- In which Kim Dokja has made it a personal mission to save his favorite character from her tragic end. : ̗̀➛Details ; ─▸ Fanfiction ─▸ Chapters : 105/? ─▸ Published : October 23, 2021 ─▸ Last Updated : January 2, 2025 ─▸ Completion Status : On-going ─▸ Rating : Includes Mature Content

[DISCONTINUED] {03/24/25} Roses 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍, Violets 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 Sugar 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 and perhaps 𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 But those roses have ᵂᴵᴸᵀᴱᴰ - The Violets are ᴰᴱᴬᴰ, The sugar bowls ᴱᴹᴾᵀᵞ - And your ᵂᴿᴵˢᵀˢ are ˢᵀᴬᴵᴺᴱᴰ ᴿᴱᴰ. The sun ᴵˢᴺ'ᵀ ᶜᴸᴱᴬᴿ, There's ᴺᴼ ˢᴵᴸᵛᴱᴿ ᴸᴵᴺᴵᴺᴳ cause you're ᴺᴼ ᴸᴼᴺᴳᴱᴿ ᴴᴱᴿᴱ. Rain ᴷᴱᴱᴾˢ ᴼᴺ ᴾᴼᵁᴿᴵᴺᴳ, - There's ᴺᴼ ᴱᴺᴰ in sight, You're laying there, ᶠᴿᴼᶻᴱᴺ - ˢᴼ ᶠᴬᴿ from the ᴸᴵᴳᴴᵀ. Your ᴮᴱᴬᵁᵀᵞ'ˢ unreal, - Your ˢᴹᴵᴸᴱ like sun, But time ᶜᴬᴺᵀ be turned ᴺᴼᴿ actions ᵁᴺᴰᴼᴺᴱ. The ᵂᴼᴿᴰˢ that you wrote that ᴼᴺᴸᵞ I read, "I love you ˢᴼ ᴹᵁᶜᴴ, please don't cry when I'm ᴰᴱᴬᴰ". A ᴮᴼᴺᴰ that we ᶠᴼᴿᴹᴱᴰ, - A ᴸᴼᵛᴱ that ran ᴰᴱᴱᴾ, A ᴾᴬᴵᴺ that we ˢᴴᴬᴿᴱᴰ, - A ᶠᴿᴵᴱᴺᴰ I could ᴷᴱᴱᴾ. I ᵂᴬᴺᵀᴱᴰ to ᴴᴼᴸᴰ ᵞᴼᵁ, - ᵂᴵᴾᴱ the ᵀᴱᴬᴿˢ from your ᴱᵞᴱˢ, Been ᵀᴴᴱᴿᴱ the moment you said your ᴳᴼᴼᴰᴮᵞᴱˢ. I ᵂᴬᴺᵀ to ᶠᴼᴿᴳᴱᵀ - But most times ᴵ ᴰᴼᴺ'ᵀ, I ᵂᴬᴺᵀ to ᴸᴱᵀ ᴳᴼ, - But I know that ᴵ ᵂᴼᴺᵀ. ᵀᴱᴬᴿˢ on my ᶠᴬᶜᴱ, - ᴹᴱᴹᴼᴿᴵᴱˢ ᴮᵁᴿᴺᴱᴰ in my ᴴᴱᴬᴰ, The roses ᴴᴬᵛᴱ ᵂᴵᴸᵀᴱᴰ, - The violets ᴬᴿᴱ ᴰᴱᴬᴰ, Please ˢᵀᴬᵞ with me - Till' we reunite ᴬᴳᴬᴵᴺ. A girl named "Jiah Cheong" goes on an adventure with Dokja with Junghyeok and his friends until she was no longer seen in their sights. WARNING: The novel belongs to Singsong. Shingsong, or SingNsong except "Jiah Cheong" This is NOT orv X oc!! This is orv x reader!!

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN