Junmyeon finds himself reluctantly in the protection of the assassin who murdered his father.

When asked to bring a drunk Daesung home, Youngbae, as the good hyung he is, naturally agrees. But a drunk Daesung is dangerous (and tempting), or so Youngbae will soon realise.

Chanyeol was a chameleon, Baekhyun decided. And he was determined to figure him out, one of these days.

One short, short fic for each possible pairing in Bigbang. Song titles have been used as prompts.

Collection of flash fics (~1.000 words) written for Tinysparks on Twitter.

Even in the darkness that is their world, their love is eternal.

The heart is fragile. Daesung's heart is breaking and the only one who can possibly mend it is the one who's tearing it apart piece by piece.

The blood that ties together a family is deemed unequalled and sacred, wherefore First Prince Yixing is enthroned Emperor with his head held high and a silent promise to his right hand that he intends to keep. He will take their secret to the grave.

Primroses stand for eternal love, and Jaehwan could only laugh until he teared up.

Spring and Winter have always been wary of each other, but as part of a court recognised for its exceptional healers, Yixing could not stand idly by while the council debated a fellow man’s cry for help. Even if said man is the notorious Ice Monarch.

Jiyong is, if not a genius, then very, very unique. Youngbae knows.

Release Yifan of House Wu or the king’s Chosen suffers the consequences.

Politicians have overthrown the democracy and in this world, they reign. They set the guidelines, they punish, they reward. They control. They are the rulers. They have clouded people's minds, vanquished their hopes, their dreams, the light. The world has turned dark and Kang Daesung is about to learn just how dark it truly is.

The day their leader disappeared was the day they started to fall apart. Originally written for Chenpionships.

“For the winter fest,” Jongdae says, “I am going to propose to him.” “Jongdae,” says Minseok, in that ever-patient tone that he seems to reserve specifically for him, “you two are already married.”

A war forces one of them to leave. The other stays behind and waits for their return.

Sing t’me a song of waves, and call me heart t’sea.

Jongdae had disliked Junmyeon ever since their paths first crossed, and he knew Junmyeon wasn’t particularly fond of him, either. Written for Critical Capture.

"I will return him to you, little faerie. But first, I need him."

“Your friend is currently in the ICU,” the woman had said, kindly. “He was brought in immediately. A team of doctors and surgeons are doing their best to save his life as we speak.”

From then on, it had turned into an annual thing - a tradition.