I have loved you for the last time. I have touched you for the last time. For the love, for laughter, I flew up to your arms.

It pissed Heeseung off. Because for years, he'd been cold. For years, he'd kept people at a distance, shut them out, made sure they knew not to get too close. And Jake, nice, clueless, good Jake was standing here, looking at the snow like it was magic, like he was five years old and seeing it for the first time, and Heeseung felt like the biggest asshole alive. He'd been harsh with people since the day his parents died. Not for any real reason, just because it was easier. Easier to keep people at arm's length. Now he thought it would be easier to scoff at Jake's endless energy, easier to pretend that someone like Jake, who was warmth and light and every dumb thing Heeseung pretended not to need, wouldn't make a difference in his life. But standing here now, watching Jake smile like the world was still good, Heeseung felt something ugly twist in his chest.

"You smell like the ocean" "I wonder why."

ପenhypen ships smut⊹.˙ ! random different au's ⌑ ! some one shots are from the books I have on my page,, ⊰ 𓏲I take requests as well.

"I know what you're doin' here Made your intentions clear Oh you, you terrible thing, you Terrible thing, you Terrible thing, you Beautiful thing" - AG

In the 1990s, journalist Sunoo meets Heeseung, a struggling writer, and decides to write about his book. As they grow closer, Sunoo doesn't realize he's being set up as the next victim in Heeseung's twisted game.