Infinite One-shots     Chapter 1- Pride (MyungJong)

    Woohyun believes that the world is round.   Sunggyu knows that the world is flat. And what goes around never comes around, what goes over the edge drowns.  

What do you do when you’re pulled by the desire to destroy and the passion to protect?

Because high school is all about melodramas and the school tennis team should be no exception. 

There was a boy. And there's more...   It's Christmas Eve and Sunggyu wonders why amidst all the happiness and blessings he is so, so lonely. (He actually knows the answer)

If you are a nightmare, I wonder what dreams are like.   Virtually indestructible and immensely powerful, the Infinites are one of the oldest and most intelligent species on earth. Their mighty reign over the earth would have continued for an eternity, but tragedy struck in the

Have you ever wondered why roses are red? A rose has thorns, and she uses them to draw blood. This blood is her rogue. And the scream of the innocent is her wine. She fools you with her beauty and lays a claim on your heart. She draws you closer so that she can bathe in your blood; she calls out to th

Myungsoo is a lot of things. He is flesh, blood and bones. He is a philosopher, born between the rain and the rivers.

It’s always easier said than done. Always, no exception.

  A house is not always a home… And a home isn’t always a house, or even a roof above your head. A home is something you have to experience, to call it home.   ---

I’ve always been there when you needed me, always one step behind you; You may be someone else’s precious crystal now, but you’ve always been the Sun for me. Now you have someone else to think about at night, but I spend the nights sleepless for you;

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Myungsoo doesn’t like winter, Sungjong does. But that doesn’t stop them from meeting, or falling in love. Because love changes people of opposite polarity so that they start to resemble each other.

    Every ground we treaded on, together or apart, holds memories.   Every space that held our breaths, can write a story.