"Despite 7 million colors being visible to the human eye, and 48 of your color pencils available for you to use, why are you only using the black, white, and red ones?" I looked down and tried to think of the answer. I don't know, maybe because black is my dark days lacking you, white is all the emptiness I felt, and red... Is the color of my bleeding conscience. As I don't want to let him down, I kept those answers to myself. And all I said was "You want me to start using other colors too?" "As much as I want you to start opening your heart, to the fact that you have many other people who loves you and cares about you, and that it's not only me." I froze as I am not able to give him an answer to that. I hate lying. But I hated disappointing him even more. started: 08/08/15 completed: 23/06/17

Everyday when the hour hand strikes 4, I tested death. The one who saves me each time, undoubtly, was Jimin.

Kwon Han Bi had nothing to do with Kim Seokjin, the school's arrogant and conceited 'prince'. But they had something peculiar in common, they both keep their true identities as a secret for their own personal reasons. What will events turn out to be when they enter a school where reputation and dignity matter the most? Highest Ranking: #660 in fanfiction on 15/5/16 completed.