Everyone has secrets. Some are kept by themselves, some are kept between two people, some are kept within a circle--a sphere of influence.       Meet Hoya. A guy who loves purple. His love for it manifests in everything he owns. From his headphones to his pajamas--they're purple. He doesn't publicly exhibits

a sneak-peek from a full-length fanfic yours truly is about to make.     IT'S MYUNGJONG   simply because   YOLO  

  Moon HyunMi,a young lady born with talented hands that grew in Los Angeles, goes to Seoul for a vacation. One day, in an accident, she crosses paths with SHINee's Key. Their first meeti

    the fundamental question:    Will he recognize me?            

  On this particular day in their dorm, Nam seems to be in perfect mood. Does he just feel like smiling? or is some mischief brewing?       ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  

  They said it was an accident. They said nobody wanted it to happen. They said it was inevitable.       ...or wasn't it?

My thoughts fly away, all my worries--notions, and emotions are taken away by the water as I fly--figuratively; or literally, accurately--swim.   

He might never have to see her again.    

  Somehow conceited, a little greasy, but nonetheless straightforward, Kim Himchan has made a lasting impression on Riri. This is further developed especially when he adm

It’s a little funny to believe in this kind of stuff, it’s crazy, even—and if I told anyone about it no one would believe me. Definitely.        

          A little mystery, a little challenge, and a little discovery for the time-traveler named Lee Minhyuk.          

      He doesn't know where she is.               _________________________________________

              It took  me a day to love.  

 Being the story of overcoming prejudices, healing, and biscuits.   Risa has the fear of popping oil

Suddenly, Sungjae.       I think those two words would perfectly describe the current state of my life now. Incomplete, expressing no thought—why, that’s all that there is and nothing else. Do I feel the need to complain? Partly, because he dragged me into this mess

Being the story of selfishness, sacrifice, and stupidity.     Sanghyuk has a new car.  

      What causes the noises of the bed?