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Byun Baekhyun. He's one of the school's pretty ulzzang boys. You're his bestfriend. You think he's gay. He doesn't love you. But you love him anyway.
You’re the resident class introvert. You never talk to people that much. It’s useless anyway. You’ll end up stuttering because of your shyness, leaving the conversation awkward. You’re content with just sitting there at the farthest corner of the room, enjoying the view outside from the window. Or if not, you occasionally observe the class together with your pen and diary. Watching people was easier than interacting with them. Their actions were more interesting than the
You are the glee club president and one of the school's best singers. The principal suddenly calls you to join a contest with a very big cash prize. But problem is, you have to be a girl-boy duo in order to join the contest. So you have to have a partner. But you find out your partner happens to be the school's most notorious delinquent, Do Kyungsoo. Uh-oh.
“What do you usually draw, then?” “ Oh, just certain things. Things I like.” He paused, his doe eyes never leaving the painting. “I only draw things I like the most.”
What would if in a girl's lifetime, love asks her to make a choice? There's the man who taught her love - yet the same man who taught her to hate love...
“After the winter, flowers bloom. Spring comes. And trees will live again. “ ~~ Your shivering hands clutched the tear-drenched sticky note, heart jumping at the last line. “Isn’t my poem beautiful?” Your chest gave the usual merciless pounding the moment you heard the familiar voice. No one can do this to your heart but him. Only him. You slowly turn towards the door. Your tear-blurried v
You've been dreaming the same dream lately - A dream about a certain childhood friend. But the problem is you can't remember his face, and worse, his name. The only thing you remember was his the color of his hair, skin and eyes. And one day, ten years after that fateful meeting, two gorgeous transferees arrive. One of them fit the description. Will things be the same again?
A drabble of a morning with Gohn.
My name is Ahn Hee Ra. Seventeen. Young. Heartbroken. I remember a person once said to me that I was an angel with a broken wing. I tried to fix my wing and tried to fly again, but I fell and now I can’t anymore. But I know that time will come when another angel will arrive in my life. He will not help me how to fly again… But instead, he will carry me in his arms.