So Minho was just having a nice walk towards his apartment. He didn't expect the whole situation to turn out into something like he's currently in. - Started: 042919 Completed: 053119 U N E D I T E D

The world knew them as untouchable. Chris, Hyunjin, Changbin, Seungmin- idols carved from light, voices that could split the silence of any crowd. They had everything: the roar of fame, the burn of stage lights, the illusion of immortality. But fate does not bow to applause. It began as a night like any other-city streets swallowed in neon, their laughter spilling louder than the radio. Then, a turn too sharp. The world spun, shattered, collapsed- -and when they opened their eyes, they had not survived. They had arrived. The sky above was a wound that never healed, bleeding with colors no one should see. The air pressed heavy, tasting of ash and rust, as though it remembered every scream it had swallowed. Nothing of their world remained. No streets. No people. No sound. But they were not alone. This was no accident. No wrong turn, no cruel twist of chance. It was a summoning. And the stage they had ruled was nothing compared to this one, where the spotlight was colder, sharper- and every step forward was already written in blood. Because in this place, destiny was not a gift. It was a curse that had been hunting them long before they were born.

Chan is a successful city boy-charming, wealthy, and the heir to a large company. But when a scandal involving his family breaks out, he's forced to disappear from the public eye for a while. His aunt owns a small countryside bed-and-breakfast and offers him refuge in her quiet, quaint village where no one knows who he really is. There, he meets Minho-a stunning but mysterious local boy who everyone in the village calls "odd" or "spoiled" because he doesn't fit their idea of traditional. Minho is beautiful, sassy, and always wearing clothes a little too pretty for the countryside: lace-trimmed shirts, flowy pants, painted nails, and flawless skin. He raises a few chickens, works part-time at the café, and dances alone in the fields when he thinks no one's watching. But Chan is watching.

❝Let me taste you again,❞ he breathes-so low it barely exists, more air than sound. I bite down on my lip until I taste the faint tang of blood, my own whisper escaping before I can stop it. ❝Fucking hell...❞ It's meant for me, not him, but the way his breath stirs against my mouth makes it feel like a confession. His forehead presses into mine, heavy, grounding, his lashes lowering in what feels like a silent, desperate prayer. His hands are still wandering, warm against bare skin, skimming slow over the sharp lines of my ribs before settling on my waist like he owns it. ❝Just this once... please.❞ Did he just fucking beg? Oh, fuck me- ───✿───────────── 𝑇𝑤𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑡. 𝐻𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑠. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑦. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘. ✿ ┄──────────────╮ 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: - ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ - ᴠᴏɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ - ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ - ᴠᴇʀʏ ɢᴀʏ #1 in bahng 🥇