Three in the morning every Sunday, where the Han River flows past Seoul, the Han Gang drive up to take a load off. What started as a night of beer, good food, and good company suddenly becomes the idol industry's best kept secret. 

Twelve boys, twelve hours, twelve roses. 

Winter had never been his favorite season, mostly because he dreaded the cold. "Seasons may change, winter to spring, but I love you, until the end of time."

"Running away was easy. Not knowing what to do next was the hard part."

Luhan's loved Yoona with all his heart for as long as he could remember. Then, he stops. Yoona's in hell for sixty seconds, but a mere fraction of just one already feels like a lifetime.

 She was nine years old as of today. Soon enough, she would be so old. "Too old to do anything fun. And that would be horrible!" she cried to herself. (Let's not forget, this is the mindset of someone who just turned nine.) Sneaking out of her bedroom at night, she crept in the hallway, jumping slightly to reach the drawstring of the attic. Luckily, she made no sound and the string was long enough for her to reach.  I

She knew who he was. Out of the five members of the group, only one had caught her attention. Leader Lee Gunwoo, who was sitting a few feet away.    Obviously, he knew who she was as well. The gorgeous Im Yoona. He was her fanboy, and it took all the strength he had not to go into spazz-mode over the gorgeous singer sitting near enough.