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.”

Feeling wasn’t a program. They didn’t have hearts. Nothing was supposed to be real.

Kibum had filled out nicely—Donghae never saw Kibum’s awkward stages, doubted they even existed.

they’re young and in the back of hyukjae’s car.