He thought he was the only one who knows about his own past and memories. He thought he was able to hide it from the world. He thought that he was the only one who remembers his pain. He just didn't know that there was someone else in this world who saw his past, his "story." * * * * * * A/N * * * * * * My first official NBin/ChaBin fanfic! *heartbeats loudly* Most my readers probably suffered a long second lead syndrome because of my other fanfics for Hongbin (because I killed myself with it too), so I decided to make up for it and created this new story. As per usual, there are elements of fantasy/fiction, emotional roller coasters, stupidity and my horrid grammars since English isn't my language but ~ I promise to give you a nice lengthy new fanfic of NBin/ChaBin. Also, why are there so little NBin/ChaBin fanfics out there? ;_;

❝Hong Bin se tournait et se retournait dans son lit mais rien à faire : il n'arrivait pas à dormir. Sur le côté, son réveil éclairait sa table de chevet de sa lumière verdâtre. Il le narguait, affichant l'heure (2h 53) et semblant faire un décompte sinistre.❞ Parfois, une insomnie ça peut avoir des bons côtés surtout lorsqu'une certaine personne est là pour aider. [nbin] Os spécial 100 abonnés avec 4 mois de retard ♡ © miiiyo, 20180830

Two years ago, a serial killer appeared in the city of Seoul. Their victims' blood was drained completely from their body, clean and dried. Their bodies left no traces of bruises or struggles. Their identities were all over the place, almost impossible to understand why they were killed in the first place. And the one thing that stood out the most from each of the victims was the white rose left stuffed in their mouth.

Hyuk aimait se faire prendre en photo par Hongbin et Hongbin adorait prendre Hyuk en photo. OS Hyukbin