You relaxed and put your sword back stuck on your hip. “What do you want, prisoner?” you made sure to emphasize the last word.                 “I thought I was more than that. At least that's what you said last night,” he mumbled and stopped by your side.    

“It’s just… do you hear yourself? All of this you’re saying doesn’t make a little tiny bit of sense! I… I don’t even know you!” you said and instantly regretted just by the pain visible in his eyes. He took a deep breath, but didn’t look like someone who was about to give up at all.      

The next move was risky, but not for a moment the thought of giving up crossed his mind. Below that room, there was the answer his heart was craving for. What car he would own, what was going to be the size of h

“I was kind of hoping you could help me, actually.” “How?” “I really hope it doesn’t sound that weird to you and I’ll completely understand if you don’t agree, but…” he interrupted himself. She just looked at his face, encouraging him to continue.        

"For him it was never pleasant having to deal with the girl of his dreams being mistreated by that jerk of a guy. But he would do anything to keep their friendship; as long as she was happy, nothing else would matter."          

"I just want to show how much I love every inch of you. Psychologically. Emotionally. And physically."          

"—What movie is this? — he sat on the floor and leaned his back on the sofa. — Does it matter? I'm here, and you're with me — she sat beside him.  — It's another romantic movie, isn't it?"

"— JAPAN?! This is great! When are you going, Hoya? — Hoya, Hoya, Hoya! Where did you get this nickname from? Howon! Lee Howon is my name!"        

          "The bus stopped and some guys were hopping out, and he could only notice one last thing before hopping out too; her KitKat keychain. He was determined; he was giving her a KitKat bar."        

          "— That’s interesting, Minhee… You’re very similar to my girlfriend. She has long, brown hair… She wears a pair of pink sneakers too… She loves fluffy toys… Even your names are the same..."        

     "Aish, you and this obsession”     "Oppa, sh!" she said, turning the DVD on with a compilation of her favorite performances.      "Don't you ever get tiredof him? I mean, loook at him, he's w

                “_____-ssi, we’re still up for tomorrow, right?” Sunggyu texted her with a smile.                 “Hmmm, I don’t know… Last time we met, you tried to steal my pink suitcase. How do I know you’re not trying anything again? Kekeke~” she rep

                — Eottokhe?~ This guy won’t get out of my mind, and the only thing I know is his face, his hair.                     — Man, you’re like that dude from “Charlie’s Angels” movie, the one who yanks a lock of each girl’s head and smells i

               Sandeul entered the café. He casually walked to the counter and quickly looked at the impatient girl standing there.                — Good morning, sir. Welcome to Sweet Sky, can I take your order? — the counter girl asked with a kind smile.

                "— Hm, my key chain must be lost… — she noticed the little heart missing.                 The girl got surprised by seeing that the clothes inside the suitcase weren’t hers. She instantly closed it and looked for the tag; it wasn't her name.

                “He must be here soon~” she thought to herself and smiled in amusement. Before she could breathe again, she felt her phone vibrating in her hands, it was his text.                 “I'm already here ^^ Come out now!”

"There was a small, barely noticeable light coming from under the piano room door. I tried to be silent while walking there, but the light seemed to be getting brighter as I was getting closer to the door. Then a piano song started playing."