“Hyung? What are you doing?” Sanghyuk asks, looking over from his script book in their van. He raises a bushy eyebrow at the hyung that was curled up in fetal position—almost hidden under the front row of seats—and trembling. “Are you having a seizure or something?” 

“Yunho?” “Yeah?” Feeling that warm hand tightly holding his, Jaejoong relaxed. “It’s nothing; I must have been dreaming.” “. . . you sure? You haven’t slept well lately—“

Leona is the heiress to the Lionhart mega-company; the sheltered princess who is brutally taught reality after her body guard, Seo Inguk, is killed in the line of duty. How will she react when Cha Hakyeon--a boy who eerily resembles the fallen guard-- transfers into her class?

The ghost was beautiful; every bit as beautiful as Hyunseung was when he was alive.

Wassup diary~? This is Rovix, the seventh member of ViXX hijacking the diary camera~ From now on, this will be the "Rovix Files!"

“. . . Don’t you think this is wrong?” Hakyeon said suddenly, pushing himself away from the taller form stretched out next to him. Wordlessly, the man beside him pulls him back, and the darker man rests his crown on that pale shoulder. He sighs as Taekwoon’s arms wrap around him, closing the subject.

As you fly across the floor, you feel lighter with each step. The music suddenly stops. "Enough." You whirl around to face a man with droopy eyes and a slightly stern, concerned expression.

  And that’s how I broke up with Kim Sunggyu; I just couldn’t find enough words to tell him I still loved him. And just like that, we went our ways.    

Seeing as to Han Sanghyuk is currently hospitalized in a full-body cast from improperly practicing what he learned in class, we will now be accepting new students.  

Because it's just too easy to be with you . . . it hurts and I'm sorry, Taekwoonie. And you cry as you take the undelivered love letter from your purse.

A collection of 15 one/two shots featuring Super Junior and the reader.

Ding. Dong. Ding. And four o'clock rings twice; Sehun was dead.

Woohyun regains his eyesight, but Sunggyu is the only person he can't see. (Sequel to "Whisper Me")

After some freak accident, Woohyun is left physically blind, leaving Sunggyu devasted.

Hyung . . . I find myself thinking of an unfamiliar face. Hyung, it hurts. Pain shoots through my body as I try to stand and turn to the direction of the voices that were calling me. Leeteuk-hyung . . . Images of an unfamilar face race through my mind like deer in the glen; fleeting. That unfamiliar

Kyu, the magic dragon lived in the dorms . . .

"Old man Teukie has a zoo, lala lala la," sang Kyuhyun, substituting animals and their behaviours with the members and their habits.

Lu Han, where did we go wrong? Lu Han sits alone at the bar, drinking shot after shot of soju.

"Hey, roommate . . ."   "Kyuhyun . . ."   "Take care of my girlfriend for me."  

Sorry, babe. Gonna be late again tonight. XOXO Yifan.

"You know, I'm sorry I might not be here when you need me." "Nn?" Yunho snaps to attention and looks around the beach; he's alone. All alone.

"I'm getting married," you said casually as you sat next to me, sipping carefully at the hot chocolate that we bought at a nearby cafe. You stare distantly down the railroad tracks as we wait for the train to take us back to Seoul.

Zitao had a dream. He wasn't sure what the dream was about, but it made him very sad. In his dream, he could feel that the world was violently shaking and turning, but somehow, he was safe and unafraid.

Park Jungsoo was the kid that put bugs in your hair in junior high. He was the genius and star athlete with a killer smile in high school, and the one who constantly grated against your nerves by making up songs about flatulating.

Lights are flashing; blindingly bright, blue, white, and red.  Everything around me is drowned out by the desperation of my own voice. Kyuhyun-ah . . . How is our Kyuhyun? No, no . . . See to him first, not me, I’ll be okay. I’m okay. Kyuhyun-ah . . .

"Can you do something about it, Changmin-hyung? They're like this whenever we want to hang out," Minho complains, shaking his head. Changmin rolls his eyes. "You think Jaejoong-hyung and Yunho-hyung only do it when you guys are here?"  

  “Mom, make me breakfast!” Changmin hollered from his room. “Make it yourself!” Jaejoong hollered back from the bathroom. The beautiful man turns his attention back to the mirror and stares at the gaunt, pale features in it. A ghostly white face with wide, empty, midnight-black eyes and wine-colored hair stared back him; the face looks more worn and sickly than it used to. Fear flashes through the reflection’s eyes as he hears a light rap on the bathroom door.