A small cut on his wrist. Beomgyu didn't spare it much thought at first. But then the infection bloomed on his skin, the blueish veins of his forearm slowly poisoning into a darker shade. He was thrown off at first, until he discovered that he wasn't the sole one amongst his known ones who was experiencing this unknown disease. While he was looking for the cure to his physical infection, clueless and oblivious little Beomgyu never noticed when another infection, far more dangerous than the visible one, layered the surface of the entrance of his closed heart, knocking persistently to be taken in and reign in. Started: 13/11/2025 Status: (Ongoing) Completed: [To be decided]

"And what do we say when we want something?" That smirk of Yeonjun. That goddamn fucking smirk, Ben hated it. "Rip me apart, please. Have your way with me, Dan." He still murmured with laboured breath, pressing his body against Yeonjun's. - - - ‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻♱ - - > Started: 01/05/2025 Status: (Ongoing) Completed: [To be decided] < - - ♱༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙

A world where time 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠, where memories 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑 into reality, and where every step forward feels like 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 the old wounds curved deep into ones pain-tinted soul, 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙞 𝙔𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙣 stands in the middle of it all. He 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 a life that is not quite ℎ𝑖𝑠, a 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 that slips through the cracks on his fingers, and a 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑒 that feels 𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟. The night air is 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑘 with 𝑖𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠. Soft glow of the city light buzzing overhead, casting shadows as he strolls through the empty streets. The phone buried deep in his pocket vibrates, but he doesn't check, that 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟. Nothing changes. The same 𝑑𝑢𝑠𝑡-𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠. The same shuffles of his sneakers against the pavement. The same lingering sense of "𝐷𝑒́𝑗𝑎̀ 𝑉𝑢". Even in his dreams, Yeonjun sees ℎ𝑒𝑟. Her face blurred against his dreamy vision yet 𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠, as if an 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 that had fallen down to earth from the ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛. She was 𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙. It was almost as if 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 itself had blessed her with its 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑐 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠. He remembers nothing except the 𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡 of those soft lips pressed against his own, the sweet flavor his soul 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 for. "𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑑𝑒́𝑗𝑎̀ 𝑣𝑢..." "𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤?!" ⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚ : ̗̀➛ Started: 25/03/2025 Status: [Ongoing] Completed: [To be decided] 𔘓𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ