sorryicannotwrite
TRANSLATION OF MY OG STORY: ( because fanfic in english is always nicer hahah)
"Tell me," Minho demanded, his voice rough.
"Why him, of all people?"
Chan gave a quiet laugh.
"Because he believes, Minho. And I want to be the one to take that from him."
What happens when faith forbids you to be yourself?
When, as a child, you're told you're sick.
That you must pray to be cleansed.
That only purity matters-even if it destroys you.
In the hallowed halls of a venerable academy, faith seems to saturate the air.
Purity. Discipline. Obedience.
But beneath the sanctified marble floors, it seethes-where power collides with masks, where faith becomes a weapon, and where the crown prince of sin already wears his crown.
Chan has learned how to play. Flawless. Alluring. Dangerous.
And when a new student arrives-too pure, too devout, too beautiful-the game of temptation, guilt, and punishment begins anew.
This is a dark story about control, desire, self-hatred, and delusions of grandeur.
It is not about love-it is about watching faith fail.
⚠️ Content Note / Trigger Warning: This story contains dark, sexualized content, abuse of power, psychological distress, religious themes, violence, explicit language, and toxic dynamics. No real religion or real people are mocked or portrayed-this is a fictional scenario. "Faith" here is used purely as a trope.
📌 I write purely for entertainment, as a hobby. The story is entirely fictional, sparked by quick ideas and one massive hyperfixation.
AI was used for language polishing; the plot is entirely my own.
If that's not your thing-you're forgiven.
If AI also isn't your cup of tea but you still want to give the story a chance-welcome to the darkness.