It was a coffee shop. A nice, small business owned by a family who knew my mother. There was a boy in the third seat on the bar counter. I immediately noticed him because of the large scar that ran from his right eye down across his left cheek diagonally down to the middle of his neck. He turned to me and I saw that the eye with the scar down it was a lighter shade of brown than the other eye. When he noticed me he simply smiled.

                “I haven’t figured it out. Why has he been changing so much? Youngjae and I have been friends since we were so small we couldn’t walk, and I used to pinch his cheeks and kiss his face all over when he fell down, I’d hold him so tight he couldn’t breathe!” I smiled, looking in my coffee mug. “We used to be closer than you and Appa.”

                That same kid came into the store today. My heart instant started racing, my mind losing all coherency. His hair was neatly placed on his head, a loose, V-neck shirt hanging off his shoulders, tight black jeans curving with his amazing legs.                 He was perfection.                 And he grabbed the same thing as always, a box of sodas and two

The three were absorbed in this small connection, and by the time midnight came, they were asleep. Yongguk’s head was on Jongup’s stomach, body slouched in the chair. Daehyun was on the table next to Jongup, with his head curled up on the dancer’s chest.

He finally ripped out the music, climbed off his bunk, and did what he didn’t want to do. He found the newly golden hair of his hyung, and he climbed up his bunk, gently laying down beside him. It was strange how much better he felt already.

Getting over a loved one's death was difficult, and came with steps. Step one, was make sure he wasn’t pretending that Himchan was still here. Step Two was talk

Just when I was about to leave, I heard a giggle sounding from Junhong's throat. “You're so good at this game, Jonguppie-hyung~!” Jongup just smiled, mumbled a thank you, and continued. I frowned, deciding to stay a little longer, just to make sure it didn't get past video games. I looked over, seeing Junhong squirming in Jongup's lap, his face nuzzling against his neck. “Hyung, stop beating me! Let me win!”

I knew what I was, knew what I liked. However, I also knew my parents don't approve. I didn't have to ask them to find out. With a mention of it on television or on the street, they would cringe and look away. I don't see how they didn't figure it out already. I hadn't ever

“A library?” I asked, clutching onto my sight stick. We couldn't afford an electronic sight stick, one of those that made a sound in relative to distance, so this one was one I could just put in front of me, make sure I don't run into things. “Yeah, I'll drop you off he

It wasn't until a couple weeks had passed that Yongguk began getting worried. Yongguk wasn't into guys. He really wasn't into guys.

A common wonder about the nature of my species is the question of why we must do what we do. We must drink the blood of mortals because we make none ourselves. Our bone marrows are too strong, the muscle too thick for red blood cells to even form. To top it off, the he

I watched, sighing when my roommate, Daehyun, came home with another girl. They were giggling, holding hands, kissing as soon as they got in the house. I just stayed in the kitchen, waiting until I heard the slam of his bedroom before leaving and shutting the front door they always left open. I sighed, feeling my heart shatter once more.

They were lucky promotions had just ended when their leader came down with the flu. He was told to stay in bed, and make sure he took cold medicine on a consistent schedule. The members took turns taking care of the leader, but most members started slacking off, giving the others longer shifts. Sooner or later, Daehyun and Youngjae had stopped all together, and Himchan was too worried about

His cry broke the silence. Everyone had stopped, looking at the scene in silence. We couldn't believe it, wouldn't accept it. Moon Jongyun was dead. He was l

“Please sign here and the adoption will be complete, Yoo-ssi.” Youngjae couldn't believe it. He was adopting a child. He wasn't just adopting a child, he was adopting a child to raise with the love of his life, that was

"You can't keep doing this, Jongup. You're hurting yourself." Junhong, the deity of the clouds, warned his friend. Jongup, the god of the sun, didn't listen, and walked over to the pedestal to enact upon his actions again. "Himchan can't live as long as I'm alive." Jo

Himchan's hand injury was known to all the members, and each one took the time to look after him while he was at the dorm. Himchan was almost tired of the members taking care of him. He didn't want them to help, well, all of them. Himchan had always had a soft spot for the maknae, loving how a

I began my way home, trying to hurry, but the fierce winter wind blowing back at me was making it difficult. Not to mention I had this bad feeling someone was following me. I kept looking back, but saw no one. I began to panic when I heard a stick break behind me, and I started running, my eyes watering with the harsh wind.

Gimpo airport was a popular place. A lot of fans were allowed at this fan signing, a lot more than usual. Jongup was the second to last seat, next to Yongguk. But when he saw the mass of fans, he gulped harshly. He knew they were fans, but there were so many of them.