Jisoo contemplates how harder life gets now that fellow member Junghan continues to look more like a goddess.

Every friendship has their beginning, and Jisoo doesn't regret starting his with Junghan.    

Where everybody is wondering about Jisoo and Junghan and getting absolutely no answers.

Junghan keeps a list of reasons why he should never confess to Jisoo. Jisoo disagrees with all of them. 

There's something about Hong Jisoo. There's something about Yoon Junghan.

The cute barista was going to run out of pet names eventually, but what happens then? 

Jeonghan should have learned by now that Jisoo never made a bet unless he was sure to win. 

People had wings. Casual sized wings that were usually not big enough to carry you, so you can’t exactly fly with it. It’s not exactly tangible so nobody can touch or feel it either; it’s just sort of there, attached to your back like an apparition. It showed how you feel, often times, emotions like sadness or joy could be felt through how the wings look or react to certain things. You could only see

Mingyu never imagined those words could come from Jisoo's mouth.  

I almost told you that I love you.

Jisoo didn’t want to admit he had more than one reason for visiting the bookstore every day. 

Soonyoung has accepted that Jisoo and Jeonghan were a 2-in-1 package.

Okay, so maybe Hansol deserved his thanks after all. 

"His name is Joshua. Close enough?"

His relationship with Yoon Jeonghan goes from 0 to 100 within a few seconds.

It all started when Jisoo accidentally said 'I love you' to the pizza boy on the other end of the line. 

Imagine a rebel student. That's Wen Junhui. Now, imagine a perfect student. That's Hong Jisoo.

In a thoughtless attempt to get his mother off his back, Hong Jisoo's first course of action was to lie to her. That involved bringing in his best friend, Yoon Jeonghan, who was more than willing to help. They've gone through everything together; now all they had to do was pretend they were in a healthy, loving relationship, and keep up the act long enough for his mother to feel contented. That wasn't so hard. After which, thing