Gahyeon is graceful, feet landing on the ground with such precision that the rehearsal markings are barely needed.

It wasn’t that Hyunjin didn’t like the summer camp she’d been sent to.

Every time Kahei comes home after a night off, she smells of a different shampoo.

Gahyeon finished the flower crown and put it on Bora’s head.

Haseul escapes one marriage to find herself in another. A Corpse Bride-ish AU.

Sooyoung looked at the thermometer, and then at Kahei, whistling low without truly meaning to do it, more of a natural reaction at the numbers on the display than anything else. 

She’s all magic - it’s the way she moves her ringed fingers, weaving pink tendrils into reality.

Bora looks at the pirate queen in front of her, and shows a smile with too many pointed teeth. She flicks her tail, shining gold and red on the sunset, and accidentally flicks some saltwater on her immaculately white pants.

The kitchen smelled like herbs.

Chanyeol stared at the stairs in front of him, a mild amused smile taking his lips as he rested his arm on the wheelchair’s armrest, face on hand. By his back, Sehun’s hands rested on his shoulders, eyes on the ramp to the art museum, now taken by an art exposition that did not allow his wheelchair to pass through.

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Yoobin watched the sun go down, slowly, already at the threshold of their house.

Siyeon watched, from the door, as Yoobin slowly put the silver chain.

Haseul looked at the elf, who was more focused on try to take aim. Sure, they were on the same subjugation party, but Jungeun felt absent, far away, as if any moment she’d fly away. 

She could spot several places where she had overstitched, then in a futile effort to correct it, she managed to understitch it. Good job, Siyeon, she mentally chastised herself.

The smell of bread and coffee filled the air of Kahei’s favorite bakery.

The manager hands them books on how to speak Korean and leaves the three alone with their books, their CDs and a ty internet connection. Mina, Momo and Sana look at each other and then, at the books.

Sooyoung hissed, the feeling of the disinfectant foreign and familiar at the same time. Haseul glanced at her, and then around: one never knew what was laying around, in wait, hoping for a moment of weakness.

The diner they met in had the worst leather seats Jeongyeon had the displeasure of sitting.

She was ready to not shine.

The rain made a soft sound against the window.

Yangyang really was about to write r/legaladvice’s wildest post yet - “Can I (20M) force the ghost (100+M) haunting my dead grandfather’s (87M) house to pay rent?”. It probably would send him to the front page by the sheer craziness of it.