come back dear friend

To Verlaine

London, Friday afternoon (4 July 1873)

Come back, come back, my dear friend, my only friend, come back. I swear I shall be kind. If I was cross with you, it was a joke which I was obstinately determined to carry on; I repent of it more than can be said. Come back, it will be quite forgotten. How terrible that you should have taken that joke seriously. For two days I have not stopped crying. Come back. Be brave, dear friend. Nothing is lost. All you have to do is make another journey. We’ll live here again, very brave and very patiently. Oh! I beg you! It’s for your good, besides. Come back, you’ll find all your things here. I hope you realize now that there was nothing real in our argument. That frightful moment! But you – when I signalled to you to get off the boat – why didn’t you come? Have we lived together for two years to come to this? What are you going to do? If you won’t come here, would you like me to come and meet you where you are?
Yes, I was in the wrong.
Oh, you won’t forget me, will you?
No, you can’t forget me.
As for me, I still have you, here.
Listen, answer your friend, must we not live together anymore?
Be brave. Answer this quickly. I can’t stay here much longer. Do not read this except with goodwill.
Quick, tell me if I must come to you.

Yours, all my life.


Come back, come back, dear friend, only friend, come back. I promise to be good. If I was short with you, I was either kidding or just being stubborn. I regret all this more than I can express. Come back and all is forgotten. It is unbearable to think you took my joke seriously. I have been crying for two days straight. Come back. Be brave, dear friend. All is not lost. You only need to come back. We will live here once again, bravely, patiently. I’m begging you. You know it is for your own good. Yes, I was in the wrong. Oh, you won’t forget me, will you? No, you can’t forget me. As for me, I still have you, here. Come back, all of your things are here. I hope you now know that our last conversation wasn’t real. That awful moment. But you, when I waved to you to get off the boat, why didn’t you come? To have lived together for two years and to have come to that! What will you do? If you don’t want to come back, would you want me to come to you? One single true word: it is, come back. I want to be with you, I love you.
—  Arthur Rimbaud, from a letter to Verlaine
Stuck in Limbo Chapter Six (Ardyn x Fem!Reader)

Been stuck in a rut trying to put this together all week. I had all the pieces but like a jigsaw puzzle I just couldn’t place them together. Special shoutout to @seerya​ for her tireless support and giving me that missing piece. Love you!

And okay this isn’t going to be the final chapter, looks like there is going to be a seventh one!


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9 months for a baby that’s half you and half the love of your life. You didn’t know how to tell him, or if you even wanted to. You don’t think he’ll want the baby at all. “Y/N love me and the lost boys are going out to train” Peter said as he got out of bed and put on a shirt.

“Tell me if you need me” You smiled at Peter as you placed a kiss on your lips. As he left the only thing going through your mind is how you needed you get out of Neverland, out of your home. Time flew by because you heard the boys come back. You had a backpack with all your belongings and you made your way down from the treehouse.You hid your bag behind a bush and made your way towards Peter.You planted a kiss on his cheek

“I’m going down to the beach I’ll be back in a bit” You said as Peter simply nodded and went back to what he was doing. You started walking into the woods as you grabbed your bag a long the way. You’ve been thinking of a way to get out of here without asking Peter that’s when you remember Baelfire.

 You knew all about his secret place but you never told Peter because you promised Bae and you also loved him like family. You quietly made your way there and as you were in front of Bae’s secret place you didn’t move you just started.All the memories of your dear friend coming back to you.

Oh gosh how old was he now? Would you see him when you leave here? Was he happy? Was he in love? Love is all you ever felt for Peter, even when you first got here and you felt like you should hate the demon boy, you couldn’t get yourself to.

Taking a deep breath you opened up Bae’s place. Exhaling you stepped in, not only did you know of this place you also knew how Bae left Neverland. After a few minutes of looking you found what you needed and made your way outside making sure to “lock up”.

Walking towards the beach you decided to take this opportunity to try and remember Neverland, your home. As you finally arrived to the beach you did what you had to do, squinting at the sky looking for Peter’s shadow.

“Y/N what are you doing” A voice said from the shadows, you know that voice well enough to know who it belongs to.The voice stratled you causing you to drop the coconut. “Ah I see you want to leave Neverland” Peter said stepping closer to you, you could see his face scrunched up in confusion. You took a step back causing his face to be covered the shadows once more because you knew that if you stared into his eyes you’ll never want to leave.

“I want permission to leave Neverland Peter” You said as you focused on a spot on his shirt instead of his face. “Why would you want to leave?” Peter said stepping closer to you which you responded to by taking by taking a step back, this step caused you to stepping into the water.

“I have to leave you won’t want me in this island anymore Pan. I’m a girl and girls don’t belong in Neverland.” You said as you started feeling the stinging of tears that threatened to fall out. 

“Oh come on Y/N you’re just talking nonsense now, come on let’s put you in bed I think you have a fever.” Peter said reaching out to you, yet again you took a step back because you just knew that if you touched him it will make it impossible to leave. 5 more steps and you’d be knee high in water.

“Pan please just let me leave Neverland” You said completely disregarding what he just said. “Stop calling me Pan you know I don’t like it when you call me that and why are you in such a hurry to leave I thought Neverland was your home” Peter said frustration and confusion in his voice, yet again walking towards you but this time it wasn’t one step. 

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 and 11 steps , you counted each step as you walked backwards. You were waist up to water and so was Peter, you wondered when and if the sirens/mermaids were going to show up.

“Peter please just let me go” you pleaded , looking up to his face for the first time. “Y/N I’m not letting you or our baby go” Peter said looking deeply into your eyes and scanning your face for any sort of reaction. “How did you know I was pregnant” You whispered to yourself you weren’t even sure Peter heard you. “I know everything that goes on in this Island” Peter said as he placed his hands on your arms and gently lead you back to shore where you’d be safe.

“Wait is that why you wanted to leave Neverland?” Peter said as he placed his hands on your shoulders. “I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to see how you reacted. What if you didn’t want the baby? I just thought it’d be easier on my heartbreak if I just left by myself instead of you telling me to leave….” You said as you were chocking up tears. “Love I would never do that to you and of course I want the baby it’s our baby” Peter said as he brought you into a hug. 

“I love you to the moon and the great beyond Y/N” Peter said as he hugged you like he would never hug you again. 

“I love you Peter Pan with all my heart” 

And I'll Reach for You Again // NatePat Oneshot

So, someone in my feed ( @vinyldespair I believe??) asked if anyone could write a NatePat Kagerou Days oneshot.

Eh, I had nothing better to do anyway :P Here ya go I suppose <33

It happened at around 12:30 PM on August 15th.

The weather was nice.

In the middle of the street sat two young men, a mural of blood painting the asphalt with its burning red hue. A crowd of bystanders stood in stunned silence, the first man’s sobs piercing through the quietude like a bird fighting to break from its cage. His arms wrapped tightly around the second man’s lifeless, tattered body, sobbing uncontrollably as he begged for his dear friend to come back to him. The metallic stench of blood tangled with the second man’s own sweet scent, his black hair matted in debris and the same red liquid that was splashed all around him.

“Nate…Nate…” the first man whimpered, burying his face in the second’s jacket, “Nate, please don’t do this…”

A hushed murmur swept across the crowd surrounding the two, the bystanders’ faces fixed in a unanimous blank stare, almost as though they were mocking the first man’s despair. He slowly looked around at the strangers surrounding him and Nate, his face stained with blood and tears. His balled fists clenched tighter onto Nate’s blood-soaked jacket and let out a scream, desperate and hoarse.

“HELP!” he cried, his voice collapsing into a mess of hiccups and sobs. “HELP HIM! PLEASE! STOP STARING AT HIM AND DO SOMETHING, DAMMIT!”

The crowd remained unresponsive.

Angered, the man broke down into hopeless crying again, not noticing a tall, slender figure pushing his way to the center of the action, coming to a stop before the pitifully grieving man. Startled, he looked up at the figure and froze, choking on his sobs the moment he locked eyes on the figure. He looked exactly like him, except his body emitted a sort of dark red hue, and he wore on his face a twisted, satisfied smirk.

“No one can save him now, Matthew,” the figure chuckled slowly, his blood-red eyes piercing into Matthew’s terrified brown ones. “You two will be trapped in this tragedy forever.”

Matt bit the inside of his cheek, trembling both from his crying and out of fear and apprehension. Something about all this seemed all too familiar, as though he and the figure had been met before, standing on this very stage, acting out this very scene. Somewhere in the past, their paths had crossed, and this tragedy had been played out the exact same way it did today.

The figure started to laugh, snickering with glee as he placed a hand over his forehead. “God,” he chuckled, “you are such an idiot. Do you really think that your little theories and choices will save the both of you from this little loop? Every time you come back to this moment in time, a little part of you forgets this world just a tiny bit more. Nothing is gonna change – you will never derail this loop, no matter how hard you try.”

Matt swallowed hard as his blood-red counterpart knelt down before him, his glossy eyes casting a clear reflection of Matt’s trembling body. “But, I don’t think this is over – not yet, at least.” The figure’s eyes trailed down to the cat in his arms, letting it free to settle itself before Nate’s limp body. A deep purr rumbled in its throat as it stared down at the musician, flicking its tail rhythmically like the second hand on a clock. “This tragedy will never end until I tell it to.”

The trembling male sniffled, glaring weakly at the figure, who simply sneered back. This wasn’t a dream, that much Matt knew. The figure was going to keep both him and Nate trapped in this haze forever, wasn’t he?

The haze let out a piercing laugh. “Let’s try again, shall we?”

God I’m sorry this is terrible and that it doesn’t *completely* follow the song but I’m at my grandparents’ house right now and I needed to cut this short ;0;

The Light of Day

Originally posted by dailywizardingworld

Requested: Yes, by some lovely anons!

Pairings: Newt Scamander x BurlesqueDancer!Reader

Summary: Mr. Scamdner keeps coming back, and Y/N isn’t going to be able to sleep at night unless she finds out why.

Warnings: None that I can think of

Word Count: 1,338

A/N: I hope that you guys like this continuation! I really enjoyed writing it, and I think that I would be up for writing another part, if you guys are interested! If you haven’t read A Nice Ring, I would recommend giving that a look before jumping into this one!

He was trying to be inconspicuous, sitting farther towards the back, hoping that you wouldn’t notice him. It seemed that even after spending an entire night exploring the city with you, a bit of thigh was enough to leave him stammering.

And yet, it begged the question why he was coming back, night after night to your modest little club. It didn’t help that in that handsome blue overcoat of his he stood out like a sore thumb. And that was something that the girls just couldn’t ignore.

“He’s back.” Cassandra called as she entered the dressing room, where everyone was feverishly applying last minute touches.

“I don’t know why you’re surprised.” Her twin sister, Rosie called from beside you. “He’s been here every night this week. If he didn’t look like a nervous little pup I might think that he was a bit of a creep.”

“Y/N, don’t you know why Mr. Blue Coat is coming back night after night?” Cassandra was a dear friend, but she had the awful habit of sticking her nose in places where it wasn’t meant to be.

You simply set you kohl down, allowing yourself a moment to take a breath and attempt to appear composed. “I wish that I could tell you, but Mr. Scamander has left very quickly after all of our performances.”

You heard their sudden little gasps, and your mind was racing back over you sentence. Because one thing was certain, if they were interested, you had let something slip.

Mr. Scamander.” Raquelle’s voice purred from beside you.

Oh no. You had been trying to keep the night that you spent together a secret. It wasn’t exactly against any rules to have… dalliances, for lack of a better word, but most of the girls that you worked with very rarely did.

You fought the urge to snap at her, instead replying with a small noise of confirmation and applying just a bit more rouge to your cheeks. Perfect.

“And what did Mr. Scamander have to say?” You didn’t miss the toying tone of her voice. Raquelle had you right where she wanted you, and you both knew it.

Mr. Scamander was a perfect gentleman, and that’s all you’re getting out of me.” You replied, matching her tone. You braced for a million questions all at once, but were saved by Tony, your stage manager, calling for places.

Without another word, you grabbed your hat from the back of you chair and made your way to the stage, thankful to be lost in the music again. The number was going perfectly, until the stage lights moved and you were able to make out the face in the audience, and Newton Scamander was sitting there, front and center, a grin that could have lit up half of New York plastered on his face.

And he was looking right at you.

You knew that at this point, there was no way that the girls were going to let this small act of, friendship, really, go unnoticed. After a few moments, you threw caution to the wind, offering him a small wink at the conclusion of the number, something that elicited a round of catcalls from the audience.

You let them wash over you. Every man in the place probably thought that it was for him, but only one of them would be right.

For the first time in your entire career, you were thankful for the fast pace of the show. The girls barely had time to change in between outfits, much less pester you about the handsome man in the bowtie. And above all else, you weren’t able to think about it either. You were too busy trying not to trip over your feet and concentrate on what step was going to be next to contemplate the fact that he was here, again. And that he was sitting front and center. And that he had smiled perhaps the purest smile that you had ever encountered in a very long time. Just for you.

All too soon, the show was coming to a close. Tony appeared behind your chair to inform you that there was a change in the line-up. Cassandra was testing out her new solo piece and that if you didn’t get out there and talk to that man, “I’m going to snatch him right up.” He informed you, giving your shoulder a small reassuring squeeze before making his way to the wings to make sure that the band had gotten the message.

You didn’t waste time with changing into your street clothes before slipping into the cluster of tables situated closest to the stage. He didn’t say anything as you slipped into the seat across from him at the table, his focus only leaving the stage for a few moments to raise his eyebrows at you before turning back to take in the near magic that was happening on the stage.

You sat in silence as the applause died down and people retrieved their coats for the evening. Although it wasn’t uncomfortable, you could tell that something was hanging in the air between you. something that needed to be said. You heard the girls leaving through the stage door, until finally, it seemed that everyone had left, and you were mercifully, miraculously left alone.

“I’m glad that you-”

“You were wonderful-” You both began to speak at the same time, and immediately stopped when you realized what had happened.

“You go first,” you both said, laughing when you finally felt the tension that had been hanging over year heads break.

“I’m glad that you came tonight.” You said, dipping your head in what you could only describe as a bout of shyness, something that was unusual for you.

“I couldn’t miss it for the world.” And there was that smile again. You thought that it would blind you, but that was only if you didn’t have one very similar plastered across your face. Somehow, Newt had a very similar thought. “I was wondering if, you maybe, wanted to go to lunch with me? Tomorrow? Or coffee, if you have to be here early. Or we could have dinner after. Or now.” He stopped, noticing that he was rambling a bit and took a breath to compose himself. You did that same and tried to shove thoughts about how cute he was when he flustered out of your mind. “What I’m say, or trying to say, is that I would very much like to take you on a date, Y/N”

“You want to take me out in the light of day?” You joked.

But he was fiercely serious. “I would love nothing more.”

“Truly?” You asked, forcing your eyes to leave the table and meet his. They were filled with the usual hint of mischief, crinkled at the side from his perpetual smile. But there was something else there as well. He looked as if he was pouring his soul into his eyes. Baring all of his thoughts to you at once.

“Truly,” he said, sliding his hands across the table to take both of your hands in yours. “I have seen so much magic in my life, but I don’t think that any of it can compare to the way I feel when I see you smiling up on that stage.”

“You best watch yourself, Mr. Scamander,” you said, leaning across the table, a devilish smile creeping onto your face. “You might make a girl fall in love with you, going around saying things like that.” You cursed the breathless way that your words left your mouth, and at the same time, you knew that there was no better way to convey the way that your heart was beating in your chest.

It wasn’t hammering, but each thump that you felt in your chest seemed to carry more meaning than the one that came before it. Something was different, but you had a feeling that you were going to be perpetually grateful for such an unexpected change.

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Pre-Winter Soldier/ 1940′s Bucky x Reader

PROMPT: He pulled against the ropes with all his might, but they wouldn’t give. “Don’t bother,” a voice said. He looked up to discover a thin girl bound with the same rope. Although it was dark, he could see her bruised eyes and bloody wrists. “I already tried”

WARNINGS: cursing, mention of injuries, Cursing in German


Part 2 of my 1940′s BuckyxReader drabble series is here! Thanks for being patient, let me know if you want to be tagged!

It had been roughly 5 days that she had been stuck in that cell. She could tell by how many times guards had come in to give her a meager meal of bread and brown water. Staring at nothing but the crack of light coming from under the door and the harsh voices of the guards outside. Nothing had changed, except for the occasional sting in her wrists as wounds reopened when she tried to release herself from her restraints. Nothing worked. Nobody listened to her cries and screams, nor did they care. She was trapped and knew she would never see the light of day again.  That was until the glint of a smirk and the sound of someone else breathing woke her from her trance. The sound of struggling and soft curses under a man’s breath that she knew she wasn’t dreaming. Her voice was harsh, her first words sounding like gravel going through a grinder, and the look on his face when he realized there was another person in the cell with him.

              “How long have you been here?”

               “Five, maybe 6 days? I’m not sure anymore.” You coughed. He sat silently as he processed your words. “There’s not much to think about when it comes to the time I’ve spent in this shit hole, soldier.” You scoff, causing you to wince at the pain in your ribs.

               “How do you know I’m a soldier?” He asks, his shoulders somehow becoming stiffer. I try to laugh, but all that comes out is another cough, this time leaving a taste of iron in my mouth.

               “All of us are. I know there’s other men out there, my men and yours alike that are most likely in worst shape than we are. We’re in charge, so they want us alive for information. Our men on the other hand, they’re Hydra’s play things.”

               “What the hell is Hydra? How do you have men? You’re a woman for God’s sake!” He yells, his frustration obvious as he tries to break free from his ropes once more.

               “Knock it off!” I snap, my eyes darting to the door to make sure it wasn’t about to open. It stayed closed as the man took a deep breath and stopped struggling. “Hydra is the mastermind behind all of Nazi Germany, more specifically the science division. Top secret facilities all over Europe, only top officers on both Ally and Axis sides know about it. Now, keep your sexist comments to yourself unless you want our dear friends to come back in and beat us both. We’ll figure something out as long as-“The door clanks loudly against the wall as its thrown open, the Brute walking in, his machete at his side.

               “Guten Tag Arschloch.” I grumble, earning a kick from said asshole, causing my teeth to grind to hold back the yelp of pain

               “Butch! Long time no see! Are you going to fill me in on what she said? I’d love a good German lesson to fill in the time.” The man cracks a smile at the Brute, or as he called him ‘Butch’, causing him to growl and grab him by the collar of his shirt.

               “You lucky I’m not here for you, you Muschi.” He spits in the soldier’s face before turning back towards me and pulling out a key.

               “A gift, for me? You shouldn’t have, Arschloch!”

I yelp as he yanks me up, my body screaming in pain at the new position. As I’m shoved out into the hallway I catch a final glimpse at the mysterious man before the door is slammed shut behind us. 

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“People fall out of the world sometimes, but they always leave traces. Little things we can’t quite account for. Faces in photographs. Luggage. Half-eaten meals. Rings. Nothing is ever forgotten—not completely. And if something can be remembered, it can come back.”

This is a really REALLY late birthday gift for my dear friend @hereforbiclara — I’m sorry this took forever, but I hope you like it :)

dear god though imagine he hacks whatever passes for troll internet and someone picks up his signal and plays it at the secret gatherings of the signless’ followers…. and they can never send a message back but everyone joins in because he’s mourning not only for their hero and their savior but for his dear, dear friend and that’s where the backing comes in

and he never finds out he’s just this weary figure on a starship singing to himself to pass the eons as he slowly passes out of living memory into the stuff of legends that paint him so much more grandiosely than he is, the last little sliver of a wrecked troll hanging on to his last happy memories and strands of hope

Dear Carylers,

We have a little CARYLER Mission to accomplish and I hope you guys help me out with this and signal boost this to every corner of our little community! 

See one of our has been missing for a little while because somebody was very un-nice and hacked into our friends account..and deleted it!

Gone…erased…missed terribly! 

BUT SHE’s BACK and is now desperately looking for HER FRIENDS and Followers (YOU) to have back in the fold! 

You might know her as Carylcherokee or as her genius alter-ego Huddyelectra on YouTube but regardless of the past, this here is her new account - CAROLANDHERCOOKIES - and she really-really wants to get in touch with you so she can rebuild her blog and continue to shatter your hearts with her incredible CARYL celebrations (sorry calling them videos doesn’t seem enough!). 

She’s like one of our unofficial CARYL videographers and an invaluable member of the CARYL family and we REALLY need her back so PLEASE;

*Signal boost this 

*Pass it on somehow to people you know would want to know 

*Follow her new account… 

Also the CARYL “video celebrations* I gushed about are HERE!  

If you need a laugh only a Caryler understands - the one that makes you chuckle out loud and almost kind of cry inside (because Carol and Daryl are so darn perfect and so darn clueless about the loving they keep missing out on) Carol & Daryl CrackVid Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 . Part 4  

If you need some swooning, perfection and some extra reminding about why we are all shipping CARYL I recommend; 

Carol & Daryl - "We Ain’t Ashes”, Carol & Daryl - “Running Up That Hill” , Carol & Daryl - “Tortured Souls”,  Carol & Daryl - “Where you think you’d fit in”  and Carol & Tyreese - “I Forgive You” 

I encourage ALL OF YOU to go to her YouTube Channel  and check out her other videos as well! They are all so-so-so soul-crushingly good. 

These are all not just visually or musically appealing BUT show such depth of understanding of the inner workings of CARYL that there has been more than one occasion where I noticed a parallel or subtlety about this relationship that never occurred to me before. 

The way the editing is done is so thoughtful and beautiful that you can really feel the love she feels towards Carol and Daryl and she simply gets them….

Its like a CARYL meta on film…le sigh… 

 To the meanie who hacked her account and deleted all those FEELS I just want to say “how do you sleep at night and i hope all the cookies you buy from now on end up being stale until you apologize”! 

To My Dear Friend - Thank you so much for coming back! 

This place wouldn’t have been the same without you. 

Carylers please signal boost this so carolandhercookies can find all her friends again! 

Thank you so much! 

CARYL On My Lovelies - The Best Is Yet To Come! 

Love XOXO 


Complete List of U-KISS Songs

I figured it was about time I updated my list since they’ve had a couple of comebacks since the original post. I put every song I could find on this list, but if you think of anything I’ve missed then let me know!

By Song Title

A Shared Dream
Alone (including AJ)
Baby Don’t Cry
Bad (나쁘다) 
Bang Bang Bang
Because I Love You (사랑하니까)
Believe (A Shared Dream)
Believe (The Special to KissMe)
Bingeul Bingeul/ Round and Round (빙글빙글)
Break Up
Breaking Apart (망가져가) 
Bungee Jump
Can’t Breathe (숨도 못 쉬어) 
Can’t Breathe (숨도 못 쉬어) Remix
Can’t Be Without You (너 없이는 안돼)
Come Back/Want You Back (돌아와줘)
Come Back to Me (다시 내게로 와줘)
Crazy 4 U
Dancing Floor
Dear My Friend
Distance (including AJ)
Don’t Act Innocent (내숭떨지마)
DoraDora (돌아돌아)
Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe
Ending - Never End 
Every Day
Fall in Love
Feel It
Finally (Kevin)
Forbidden Love
Gangstar Boy
Give It to Me
Give It to Me (Remix)
Hey Man
I Don’t Understand
I Like You/ Niga Joha (니가 좋아)
I Like You (Remix)
Inside of Me
Interlude I - Possession
Interlude II - Now and Forever
Intro (ContinUKiss)
Intro (Moments)
Intro (Neverland)
Intro (Only One)
Intro (uBEAT - Should Have Treated You Better)
Intro - Before Yesterday (Break Time)
Intro - Fly High (Memories)
Intro - Imma New Thang (Stop Girl)
Intro - It’s Time (Bran New Kiss)
Intro - On Fire (Bring it Back 2 Old School)
Intro - Pump Pump (New Generation)
Intro - Something Special (Inside of Me)
Intro - Step by Step (Collage)
It Must Be Fate (인연인가 봐)
It’s Been a Long Time (오랜만이야)
Let’s Get
Lifetime/ For KissMe (평생)
Like a Fool (Soohyun cover)
Light it Up
Lights Out (불꺼)
Love of a Friend (친구의 사랑)
Love on U
Man Man Ha Ni/ Am I That Easy (만만하니)
Man Man Ha Ni (Remix)
Missing You
Miss You So Much – AJ 
More Painful than Pain (아픔보다 아픈)
Mworago/ What (뭐라고)
My Reason
Mysterious Lady
Not Young (어리지 않아)
Not Young (Remix)
OK! (Remix)
On the Floor
One (하나)
One Love
One of You
Only You
Out of Time (Tick Tock) (Korean)
Party All the Time
Party All the Time (Remix)
Play Back
Playground (놀이터)
Quit Playing/ Don’t Flirt (끼부리지마) 
Real Love
Remember (Acoustic)
Rock Ya Body
Sexy Baby
Shape of Your Heart
She Ain’t Mine (AJ)
She’s Mine (내 여자야)
Should Have Treated You Better (있을 때 잘해 줄 걸)
Show Me Your Smile
Shut Up!! (시끄러!!)
Smart Love
Snowman (Soohyun)
Spring Rain
Squeaky Squeaky/Creak (삐걱삐걱)
Standing Still
Standing Still (Remix)
Still – AJ 
Stop Girl
Stop Girl (English)
Story of April (4월 이야기)
Sweety Girl
Sweety Girl (Remix)
Take Me Away
Talk to Me
Talk to Me (Remix)
Te Amo
Tell Me Y
The OnlyOne
The Sound of Music
The Words that Hurt Me… (내게 아픈 말은…)
Thousand Miles Away
Tick Tack
Time to Go
Top That
Wait (잠깐만)
We Set Off!! 
We’ll Meet Again (다시 만나요)
When Love Stops (사랑이 멈출 때)
Who Says/Who Was It (누가 그래)
Without You

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