Park Sunghoon goes through the motions of falling in love without much thought.

“Lee Minho? Like the actor?” “Yes, but don’t you think I’m more handsome?” The brunette replied with a cheeky grin, before breaking out into full-on laughter. His laugh sounded a bit like bells ringing, Jeongin mused, too bright and happy to be heard in a place like a hospital.

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.

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

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.

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

“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.

“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.

"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. 

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

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

In a thoughtless attempt to get his mother off his back, Hong Jisoo's first course of action was to lie to her. That involved bringing in his best friend, Yoon Jeonghan, who was more than willing to help. They've gone through everything together; now all they had to do was pretend they were in a healthy, loving relationship, and keep up the act long enough for his mother to feel contented. That wasn't so hard. After which, thing

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

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

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.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

CLICK THE BANNER ABOVE.

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

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

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

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.

Yang Jeongin was beginning to think he’d never get over being perpetually nervous in the JYP building; still he does, at least on most days, with Hwang Hyunjin to thank.

Aliens. Minghao hated them. 

He wasn’t sure when the dreams started, nor why they did, or how Minghao came to be.

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.