Never again, Seohyun tells herself the morning after, applies makeup over the purple marks, and in a matter of minutes it’s like Yoona never sunk her teeth into her, never drew more blood than she should’ve. Pretty, polite, polished. She’ll be fine. She always is.

Hyunjung will always be there to catch Sojung, no matter how many times she falls.

Hyunjung holds Sojung’s jaw like she’s holding a petal, similar to the ones starting to fall from the cherry blossom tree at the other side of the street, announcing a new cicle— a new beginning. Each time Sojung flinches under her touch, another petal falls. And they keep on falling, falling, falling— they’re all over the place, painting the grass pink, and maybe some of them find their way into Hyunjung’s soul, too. There’s no way back now. 

“Park Soobin, if you don’t stop being an idiot right now, I’m not giving you your Christmas gift before you go home for the holidays.” (or, Sojung gives Soobin way more than just a necklace for Christmas.)

They’re used to this — to Hyunjung showing up at Sojung’s house late at night after getting in a fight with her mother, the same old backpack over her shoulders and the same hopeless expression on her face. They’re used to the comfort, to the company, to each other. It has always been the two of them against the world.

Beautiful, breathtaking, alluring. That’s what Saerom was. And Gyuri couldn't bring herself to take her eyes off of her, ever. (cross-posted on ao3)

Since when did "best friends" become nothing but an insufficient term to define what they were? (Or, five times Sojung and Soobin were just best friends and the one time they were a little bit more than that.) (cross-posted on ao3)

It was at the most ungodly hour of the day that Yeonjung realized she was in love with Dawon. Dawon was her second love — or how Yeonjung tends to call it, her second heartbreak. (cross-posted on ao3)

“Dawon, do I make you nervous?” Jiyeon’s voice was almost like a whisper. It sounded like music to Dawon’s ears. Even if it made her entire body shiver. (cross-posted on ao3)

While Nayoung and Sejeong go to parties every weekend, Bora and Mimi prefer to find warmth in each other's arms.

my most beautiful moment is you, the center of my brilliant season is you. (collection of wjsn drabbles and one-shots)