it's so beautiful to see you lie ( ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴏɴɢɪɴ ) DISCONT.

so are we leaving this garden of eden? ( ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs )

sehun walks to the east, luhan to the west. [oneshot]

to go home, chanyeol walks 93 steps. after kyungsoo, home is just an arm's length away.

sehun isn't atlas, and even kings have scars that never bled. [a SeKai shortfic]

There's no one else in the dorms except Jongdae, but Jongdae won't wake up, no matter how hard Sehun tries. ---------- Rated PG. I think. Word Count: 6.8k Warnings: character death, the scene of the accident, implications of krislutao's departure, the use of Hyung (I know how some ppl hate that), illogicalness lol sry Inspired by my newly developed Chenhun feels (so there's slight Chenhun, but not in the romantic sense) and the Sing For You MV (I finally did it omfg). !!!!!! And honestly, I hate it so much, but wattpad always effs up my formatting. It's better if you read on asianfanfics, but you can still read it here, there's just not the same effect on certain parts :/

i. now is not the end. brush off your ghosts and meet his. ii. don't allow him to sleep in. strip the bed until it's as naked as his soul and remind him that he's going to have forever to sleep anyway. iii. expose your scars, show him the sadness stenciled into the backs of your hands. tell him depression is your territory and dying is his. iv. invade the world together. breathe him in and he'll have to breathe you out. v. choose the sweat after a run, the long conversations, the telephone calls, the poems, the love letters scrawled on napkins. vi. do not be surprised. you know how this will end.  vii. work for him, sweat. stumble in his shoes for a while. viii. in the side of his hospital bed, instead of slow-dang in his arms, listen to his pulse beat through bandaged wrists. ix. avoid clocks, sandcastles, glass sculptures; things that will remind you of time passing by. x. get drunk. xi. waltz on the hospital's rooftop. don't say a word. don't shed a tear. pretend you don't notice life leaving his veins. xii. let him cry. let him fall, then give him one hundred and fifty reasons why they're too beautiful for tears. xiii. tell him you love him, every fucking chance you can get. you'll never know which one is going to be the last.

"i actually am not educated in flowers.. and plants in general, the store was short in employees. but i'm trying!"

written with kyungsoo's unrequited love. + chansoo; © knicknachs

"perhaps we're light years apart." a baekchen fantasy au.