I wasn't supposed to exist in this world They noticed me So he disguised me Touched me Told me to stay close We had to pretend He knows how to survive Enemies were watching Clones were being built One rule: Don't get attached . . . I sat quietly and watched Seonghwa. "You have quick fingers..." I commented quietly after a few hours. "... Is that a good thing?" He asked. "I don't know... I guess it means you're nimble." I said. Seonghwa huffed softly. "If you say so..." "What's that?" I asked and pointed at a black robot thing floating at a building a little further away. Seonghwa looked out and froze. He quickly rushed up and closed the blinds. "What was that?" I asked curiously. "None of your business. He answered and went back to coding. I scoffed softly. "You always give vague answers..." I said and pouted, leaning back against the couch on the floor. "You haven't even known me for 24 hours." He said. "Yeah, and that says a lot, don't you think!?" I asked, still pouting. He only smirked a little. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hongjoong comes from the normal world. He suddenly wakes up in this cyber world. He's scared and confused. A man takes him to his apartment and there, they begin getting to know each other. Slowly. Will they manage to get along? Will something happen between them? Will Hongjoong get back home?

I zipped my pants back up. Yunho layed on the bed, still catching his breath. I put my shirt back on and fixed my hair a little in his mirror. "... There's this new movie that just came out... Don't you wanna stay over and watch it?" He asked. I scoffed. "What do you think?" I asked. "... Uhh..." he looked away. "Exactly." He looked utterly defeated. I almost felt a little guilty. "... Are you sure you don't wanna stay?" He asked. "Nerd. I've got stuff to do. People to be with." I said. "Why don't you wanna be with me? Am I not a person?" He asked. I sighed. "You know the agreement. Nothing more, nothing less." I said and left. I could hear him crawling deeper under the comforter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mingi is a rich jock who everyone loves. Yunho is a rich nerd who everyone hates. They're friends with benefits. Yunho yearns for affection and love, drinks every touch and word in that Mingi says, while Mingi only uses Yunho as a quick fix... Yunho knows but doesn't care. Any attention is better than no attention, right?

Hyunjin - seryjny morderca, którego nie udało się schwytać nikomu. Felix - detektyw, który zamiast go aresztować, wybiera coś znacznie bardziej niebezpiecznego - bliskość. Im mocniej się do siebie zbliżają, tym bardziej zaciera się granica między prawdą a kłamstwem, uczuciem a manipulacją. ,,- Po co wślizgnąłeś mi się do łóżka, skoro mnie nie kochasz? Wiesz, że to igranie uczuciami?" Felix zatykał mu usta pocałunkiem. ,,- Chcę być twoim chłopakiem." Czy można pokochać potwora, wiedząc, że każde „kocham" może być ostatnim słowem? Czy uczucie potrafi być groźniejsze niż nóż w ręku zabójcy? 18+ ( opisy morderstwa/seks/przemoc/mamipulacja/obsesja/obsesyjne myślenie/ różne zaburzenia/ )

Po zakończeniu kariery Stray Kids życie traci sens. Samotność i bezczynność powoli niszczą Hyunjina, aż nieleczona psychoza przeradza się w obsesję. Felix staje się centrum jego chorych fantazji. Czy ofiara zawsze chce uciec... czy czasem zaczyna wierzyć, że to jedyne miejsce, gdzie jest potrzebna? ⚠️ To tylko ff, więc proszę nie romantyzujmy takiego zachowania w prawdziwym życiu. ⚠️ Ship poboczny: Minsung Mogą być też inne. 🎶 Your Rarest of Flowers - Saint Avangeline

The room was spinning... I giggled a little. I held my hands up in front of me. I didn't have two hands... I had ten. The whole room was neon colors. I rolled onto my side, my giggling slowly turning into sobs. I desperately rubbed my arms as if I was trying to get rid of the tickling feeling. I was scared. I felt like hands were crawling up my body, wrapping around my neck. I screamed, trying to push away things that weren't even on me. When it was all over, I layed quietly. I grabbed the little bag of white powder. I needed more. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wooyoung is badly addicted to drugs. He can't go one day without it. San is just a high school student who helped Wooyoung. They end up exchanging numbers. Wooyoung really wants to get better, but how can he do that without any support?

I noticed a guy in the circle who was looking at me. My eyes widened a little and I fell quiet, shyly looking at the bottle and spun it. It took some turns with a few answered questions and some kisses before it landed on me again. This time, Wooyoung was the one to dare me. "I dare you to make out with Seonghwa." He said. I looked around. "Who-who's Seonghwa?" I asked. Wooyoung pointed at the guy who was looking at me just before. He was really pretty. But also handsome. I almost felt a little insecure. I crawled over to him. "See how long you can go before having to pull away!" Wooyoung added. I looked at Seonghwa. I didn't really wanna make out with a stranger but I was dared to. And then I sealed our lips. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hongjoong has his struggles with alcohol. He's 18 years old and hasn't really experienced anything special with anyone special. Seonghwa is 21 years old and has some experience with some people. The two meet at a party and exchange numbers.