Mr. Taxi Taxi Taxi, soutou jeukshi jeukshi jeukshi~

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“Taxi!” Yonghwa hailed one of the numerous yellow cabs that prowled the streets of Seoul.

One of the cabs saw his waving hand and pulled over to the curb. Opening the rear passenger door, he got in and closed the door shut.

“Take me to the - ” His words caught in his throat as the taxi driver ( Read more... )

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was originally supposed to be the first chapter in a long-term fanfiction I was pondering over choosing before I decided on Royal Stanza.

The storyline was that North Korea had taken over the South, and the government is sending a hand-picked collection of citizens that contribute to its culture - writers, artists, ( Read more... )

“You’ve always wanted to come here, right?”

“Not…not like this.”

I stare wistfully across the distant openness of the sea, the sunset surf pounding against the coastal rocks with tremendous roars while the seagulls squawked in harmony, gliding across the yellowing sky.

It almost drowns out our conversation.

Almost.

“How else would you have wanted it?”

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Seohyun, Taeyeon, Tiffany, Yuri, Sunny, Sooyoung, Yoona, Hyoyeon, Jessica, Kahi, Uee, Bekah, Raina, Nana, Lizzy, Jungah, Jooyeon, Nicole, Hara, Seungyeon, Jiyoung, Onew, Jonghyun, Key, Minho, Taemin, Yonghwa, Minhyuk, Jonghyun (the other one), and Jungshin - all 32 of them - left the building.

Seohyun and Yonghwa led the pack as they marched down ( Read more... )

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To: After School
From: Girls’ Generation

You are cordially invited to the last-ever episode of “We Got Married” featuring Seohyun. There will be an after-party at the quarters of Girls’ Generation. Food and fun! Come prepared to party!

Time: 5:00 PM, Saturday, April 2, 2011
Location: Girls’ Generation Quarters

To: KARA
From: Girls’ Generation

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“Ready?”

The two lovers, one male and one female, the female clutching a Burberry coat around her body and the male putting his arm around her and rubbing her back slightly, nodded at each other.

They leaned forward over the safety railing and looked down at the frothy waters of the river, a good one hundred feet below the masonry bridge they ( Read more... )

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