Ryeowook is a long-suffering makeup artist. Kyuhyun is an idol with an insufferable habit of flirting with him. This is a non-chronological collection of snapshots into their budding relationship. 

Five years ago, Cho Kyuhyun and Kim Ryeowook married after a short courtship. Three years later, Kyuhyun disappeared without a trace. 

Leeteuk asked for very few things from the members. When he did ask, he was rarely turned down. There were only a few instances in life where they had rejected a direct request. That was why, despite the lunacy, they had agreed to spend the worst Christmas ever together.  Or, the story of how Super Junior ruined Christmas and then

The story of how Super Junior took a vacation in Romania, toured a castle, and negotiated with a vampire.

Kyuhyun just watched. He watched it fall apart. He knew it was falling apart. At first, it was just amusing to see how far he could push Ryeowook before the man was on the brink of giving up. That was when Kyuhyun would pull him back in, hold him close and shower him with all of the affection anyone could ever want. But that night was different.

If destiny does exist, then that one person – the only person who will become irreplaceable in your world, is coming for you as fast as they can. So here is my proposal to you, sir. I’m waiting. I’m patiently, but actually impatiently, waiting for you to get your apologetic over here where you’re supposed to be – where we are supposed to be.

The day he left school was nearly the same day he entered the music production company and became Cho Kyuhyun’s new personal assistant. People told him they hoped for the best, knowing very well that every assistant before him had lasted at most a month.   The Prequel to this Story: Chaining Silver

A collection of funny, steamy, bizarre, and hopefully never sad stories from the Super Junior Dorm.

Cho Kyuhyun could have anyone else in the world. His path was filled with encounters. But Ryeowook and I walked the same road, just two vigilantes seeking our own form of justice.

Henry stood outside of the king’s quarters and knocked. A harsh command came from the other side. Smiling, the young boy slid the door open and then pushed aside the thick, well woven red silk curtains. He bowed his head, body bending at a ninety-degree angle. “Your highness, this lowly minstrel hopes to play for you songs of peace.”   CURRENTLY BEING RE-WRITTEN AS ORIGINAL FICTION.

Sometimes…I just don’t know how to deal with everything. I hate my life. I hate my family. They all think I’m stupid and they treat me horribly. When I’m around, I feel like no one wants me there and I just end up getting even more depressed.

Donghae's family owns a candy shop. Henry's family opens a cafe across the street. Just a simple, sweet candy shop romance.     This is all fluff. Really. I think there's a millisecond of conflict. xD

Memories, what can they say about you? This is your chance to say what you want.

It wasn’t something they talked about in the company. Whispers and rumors were always floating around, but nothing was said blatantly. As bad as it was to say anything in front of the president, it was even worse to say anything in front of him. Thank the heavens he was in the army, otherwise everything would’ve been a lot tenser.

Swallowing hard, Henry stared down at the man who sat on the floor, holding his bruised cheek. “Get out.”

Words only go so far. Ryeowook tossed another travel worn, unopened letter into an overflowing bin. Every morning and night, he would find himself blankly staring at them, curious as to what was written inside. But then he remembered why it shouldn’t matter what was written in them. Those words were lies. Those feelings were false. I could write you a thousand letters, and you still wouldn’t reply…right? Sequel to

What happens after Super Junior M's Henry and Donghae's accidental kiss.    

What do you wish for? Where do you wish to go? Who do you wish to be?       Prompt 26: Someone once told me the definition of Hell: The last day you have on earth, the person you became will meet the person you could have become.

Once upon a time, a handsome prince met a beautiful princess. An evil witch cursed the princess, but then the prince defeated a dragon and the curse was broken (somehow…). The prince married the princess and they lived happily ever after.   Now, define ‘happily ever after’…   It was far from over.   After everything has been said and done, what happens next?   The princess is not in love with the prince. The pr

No one could tell probably since it was so subtle and sounded more like a joke. I wouldn’t have blamed him if he thought I was picking on him, but apparently he understood what I was really trying to do. I wouldn’t learn that until a long while later.

Let's fall in love Why shouldn't we fall in love? Our hearts are made of it Let's take a chance Why be afraid of it—   Cheondoong shut off the radio, giving it a look as if it had personally offended him. Tossing the remote to the side, he rolled over on the couch and gazed at the black screen of his television. If he turned it on, what would he see?

       Henry... So I won’t mess with that. Why would I? Donghae is my best friend, first and foremost. Being a jerk about something as miniscule as love is just stupid.

There was only one reason for going to the Summer Festival. There were multiple minor reasons for going as well. Like, Donghae and Henry’s need for cotton candy, food on sticks, and cheap games that were rigged. They just never got tired of it, acting like drunkards after hours of goofing around. Or, Sungmin and Eunhyuk who wanted to use pick up lines and aegyo on women that only ended up laughing and giving them free lanterns. The booth ladies were the only ones singl

Where is this? What am I seeing? There’s someone over there, right? His hair is dark. He looks surprised…I wonder why. Is he here for me? Why would he be? Oh…there’s someone else next to him. Who is that person? I wonder if they’re waiting for me to speak. “Where am I?”

The sky was pale blue. The sun was rising over the short fence of their compound lot. Green grass and sweet summer scents drifted around the early morning. Gravel crunched under his sneakers, and warm winds raced over his thin cotton shirt. Just a few more feet and he would be where he wanted to be.     ...he glanced down at the silver bracelet around his wrist. Ryeowook smiled affectionately at it, lips parting in silent words...