"Dude, chill, you can still get your f***ing bacon if you go to Subway's or whatever. Although I think they charge extra for it."

"No, you know what, that's beside the point right now. I would like to take this opportunity to remind you all that this is not a Disney Channel TV special, this is not a heart-warming G-rated chick flick, and it sure as hell isn't some f***ing shoujo manga. This is real life, on a Friday morning, and we are grown f***ing men, for f***'s sake. With pride, and dignity, and lives. Why. The F***. Are we here."

Kyungsoo stood up and threw a tantrum, “I don’t care. I want to go for a swim. And you’re coming with me. You’ve been neglecting me for a long time because of your training. You’re always listless when we meet up. Don’t you know how lonely I feel? Do you even care about me anymore? Do you even love me anymore?”

“Kyungsoo-ah, I’m sorry for neglecting you. But I’m really trying my best. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t care or love you. And I don’t regret coming on this trip. We had an enjoyable time together.”

“But don’t you know time is precious? Once you debut as an artiste, you won’t have time for me. And I’m going off overseas to study cooking…I want to spend whatever time we have together.”

She was intensely drunk.
I was too.
"All men will just break my heart. And I will not fall in love unless he fetches the moon for me and I will-" She continued talking. My head swirled. She was so noisy.
"Hush!" I shouted as I failed bipedality. The effect of the soju was so strong.
Seul Min was so stubborn and could not stop singing. I had to shut her up.

with a kiss on her lips.

I heard something. No, I heard a bark.
Fluffy, that dog.
Fluffy, who's just sleeping outside the EXO-M dorm.
Enough. I've had enough of your lying. Brazil, huh?
Aya Zhang, you. beguile. me. with. your. lies.
Two shall play the moral game. Righteuosness awoke.
My face stoned and I put the phone down, Goodbye Ye Min.
Run, righteous. I need that heiress as soon as possible.
Wait for me, Ms. Zhang. I'm coming.

I own the stage.
I own it.
But...
the song just ended...
I must own her.
I must own her...
With the lights dim, her face red, and a tight pull on her waist,
I owned her...
With a forceful peck on her lips.
A kiss...
...So the trouble ends here?
Maybe Not.

She left early. Tsk.
Then I noticed there was a bunch of foods beside my bag.
I read the note. "Gumawo"
I think I like the idea of her as my wife.
I did not just say that.
I did not.

You whispered into my heart and kissed my soul...

While the mystery customer looks at the pastries, Jongdae feels his wrist buzz, and he is suddenly frozen in place. He had completely forgotten about the watch. His eyes take the time to actually look at this new customer, and Jongdae feels his heart stop. This is his soulmate?

Kyungsoo hadn't known what to expect when he finally to tell his mother he was gay, but being sent to an all-boys summer camp in the middle of nowhere certainly wasn't it...

“Did you hear me? I demand compensation!” Baekhyun repeated himself. Despite his tone, he was shaking on the inside. What if Jongdae rejected him?

“What..what do you want?” Jongdae chose his words carefully, uncertain what to do.

Baekhyun took another step closer to Jongdae as he leaned into the other’s face. When he was mere inches away, he smiled widely.

“You.”