"Is this where you arrest me?" "For what?" "Lying. Teasing. Being difficult." "None of those are crimes. At least not the kind I punish."

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. 23 march 2025

"In your body, there's a unique tourist site, and I long to explore every inch of it."

when the popular boy dares the shy nerdy guy ( to embarrass him because he is the only one who ignores him in the whole school ) "100 push-ups, champ and after every push-ups you say my name" "Fine" "But I have one condition" "What condition?" "Lie beneath me while I do push-ups" "I'll do hundred more, even." "The whole class can count" "Fine"

~He didn't plan to be cold. The walls built themselves-brick by brick, year by year, each one a promise he made to himself: never again. They grew taller than he ever meant them to be, until the sky became a sliver and the light became a memory. Tall enough that he forgot there was a way out. He stopped hoping someone would find him. Then someone did. Not with a key. Not asking permission. Not waiting for the walls to crumble first. Just-climbing. Hands raw. Heart reckless. Stupid enough to believe there was something worth reaching on the other side. He didn't ask. He just climbed. And when he reached the top, breathless and bleeding, he found him. Curled in the cold shadow of his own making. Alone. Waiting. Not for rescue. Just for someone to stay. At Hanlim High, Heeseung is the flame that doesn't know how to stop burning. Sunghoon is the frost that forgot what warmth felt like. Some walls aren't built to keep people out. They're built to see who's brave enough to climb. Collision Course. ~NZDORAHH

"I killed my flower, I couldn't keep it alive." [Öldürdüm çiçeğimi, yaşatamadım.] 29 march 2024

Pᴀʀᴋ Sᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ, ᴀɴ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛ ɢᴜʏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴsғᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜʏʙᴇ's ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsɪᴛʏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʜʀᴏʙ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴇ, Lᴇᴇ Hᴇᴇsᴇᴜɴɢ. Hᴇᴇsᴇᴜɴɢ ғᴇʟʟ ғɪʀsᴛ ʙᴜᴛ Sᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ ғᴇʟʟ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ. Wɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ sʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ? Oʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ᴀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ? Aɴ ᴇɴʜʏᴘᴇɴ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ sᴛᴏʀʏ... Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ: 04/28/25 Eɴᴅᴇᴅ: 05/17/25 Pᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ: 04/28/25 Tᴏᴘ: Hᴇᴇsᴇᴜɴɢ Bᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ: Sᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ ~~~~~~~~~~

A quiet, slow-burn romance that unfolds between two boys, one who expresses his love through anonymous paper butterflies and the other who silently longs for something he can't quite define. As their paths cross, a tender connection grows, testing the boundaries of time, distance, and the heart's quiet ache for someone who feels like home.

"This isn't exactly what I planned, but I'm not hating it either..." Sunghoon smiled as he pulled Heeseung closer, connecting their lips. Sunghoon had always been an introverted, shy, reserved type of guy. His face was always nuzzled into the pages of books and magazines, never minding his surroundings -- until he met Choi Lia. She was his first crush, but he had no idea how to win her heart. So one day, he finally gathered the courage and used his friends' advice, taking the chance to ask Lia's ex, Lee Heeseung for help. Heeseung's arrogant attitude, along with his overconfidence aura always pissed Sunghoon off. He was known as the delinquent of the school and was hated by many teachers. He never cared about his grades-- or school overall, and was surprised when the top student, and the president of the council: Sunghoon approached him and asked him for advice. He found himself staring at the latter way too often but never expected things to shift between them. Things didn't go as planned, as both males felt a sudden spark between each other, and the small enclosed hate changed into a mixture of confused feelings. -- This is fictional, I don't ship the characters mentioned in the story, so please don't take this seriously and just enjoy the story ^^