I decided to create a collection dedicated to shorter stories that I don't want to publish as separate stories. They will be rather short: drabbles, one-shots, maybe occasional two-shots. I will upload them when I don't feel like continuing my other stories or fight with a writer's block (or myself). I hope you enjoy it!

With every next red or yellow leaf I find on the ground I steal a peck from your sweet lips and tell you I love you like no one before. You blush almost as much as the reddish leaves in your gloves-covered hands and you try to shoot a glare at me but only end up with that angelic smile of yours.  

Minho considers himself a lucky guy. Yet, there is one boy that succeeds in leaving him speechless, even if he's the one who doesn't speak a word.

  Jonghyun had never actually changed – his hands were still the warmest hands he had ever touched (even if there were not that many he actually had), fingers short and grip tight, like a real man he was. It was beyond him how much they were different, yet fitting like puzzles, his long, slender fingers perfectly intertwining with those thick of Jonghyun. He could praise that hold to all the gods of the earth, to everyone who might have list

Taemin knew that it was a day when he would finally prove everyone that he was responsible enough to take things into his hands.