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A boy with Hanahaki Disease finally leaves the rehabilitation center he's been stuck in for years. With his departure, not only did he get a taste of a normal life he's been craving to have again but also a reality he isn't sure he can handle.
Your transition from friendship to courtship where Wonwoo wants nothing more than for you to be his, finally.
Jeonghan as a coffee person.
Seokmin has been having the same nightmare for years. He got into a car crash with his girlfriend and right when he'd blackout in his dream, he'd wake up in the real world. As time passed, his dream started to feel a lot more real, like it had actually happened to him many years ago.
When the meaning of being “best friends” become really bleak for you and Wonwoo.
Byun Baekhyun, Yoon Cheon Sa and a "trial."
Byun Baekhyun, the ex-boyfriend, the ex-something, ex-nothing.
It has always been a thing that in between two best friends of the opposite gender, one is in love with the other. But what if they were both in love with each other?
She hates goodbyes. He doesn’t understand why but he’ll soon find out.
A girlfriend and a girl friend are obviously different. That little space right there?
When all she wanted was for him to stay a while longer but she knew he couldn’t and never can anymore...
When Min Ha’s oh-so perfect life with her oh-so perfect boyfriend, Sehun, crumbles under her feet and she’s slapped with reality.
Just Baekhyun’s side of the story.
A story of three distinct males in my life, the man I want to have, the man I could’ve had and the man who can’t have me. Byun Baekhyun, Oh Sehun and Park Chanyeol.
“Baekhyun is a different type of boyfriend. He has his certain ways of showing me his love and saying it too.”
Two exes plus alcohol and some unresolved feelings equals one night of oops.
She realized it late and he was almost too late.
They say that people who are weak, hurting and hopeless are the best targets for evil. They’re just so much more vulnerable.
~Tell me your wish! Tell me that small dream you have within you.Draw that ideal person you have inside your head. And then look at me, I’m your genie.~ Hey, you