It soon became a kind of game. Everyone was trying to figure him out, but nobody would actually go up and talk to him. It made for conversation and something to do. Kris persisted with the idea that he was probably just a fan of the music. Yixing was convinced he probably lost a girlfriend at this very bar and returned every week to remember her. Taemin thought he was an alien studying the culture of young humans. You had no idea. You weren’t sure what had struck you the very first night he

A Minho scenario for anon~! When he proposes to you and is extra clingy.

The cafe was on the second floor of a small, quaint building, hidden in a little corner of the city with a bookstore on the right and a boutique on the left. The first floor belonged to a law firm (Kim, Lee, Kim & Co.) The only sign of its existence was a small plaque with it’s name printed in bold letters and an A4-sized poster bearing the names of the cafe’s top hosts and their pictures. You glared at your friend as you stood under the red awning over the front. Ever since you’d men

This is a scenario that's almost 3 years in the making. It was originally written for someone else, but I've decided to give it to Kris because it fits him better. It'll have several parts so please stick with me ^^ Based on Tegomass's Hanamuke.

A short Kris one-shot, somewhat inspired by Liar, Liar (It Takes One To Know One) by Taking Back Sunday.

You were right, you realized with a sigh as you finally made it onto the highway home. You weren’t going to forget those eyes.

The long, incomprehensible words seemed to be competing with the equally perplexing numbers printed neatly in columns and paragraphs on the page. “I don’t know how else to say this.” He began, wishing his voice could portray the calm needed to convey this message. He fiddled with his hands - a sure sign that he was nervous. Dr. Yoo was young, brilliant and had achieved far more in his field than his youth would imply. “Y-you have 3 weeks left to live.”

[Requested] Lay angst then fluff for anon

When your best friend goes missing after the worst fight you can remember, it's all you can do to try and keep calm. Too bad life had other ideas.

Here’s a sad Suho fic, loosely based on That XX by G-Dragon because I’ve had it stuck in my head for the past few days [I’ll let you figure out how and who the characters are in reference to the song lol] Requests are still open if anyone has any [I need fuel for writing anyways so please do send in any requests you have :)]

A Suho one-shot for anon who wanted fluff that wasn’t cheesy :S I hope this lives up to what you hoped for >.< I’m a huge cheeseball at heart so I tried, I really did :/ I don’t know if it sets the mood or what but I was listening to the Rainy Mood version (lol) of IU’s Peach while writing this <3

Slightly crack-fic collection based on each of the teasers and Simon and Martina’s review of EXO-K’s MAMA video in which Chanyeol burns down the Tree of Life.

[Requested] D.O one-shot where you confess your feelings

A little Xiumin-daddy one-shot because my baozi feels are outrageous sometimes lol

[Requested] Sehun fluff (shopping + movie date) for anon :3 I hope it’s fluffy enough lol And bonus Suho appa, ‘cause I have appa feels

[Requested] When you meet Chanyeol because your friend asked you to accompany her somewhere.

His long fingers felt warm intertwined with yours as the wind blew your hair out behind you. The cold night breeze was strong, constantly reminding you of its presence, yet you always seemed somehow just short of breath. Each and every step was pregnant with purpose, yet so light and effortless that you didn’t know how many you’d taken since you got here. He looked up and made a face at the overcast sky that obscured the stars then turned to you and smiled. You were past the stage of blushi

Just a place to dump all of my optional bias one-shots. Read through them then tell me who you think they were inspired by~!

The lights of Seoul glittered like misplaced stars, stretched out across the horizon. He watched as the little dark figure on the other side of the street outside his window disappeared into the shrubbery of the park. He threw on a jacket and a scarf and raced out the door, dodging the cars in the street and falling into step, out of sight, 10 feet behind her. She was as beautiful as always, hair falling in soft waves and blowing with the wind, her eyes downcast and her