there. What is sure though, that if he

What happens if a cocky surfer is saved by a beautiful mermaid? They fall in love of course.  

What is love? No one really knows because its a phenomenon unknown to most humans. It's just.. something that brings rash decisions, heartache and eventually, the worst of sorrows, the one that's caused by loss.  Loss of what?  A puppy? A cat? Old relatives who you've never met? Maybe friends or your parents? No. The loss of you

Innocence can be fatal. Lee Sungmin, aged seventeen is suddenly torn out of his sheltered life as from one day to another, his parents leave him without any words. Heartbroken, he struggles through his new life, slowly discovering how reality is everything but the sweet images that had been planted into his mind when he was still just a child. He's scared without anyone to hold him when he would cry, yet he can't even scream for help as no one would hear his desperate plea

For some reason, it always snows when it shouldn't. At Christmas when you're already on break, on weekends when you would like to go and hike - but not in 'winter gear' that's consists of your warmest clothes, thick, unfashionable puffy coats, gloves and big, warm hats that look everything but cute and of course those annoying scarves that always just have to tangle, thus ending up almost strangling you, or in the middle of spring when you want to walk home. Or, in Kibum's case when he want

Have you ever wondered how your life would be if you would forget everything the moment you go to sleep? At first, everything started with an experiment. hose who had nothing to lose had volunteered to try what it's like.. But now, everyone lives like that. You never know why you wake up where you do. You never have any idea of who you are lying next to. Boyfriend, girlfiend, merely a one-night-stand? Who knows? You don't. But...does it really matter?

Two types of humans exist in this world; the winged and the bare. They share many things in their appearances, but differ remarkably on the inside. Those who were born winged are pure, like snow. They know nothing of evil or darkness. Their minds are complex, yet filled by merely sweet thoughts. They soar in the sky at daytime and sleep in the clouds at night. Those who were born bare, are simple, usually evil creatures with only one thing on their

Whatever he did, it was never enough. He could never fit into the crowd, no matter how hard he tried. He was never allowed to what he truly wanted, but when he failed in what he hated doing, he was the one at blame. Things never seemed to change, and it was slowly too much. Even the strongest metal breaks if you hit it enough, don't you think?

There was once a young boy with golden hair and dark brown eyes, crystal clear, watching many stars. Always sleeping at daytime, yet awake at night, paper-thin wings fluttering in the soft wind. Yet he could never fly.  He would never be able to soar in the sky, to do as others did at night, searching for his first, true love. The one he would love forever. Yet he didn't cry or fear, there was always a smile he'd wear. Until one

Ironically, every important moment they had had happened there, on the beach. When they first met, befriended each other, their first kiss... And now, their break-up.  But why would Kibum break off something so perfect?

When young, we all believe in something. We chase it all: love, dreams, hopes. At times, we get close to them: their in our reach.. And yet, we may never quite call them ours. But time is limited and we only have so long until it all shatters, like the mirror you drop when you spot the first wrinkles around your eyes or the strands of graying hair amongst all the others: blond, brown, black.