You're waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don't know for sure. But it doesn't matter. How can it not matter to you where that train will take you?

It is far, far easier to make someone viewed as perfect, to feel flawed, than to make someone viewed as flawed, to feel perfect.

Few could claim to be bright enough to have borrowed sunlight. None could be bothered to give it back. And then there was Sungjong... 

Warning: blind Sungjong. In which the not-so-average photographer lives in your average coffee shop. And gets blown away by this not-so-average boy. Leading to the not-so-average exhibition.

  Written from the POV of a diary. Myungsoo’s Diary. Your average diary story in the hands of a writer lacking sleep and procrastinating for finals. 

In which JaeJoong has tiny hands, flies around Sungjong's head, and tries to prevent him from suffering in love. Of course, only the first two are possible.

Sungjong is a perfect model, but he isn't perfect at anything else. But in the end, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and Sungjong is about to be introduced to a whole new kind of photographer.

  From positions in car rides, to room arrangements, to shower order, everything is determined by the divine, all powerful result of rock, paper, scissors.

"Life is a book filled with many chapters. When one chapter is finished, you must go on to the next chapter." But of course, not everyone can. Poster by deliberatemistake.

Angst. MINE. Full details later. Just know that this is for the amazing chemistry contest and that my heart cries as I write this.

Sungjong is a dancer. Myungsoo is the photographer covering him. Warning: Sungjong will blow your mind. If you want innocent maknae...oops.

  “After Sungjong turned twenty years old, he underwent a big change. A 180 degree change. He became the hot maknae.” But if he’s been a hot maknae all along, what right does Myungsoo have to claim him now?

Lee SungJong knows six flavors of love.

  It was like their love wasn’t meant for him, the way it left as easily as it came. And maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t.

Because sometimes, the most precious things are precious only to you. Because sometimes, a name is only a name. And sometimes, it's not.

Because the sun stays in the sky, and the sea stays below. Because wax can melt, and wings can get wet. Because Myungsoo knows how to wait, and Sungjong knows how to love. But no one ever knows enough.