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.

When Kibum wished for a boyfriend that loved and protected him from anything and everything, he had no idea what his little request from that one scarily bright shooting star would cause. Jonghyun, who seemed to have appeared from the sky though he had just moved from a small town to Seoul is great with his puppy eyes, dark hair, and of course, he's pretty what Kibum would say hot, but sadly, he has his flaws as well. Not only does he have a short temper, he is a bit possessive as

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?

A Secret Santa gift to someone <3

Pick me up, make a wish and wait for me to disappear. I will bring you good luck. Those were the words on the small slip of paper that would sometimes suddenly appear in people's pockets, lockers or maybe even shoes. Some said that by wishing, the person would be blessed by an angel and would get whatever he or she wanted. Then, like it was never there, the slip of paper would disappear into thin air.

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. 

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?

And the world was suddenly whole again for I had you in my arms.

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

Kim Jonghyun hated washing the dishes, it was a fact many people knew about him. But who would have thought that he was - apparently - allergic to dust, and even cooking?

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

Even if it had been many years ago, Baekhyun could still remember the heat that hit his frail body. He had been but a child....  But from that day, his life had turned upside down.

In a world where nothing is for free, crime had overtaken the once blissful peace of tiny towns. Paranoia was vivid in the mind of each and every parent as they struggled to keep their children safe - and many of them failed.  But some say that love will find a way, that as long as one prays each and every night, wishes will come true. And one day, those broken little souls of the lost will return home. 

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. 

It was his first time seeing the real world.  Luhan loved it

Lee Taeil always looked perfect, or at least in Pyo Jihoon's eyes. Only one stormy morning, he just did not. Tiny nose dry and red, pale cheeks sweaty and flushed along with eyes that glimmered feverishly so did not scream perfect. But Jihoon would fix it... Somehow.

You would expect a call center filled with cheerful employees who try to sell you their goods - phones, Tvs or even cars - to be bustling with life. Bright walls,  ever-smiling bosses who compliment people on their progress... This is how such a place comes to your mind when you think of it, no?  If you were to visit one, reality would shatter your perfectly built picture within moments. Dimly

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.

It is one thing to be unsure about what you are doing with your life, but it is a completely other thing to be shown that you are wasting it. It can be quite blissful to bury yourself in heaps of work and believe that everything is fine, that you are doing what you should. Many times, you don't even realize that your time is running out. Never in life will you be as free as you are when you are still in school, let it be highscool or even university. Why? Because you believe that everything w

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

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!"

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