Kyungsoo belongs in skinny jeans.

Chanyeol pressed his face up against the glass, round eyes agape at the five, multicolored fluffy creatures that squirmed about inside a box just behind the glass. As he watched them, enraptured by each individual puppy's adorableness, his grin grew wider. His expression of joy grew wider still when he caught sight the flimsy 'FREE' sign written in a sloppy scrawl and hug haphazardly over the edge of the box.     "Baekhyun! Baekhyun! I want one

This is exactly what Himchan didn't want, what he was trying to prevent. Himchan was bad. He knew he was bad, because he'd been told that before, on more than one occasion. His love wasn't good and he knew it. His love was spoiled. He certainly wasn't good enough for someone as wholesome and kind as Yongguk, that was apparent to Himchan. Himchan was broken, Yongguk was strong. Himchan was so disgustingly, unpardonably filthy, tainted, and Yongguk was pure and good. He didn't deserve to love

Wufan has this fascination with thunder and lightning that rages outside him and Yixing's window in the form of a storm. He finds the raw power behind the storm alluring and he can't help but watch, enthralled.

Usually it wouldn't be a problem for Kris if it was anyone but Lay. This particular member made the butterflies flurry in the leader's stomach and his skin turn feverish whenever their eyes met. He didn't know why. But he didn't feel like it was an unpleasant feeling. No, not at all.

Everything seems bigger when covered in snow, too. My backyard when I was a kid was no exception, nor the city now in the present day. And...love, too, seems bigger, more pronounced.