Seonghwa welcomed the taste of blood, even smiled at the sight of it pooling under his feet, because that meant he was still alive. That meant another day on the front lines protecting the one place that still remained free until the rebellion was successful. That meant there was still a fighting chance, there was still hope that would come with the new dawn as more forces from the government would be sent in. Only today it did not taste like victory or revenge. The pounding taste of the foul liquid was vile and defeating in the worst way. While Seonghwa knew of the powerful feeling of looking down on his fallen opponent, he wasn't completely unfamiliar with the feeling of being the one on his knees instead, completely defenseless to take each beating that came without pause. There was no pride in his soul, not with the taste of his own blood in his mouth. Or: Welcome to the 47th celebration of The Games.

Ongoing||Seongjoong Story Even in a perfect world, a defect exists. That's me. Started off markless. Then a clock - a countdown - appeared. It's like fate wanted to make an entire joke out of my life.

Completed||Yungi story The world went silent five years ago. The lights went out. The water stopped working. Then blood spilled. Now, he hears the voice of a ghost. It haunts him. The knife left by him with questions - an unanswered promise and the remains of him. He lives like the dead; silent and emotionless. But he survives. And he seeks.

Ongoing||2min story A sacrifice born to die. An outcast born to endure forever. Levanter Do you choose to obey the cruel fate? Or Do you choose to sacrifice to create your own fate? This is the story about the sacrifice and the protector.

Ongoing||Seongjoong Story [Where My Home Is Series Book #2] It started with hatred. Then confusion. Then affection. Then a promise. He fell first, but I fell harder. There's only a thin line between love and obsession.

Complete||Seongjoong oneshot Hanahaki Disease. Such rare disease that it was thought to be a myth. Until he felt his heart ache more. Felt his lungs close tighter. Ringing in his ear got louder. Then a single cough. One bright red rose petal. That was just the beginning. Until he disappeared ten years ago.

A growing threat has been terrorizing Sunshine City for the past month. Leaving behind nothing but an icy painful memory in its wake after the destruction. The city decides to form a team of ...unique... individuals with certain gifts to *take care* of the problem. Hongjoong, his powers still truly unknown of how they work. The only thing anyone knows that he doesn't seem to sleep. He needs sleep. Seonghwa, a shapeshifter with a weird habit of cleaning everything spotless. Careful, they turn into a demon when angered. Yeosang, glass manipulation; glass bends to his will like how he does for chicken. He is willing to do anything to keep his food safe. San, teleportation is a great power for the nosy man. Although his powers are teleporting, his true powers seems to know all the gossip around town. Mingi, some people say he's a criminal hot head. Well, they aren't lying. He was in jail for extreme battery and assault and the flaming power he has was no help. .Wooyooung, just like his crazy and care-free nature, his tantrum storms are off the charts. He likes to think he's the cooler male version of Storm....he's wrong. Jongho, he can enhance any feature he wants on his body from his hearing to his strength. Just beware of him in the morning. With seven individuals working hard to save the city, what could go wrong? -------- For my also delulu friend, @yunhoEs_hoE here ya go :D - pls don't hate me 😍

Completed || Jeongcheol Story We fell in love. We fell out of love. Then we fell in love all over again. "It may not be long, but how nice would it be if my life could end with you as my last chapter... Will you stay with me till the end of the last chapter of my life?" "This is my happy ending...What is yours?"

Completed || Hyunlix Oneshot Freckles? Ever since the 3 hazy nights of a high fever, I dream. Some mornings I wake up gasping for air, lungs in pain as if I was just drowned in the deep, blue sea drenched in a pool of sweat with one hand in the air as if I was reaching for something, or was it someone, to make sure I always stay close. Some mornings I wake up with warm tears running down to my chin leaving behind a wet trail on my cold skin with wrenching pain in my heart as if it had just been stabbed a million times with a sharp knife. It had always felt like a long dream... Or was it a memory? But as soon as my eyes open, while my body does, I can't seem to remember a single thing. I stare at the brand new, white canvas in front of me hoping it would talk to me. The name seems to rest at the tip of my tongue, but never manages to roll out. Who are you?

Completed || Seongjoong Short Story I feel numb. I drown further and sink down deeper every day that passes. No one can replace you. Was it my fault?