It was asking for too much yet Jongin believed it wasn’t wrong to wish, to hope, that maybe, just maybe his dreams would also come true. Whereas Kyungsoo had never really settled on what he really wanted. He wished for him to remember yet he was also wishing that they could just both forget – both leading to a dead end romanticists would call a heartache.  

The moment I saw the way you looked at me that night, I thought just for once, I will let go. Just for once, I will let everything crumble and let myself fall in that scary pit of uncertainty I called my best friend. Just for once, I let my broken heart take control of me.  

Jongin could be a tad bit forgetful, he might have sometimes forgotten the difference between left and right but he will never forget the way to Kyungsoo's heart.   # of chapters: oneshot

They were best friends, nothing more, nothing less Title: text

In his current world, a person’s life could be determined by colors – red for military, blue for royals, white for commoners, and black for sinners. In his current world, every step was calculated, dictated by a system nobody could even comprehend. With the mask covering his face, dissecting every fiber of his thoughts, keeping him from thinking of unnecessary thoughts in exchange of keeping his status in the society, he felt like he was going to explode.

He thought it was just perfect, a little too pretentious yet still perfect.Title: Waltz

A dreamer that had already woken up could never just simply go back to sleep and continue the euphoria his old dream had caused him. Mocking birds could fly yet falcons had always been the fastest fliers, always soaring above the horizon without looking back. And who said there was an exit to a labyrinth? The mocking bird could have flown its highest, soared its farthest, it could have crossed the cliff yet the same endless puzzle would still

Dreams still do come true once in a while – whether it was temporary or unideal Yixing didn’t care. He was never really the idealistic type; practicality was his forte, accompanied by bitter realities and watchful eyes. People would say he was a man of few words, often drifting away with his thoughts with eyes shadowed with innocence and pure kindness yet Yixing had always known better. 

Summary: Exo playing flappy bird. nuff said. Title: A FLAPPY BIRD FANFICTION# of chapters: oneshot seriesWord Count: xx

"In our eternal forward march, only the strong can survive."   Title: Truth does not demand belief# of chapters: xx Word Count: x