One-hundred patients were given a sixth sense, a somewhat natural ability that came as a codon mutation in your DNA. Only 8 patients survived. In a world where the blood has always been on their hands, they promised to protect each other forever. They live their lives as killers, a group of friends that depend on bloodshed and suffering to remain sane. They tear bodies apart for fun, and torture innocents as a hobby. For eight years, they've lived their life hiding from the authorities and challenged the same government that once murdered everything they loved. No witnesses left alive. That was, until you came. You were like them from the start, with an ability you had no idea you had. But something else about you drew them in, one by one like moths to a flame. ||ATEEZ x Reader|| This story takes place in the apocalyptic future. I do not own ATEEZ nor am I accusing them of any of the acts they portray in this fan fiction. ATEEZ are very caring people and atiny knows this fiction is truly a work of FICTION. ||CONTENT WARNING|| Despite being filled with fluff, this fanfic will have DARK and suggestive themes. Graphic depictions of violence, torture, and other mature themes. Please do NOT read if this makes you uncomfortable. <3

There aren't a lot of recent P1won chatroom fics, so here's one for y'all :) Any ideas, suggestions or criticism is okay, please do share them with me. If you like this, check out my other P1won chatroom fic on my instagram @p1won_texts

"I want to know why you do it." "Why I do what." he asked, stripping off his overcoat. He flung it over the back of the couch without much thought as he began unbuttoning his shirt. "Why you always save me. Every time I'm in trouble you always come to my rescue." I blushed as he kept undoing buttons and turned away as he slowly revealed his chest. "Should I not?" He asked in a bored tone. "That's not what I- I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound ungrateful. I just want to know why." I spun around to face him again during my apology and was unable to take my eyes away from him as he peeled his shirt off himself. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and my eyes roamed his chest appreciatively. As my eyes drifted lower, I noticed a thick scar course from the left side of his abdomen, across his hip and down before disappearing beneath his waistline. Realizing I was staring, I blinked a couple of times and cleared my throat before looking up again. His dark eyes were already looking at me. "You're important to them." His reasoning made my heart ache. As he turned to head to the bathroom, my next words stopped him in his tracks. "What about you?" He stood there with his back turned to me. Minutes passed, but it felt like hours before he finally turned, casting his beautifully dark gaze on me again. "Am I important to you?" Our eyes never wavered from each other. His heavy bootsteps echoed in the silent room as he stalked towards me. He didn't stop until he stood toe to toe with me. His hand slowly came up to cup my cheek. His eyes dropped down to my lips as his thumb lazily drug across them. His hand traveled to my hair, threading his fingers through the strands before releasing a heavy sigh and meeting my eyes, scorching me with the fire behind them. "There are feelings for you that I wish I didn't have." Cover credit - @escape-from-realitys-stuff

The Sky Prince is a popular book in town. It's a story about a callous, egotistical, and cruel prince who adults used to tell their children not to embody. This prince was quickly exiled from his kingdom and given a challenging situation in order to reclaim and inherit the throne. Y/N and her Taekwondo team members encountered the Sky Prince. Will they aid him? Ranking: #4 seonghwa - Jan. 31, 2021 Started: December 3, 2020 Ended: April 1, 2021