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Mark was particularly possessive when it came down to a certain Got7 member. Park Jinyoung, younger by a year and 18 days, mother of the group, and by far the cutest person he had ever met.
Mark likes walking around the dorm shirtless and everybody is less than fine with it.
The only remedy to Chanyeol's acrophobia.
For some reason, Mark ends up alone at Everland. (But not for long.)
The first and the last time Jinyoung was forced to buy a watermelon. And what happened next.
Keeping secrets from friends is close to impossible. Mark should have known this.
University life meant books, burgers, and a boy named Jinyoung.
Jisoo contemplates how harder life gets now that fellow member Junghan continues to look more like a goddess.
Every friendship has their beginning, and Jisoo doesn't regret starting his with Junghan.
It all started because of a coffee cup (and it was all thanks to Jaebum, too.)
Jinyoung gets lost in the eyes of a boy with sea and wind tousled hair, with movement like the waves, and just like summer, is really hot.
Where everybody is wondering about Jisoo and Junghan and getting absolutely no answers.
Chanhee isn't sure what exactly is going on between him and Byunghun.
Luhan was a free spirit that Sehun, no matter how hard he tried, just couldn't contain.
Understanding Junhui was hard enough- it got even more complicated now that Minghao was around.
Junghan keeps a list of reasons why he should never confess to Jisoo. Jisoo disagrees with all of them.
There's something about Hong Jisoo. There's something about Yoon Junghan.
Juyeon just wanted to know his name—his real name—was that too much to ask?
The cute barista was going to run out of pet names eventually, but what happens then?
For some reason unknown to the both of them, someone on earth had ended up with a scrying mirror—specifically, the other half of Jaemin's set that he thought was just misplaced. He didn't think it would be sent to earth, of all places, and especially not in the room of one Mark Lee.
On most occasions, Mark’s saving grace came in the form of Nana, the guild’s resident Mage and overall leader.
Jeonghan should have learned by now that Jisoo never made a bet unless he was sure to win.
People had wings. Casual sized wings that were usually not big enough to carry you, so you can’t exactly fly with it. It’s not exactly tangible so nobody can touch or feel it either; it’s just sort of there, attached to your back like an apparition. It showed how you feel, often times, emotions like sadness or joy could be felt through how the wings look or react to certain things. You could only see
This wasn't how Junseop had envisioned his day of finally being away from the palace to go, but found that he honestly couldn't complain. in a bakery with a cute boy in front of him, who would?
Wen Junhui knew there was something about the boy inside his flower shop, he just couldn’t tell what, exactly.
For Minghao to be good at his job of banishing evil spirits, his demon had to be equally good at summoning them. Wen Junhui was, inexplicably, bad at his job.
A drenched figure immediately stumbled in, getting rain all over the floor that Minghao had just mopped, too. Irritated just a little bit, the vampire was about to try his best to calmly tell the customer that the cafe was closed half an hour ago can’t you read the sign outside,when he stopped in his tracks. He sniffed the air once, twice, as he watched the other boy finally get the hair out of his eyes.
He wasn’t sure when the dreams started, nor why they did, or how Minghao came to be.
Aliens. Minghao hated them.