Seungmin had never expected to be kidnapped by a satanic cult group of immature young adult men who may or may not be human. Their reasoning behind his abduction, to get revenge. "So... you're a cult?" He asks. "Just because I say I'm the leader does not make this a cult!" Chan tells him for the fifth time, his veins showing in his neck from the amount of anger he felt. Seungmin centric.

I've known Ji Yong since before the fame-when we shared a single room, cheap meals, and dreams too big for our reality. He told me to join the band, and I followed, like I always did. Then he came out. Then he kissed me. And suddenly, it wasn't just music I was chasing-it was him. This is how we fell. Slowly. Messily. Secretly. And maybe, hopelessly.

my heart can't be in 2020 when it belongs in 1970. - this piece is completely unedited (original work by the author) - re-upload of 'Flowers from 1970' by astr0nomika. - book cover art creds go to @Mr_sapitusnapitus