"[Y/N]...are you...scared of me..?" He asked, his face barely visible in the dimly lit room. His face..looked hurt? You bit back you're tears, and you're fears. You couldn't look away, and you couldn't just ignore him. "No..of c-course not../" •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Ever since he was a child, Yoosung Kim was disconnected and cold from his emotions. Even after he joined the RFA and met his 'friends', he still felt like he didn't belong. Sometimes Yoosung was cheery and happy, but most of the time he was cold and disconnected. He also acted cheerful and cute whenever he was in the chat rooms, because he didn't want the other RFA members to know how he really was. He tried gaming to fill the void where his emotions should be, but it never worked. He was looking for a way out. A way for happiness. He hadn't found it yet. That was until the day you appeared in their chat room. You were so kind to him that he didn't want to lose you like he had lost others. He wanted to be your one and only, and he would do anything to be so. [Highest Rankings] [#153 in Fanfiction] [#1 in MysticMessenger] [#1 in YoosungKim] [#2 in JaeheeKang] [#3 in 707]

(Tokyo Ghoul Fanfiction) Reader X Kaneki Ken; Love would entrap you in his web of lies. His charm, his innocence, his deception. His tongue would lick your neck gently, as if a sign of affection but it was only an affirmation of his tastes to him. He, was going to eat your heart, piece by piece, slice by slice, until there was nothing left for him to devour.

"Do you enjoy a Good end, or a Bad end?" "Aren't they the same thing?" "How so?" "No one has the right to say what is good and what is bad." "I suppose I agree." "But... don't tragic stories always end up being remembered for centuries?"