Yunho talked a lot. In person. In texts. In voice messages. Sometimes Mingi would just listen to a three-minute audio of Yunho ranting about a math problem and wonder how on earth does someone passive, pessimistic...

[completed] A melody echoing past the gates of the Underworld. A golden arrow smeared with red. Destined lovers and bad omens. Every myth we know is wrapped in romance and tragedy - bitter, sweet, eternal. Follow f...

[completed] "Very romantic, don't you think?" Wooyoung asked as they settled in. San raised an eyebrow. "What, the view?" "Everything. The view. The atmosphere. Us." Wooyoung leaned fo...