Imagine a rebel student. That's Wen Junhui. Now, imagine a perfect student. That's Hong Jisoo.

Wonwoo's drunk, Mingyu's in disbelief, and Minghao is laughing. Mingyu blames the latter entirely.

Mark was in denial. So was Donghyuck, though. Neither would ever admit to it.

Jihoon was beginning to think this was A Big Mistake. Bigger than he already knew it was going to be the moment they met.

Handsome Guy jogged around the block every morning at 6AM. Who even does that anymore?

"Juyeon doesn't know Hwall likes him," came the matter-of-fact reply from Sunwoo all the way over at the other end of the room. "Absolutely dense. Do you think he's being dense on purpose?" 

In which Minghao is jealous, Junhui loves cats, and Longguo does what he has to do.

His Ravenclaw senses were tingling with how following Seungcheol was a bad idea, but Jihoon could never resist.

Hyunjin’s got a crush. He didn’t want it to be obvious, of course, but he knew it was. Everybody  within ten feet of Hyunjin whenever he was with Jeongin knew it was. Everybody even without being in the same building as them knew it was. Everybody except Jeongin, apparently.

Hyunjin picked up the stack of flyers and began shuffling through them, finally stopping at one with a sudden smile on his face. It was a fond sort of smile, one usually reserved for cute things like puppies; Seungmin was sure there was no club for that since dogs weren’t allowed on campus. Maybe it was dance? But he was already in his own team. The other boy presented the flyer with a flourish as Seungmin began to read

Five times Hyunjin kissed Jeongin and one time he didn't. (alternatively titled: yang jeongin gets what he wants)

Hwang Hyunjin, as seen through Jeongin's eyes, as felt through his heart.

In which Yoon Jeonghan can get anybody he wants to fall for him, except for the only one who actually matters.

When Hwang Hyunjin thought about his soulmate again, he was eighteen years old. The problem was, he liked Jeongin.

There was no way he was going to forget Junhui after that night, after all. 

Kang Yuchan has gotten himself in his fair share of trouble throughout his life, but this has got to be the wildest of them all. Everything was like it came straight out of a novel; large castles, chivalrous knights, a war that divided the nation, with Yuchan at the center of it all, for reasons he's not sure he wants to find out. Everything would have been fine, honestly, if it weren't for those promises he had to make

“Maybe he noticed you staring at him, like, literally every night.” “I wasn’t being obvious.”

Maybe Kai wouldn’t call it being bothered, but he did feel something, which he would usually bury in the back of his mind for next time. There was no need to dwell on the fact that he was beginning to look forward to getting his hair ruffled, or wonder what it would be like if he winked back for once, or even how he wouldn’t even fight being in between Soobin’s arms anymore, fittin

There were a lot of things Taehyun was worried about as a nursing intern, but falling in love had been the least of his concerns.  

It’s calming, in a sense. The road looks like it could go on forever with no end in sight. Literally. How long has he been driving? For some reason, his gas level stopped going down about two hours ago; with the tank perpetually half full and the sun nearly setting, he’s still driving. The sun’s been in that position for a while now, too, never really sinking. There’s someone talking to him through the car radio. He’s sure o

Choi Beomgyu just didn’t know how to act around his crush.

Flirting with a student was never in his plans. Flirting with Wen Junhui specifically was never supposed to happen.

The moment Chae Hyungwon received his soulmate’s name on the back of his nape, he had it burned off. 

"I-it's just," Yanan sputtered, still in disbelief as he stared at their intertwined fingers, feeling the heat rise towards the tip of his ears. "I never imagined this happening." "I'm hurt, Yanan. I've thought about holding your hand a lot," Junhui replied cheerfully. 

“You’re way more good looking than I am,” Hyunjoon blurted out before he could stop himself, blushing immediately after, which he was certain would be way too obvious against his pale cheeks. Before he could say anything more, their professor for that class entered the room, effectively shutting up the whispers of the other students and also making Hyunjoon face back towards the front.

“Jaemin said you’re a better kisser than me,” Mark blurted out, surprising even himself. There was a momentary look of surprise that crossed Jeno’s face, before the boy glanced at Jaemin, silently asking if this was really an okay topic to be discussing with Jaemin’s boyfriend, of all people.

They’ve known each other practically forever; it made no sense for him to want to memorize every inch of the other boy’s face like it was his first and last time seeing it. Drip by drip, the fate of three boys were meant to converge sooner or later. All it took was Jaemin batting his long lashes at Mark and dragging Jeno along with him, on a road trip to escape the city heat. If only they could escape their feelings the same way, but then again, they never found the need to do that

In a world where soulmates could hear each other’s thoughts until they met, Jeno didn’t think he was anything special until he began to hear not just one, but two voices in his head.

At the center of it all, of them all, was a boy named Mark.    

Ever since he could remember, Yang Jeongin could see the red string of fate. It was an ability that had caused him his fair share of troubles in life, but by far the biggest of all came in the form of his soulmate. Try as he may to stop himself from falling too hard and too quickly, it was only a matter of time before Jeongin got swept up in the whirlwind that was Hwang Hyunjin.