These are/will be a collection of drabbles, most of which I write for my lovely dicken nugget friend, Evrim~ Most of these will be domestic, and most will not be cannon ships lol I go based off tags and . Also also, I use these to get me out of my writer's block, so maYBE I'll be able to update Precipice faster *sobs*

Zitao peeked around the corner of the corridor. The late afternoon found the Fat Lady snoozing in her frame, lazily opening every so often for Gryffindor students. Zitao clutched his bag of chocolate a little tighter. Chanyeol usually came out around this time—not like he had been paying attention to Chanyeol’s schedule for the last seven months—and Zitao was set on finally confessing.

A not so miraculous story.

Jongup was sick. Too sick to do anything, but not sick enough to warrant any serious treatment. He just wasn’t allowed to do anything. The group had several radio show appearances over the next week, and Jongup insisted that they attend and not worry about him. He could handle himself well enough to be alone for a couple hours.

Jongin closed the laptop with a sigh. He crossed his arms over the desk and put his head down. He didn’t know why he still checked the fancafes for negative comments about him. Most of the time they were nothing of real malice, just fans pointing out mistakes and such, but each one still felt like a dagger. He knew he shouldn’t feel that way because criticisms help with growth, but maybe he was still too innocent to not take them to heart.