My favorite quotes from fics :)

"Can you two please continue flirting somewhere else? Far away from here but within sight because unfortunately, I'm invested."

Sehun is all bones and sass - he's a lover, not a fighter.

Yixing gets out of the car and tries to observe the situation stealthily, but it’s kind of hard when his partner has the size and grace of an ostrich.

“And then, you talked to me. You talked to me. I was shocked, because...well, people don’t usually approach me first, but you did. And you had such a shy, airy laugh, it was like magic?”

Sometimes Taehyung comes home and trips backward into their apartment, arms overflowing with flowers, smiling so wide it must hurt, and Jimin circles back around him, picking up the fallen strays the same as he would pick up gifts thrown onto the stage.

It kicks into him, an emotion long-forgotten but still known. He’s read about it before, a word from the Ancients’ books that hasn’t been changed and continues to resound in the new world as people search for it like a single star hidden in in the darkest night.

“You’re the first person in my life that I have wanted to keep around, always.” “How long is always, hyung?” “Always is,” Seokjin says brushing the hair away from Jimin’s eyes, “until the day you close your eyes, and never open them again.” “How long is that?” “For some people...no, for everyone, never long enough.”

The pavement beneath their feet glitters like graveyards for diamond shards. The world is wonderful. Seungkwan is wonderful. And Vernon … well, he can’t go that far, but maybe someday he can say the same for himself and he will mean it.

Every part of his face feels tingly and numb, a head rush like looking down from great heights and listening to a favourite movie soundtrack and clumsy slow-dancing after one too many drinks and holy shit he’s in love with Seungkwan. It’s almost laughable how hard the realization hits him, how shocked he is by this revelation because of course, of course.

It's not good. It's not bad. It's just not enough.

You love me, right?

Because blue was my home, and he was also blue. And while Yein was there, all would be blue, too.

Daniel nods, organizing his things a bit. A picture of a girl he couldn’t save. An old framed award. And in his hands, going to be put away, Byunghun’s once poison filled ring.

One thing though. Spend the next New Year’s Eve, and the next next, and all the ones afterwards with me?

All the colors together would never be able to make me feel the way he does.

...it beat going to the movies, and Kyungsoo fucking loved going to the movies.

Suddenly Jonghyun remembers being in a van, a lot younger and infinitely happier, with Daniel’s head against his shoulder.