“My duties are to the student council,” said Ryeowook, and adjusted his glasses. “And class president Siwon.” Jongwoon nodded. “Oh, right, of course.”

Donghae’s the best thing that’s happened to him, though.

Yeah, Ryeowook’s not helpless, but he also has mood swings and sometimes the oddest food cravings that it’s the worst when Jongwoon sees that Ryeowook can’t control himself.

Kyuhyun’s great, really.

They live in a house, two hours from the city. The house is big and spacious and much too classy for either of them, but they don’t care.

Ryeowook squeaks and tries to wrench himself out of Yesung’s grasp, but Yesung’s grip on his arm is strong and his other tentacle is firm at the back of his head— Wait. Tentacle?

Heechul had standards. Which was why he was fucking the little newbie in the back room, after shooting, after nearly everyone had left.

He’s fucking beautiful, even though men aren’t supposed to be beautiful. You don’t care.

In his dream, Kyuhyun is locked in a tower.

“We could’ve died.” Kyuhyun nonchalantly lit a cigarette and stuck it in his mouth. “Although, I guess, if you were alone, you could probably get away. Being able to turn invisible and all.”