Hongbin is a master of a special kind of craft. He deals in memories and experiences, transferring them into edibles and selling them to his loyal clientele to ingest and claim as their own. He is the best in his field, that is, until he isn't anymore. Who would have thought that chocolate sells better than Tic Tacs?

What does Wonsik do when his Jack Russell accidentally mates with Hongbin's Doberman? Exchanges numbers and hopes that Hongbin doesn't murder him in his sleep.

Heiligtum, sanctuary for abandoned androids, receives an unusual new arrival. A/N: This is a sequel for my previous fic I've Got Thick Skin (and an Elastic Heart). So while I do recommend you read the original fic beforehand to get a better idea of the story, I also believe that this story is a standalone, so no harm done if you're too lazy. (; 

The first and last thing Leo ever sees is his creator's face. A/N: The fic was inspired by VIXX's "Error" MV (took me a while OTL), and the title is taken from this beautiful song. 

Myungsoo is watching the premiere of his newest feature film, but he can't seem to be able to tear his eyes away from the live narrator. Myungsoo and Sungjong are two sides of the same coin during the Korean golden age of silent films in the late 1920's. Myungsoo is an applauded actor by the harshest of critics, succesful and promising, and absolutely smitten by Sungjong, a rising Byeonsa annotating Myungsoo's latest flick. But whereas the movies are silent, the people are no

As much as Yeseul cringes at the sound of Arah’s voice, she eventually begins to enjoy her presence, because at least Arah’s high pitched blabbering takes away from Yeseul’s restless thoughts of her sick grandma and dwindling success at her studies. She almost doesn’t want to share her with her friends, but Arah’s annoying tendencies seem to work for Yeseul  because her friends find her almost as irritating as she does, but don’t really grow to like her as much. This is a prequel

Sungyeol has always wanted to be a soldier. Myungsoo hasn’t. In a filthy hellhole disguised as a camp in the middle of nowhere, they create a symbiotic friendship based on their mutual dislike for their sergeant, and try their best to survive until the next time they go home; Although things don’t go exactly as planned.

Sungyeol needs to get his priorities straight, and who could be a better help than a hell bound dealer of souls? *Yes, I named the fic after a Disney song, humor me.