There are many stories in the magical world, theirs begins like this. || or, a peek into moonsun and their seven years at Korea's only magical school

The bassist--Byulyi's--smile grows. Yong chances another glance at her and feels a traitorous blush creep up her neck. | or the one where Loser Crew is a Punk Indie Band

“You’re not allowed to eat in here.” Yong said, transitioning from second arabesque to an arabesque croisée. Her friend seemed unbothered, already hunkering down by a corner and opening a small tupperware of kimchi rice. “I won’t tell if you wont!” || or everyone dances ballet and Byul knows the fastest way to Yong's heart is through her stomach.