Joonmyun's quite positive that the description of the office position he'd applied for hadn't informed him of a requirement that involves a heightened tolerance of exhibitionism, toilet humor, excessive ing, your mom jokes, debilitating laziness, and a boss who's convinced that his nostrils can function as pencil sharpeners.

  Life's a game. A game of numbers.   Age. IQ. Wealth. Popularity. Success.  

Simply a collection of drabbles with varying plots and pairings.

    During certain afternoon hours, a particular corridor bathed in gold hums with the faint sound of a twinkling voice hidden behind one of the numerous nondescript doors lining the walls. The closer the ear ventures towards the room, the more it is spellbound by the brilliant charm of the unrefined beauty radiating from each note the lovely voice yields. Not every one is executed with confidence, yet the imperfect song becomes no less attractive and

  "Hey, bartender !" "Welcome, sir. What can I get you to drink ?"  

Being a teacher is painful when you have a class full of mischievous kids.   - Short drabbles depicting the lives of teachers Joonmyun and Yifan.

"I can't take this anymore ! We always get so close that I can count every damn fluffy eyelash and perfect little pore. But before we can outshine fireworks with a rocking kiss, I wake up to my lousy alarm clock and the sound of my mother banging on the door !" "You poor, poor thing, Minseok. Your dreams are so tragic that I almost want to shed a tear." "Agh, what does this all mean, Joonmyun !?" "It's the universe telling you that you're desperately in n

    Thoughtlessly, his feet weaved through the maze of dense trees, retracing the countless steps they had imprinted here years before.               Instinctively, his eyes located the clearing, spotting the thin, lonesome tree near the edge of the tiny pond.                   Involuntaril

"Just look at me." - A short drabble about skydiving.

He didn't mean to do it. Everyone has the wrong impression. Why won't they listen ? It's not like that.       - One-shot inspired by Big Bang's Monster    

When all hope is lost, a single ray of light can illuminate a world of darkness.   Wartime oneshot inspired by the song Blurry by Puddle of Mudd