She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

ー ur eyes can deceive you, dont trust them. a bangtan fic. © ownjeonn 2017

Let me be perfectly clear when I tell you that none of this is my fault. I didn't ask for any of this. I didn't ask to be different. I didn't ask to be accused of starting a prophecy that I can't change. I didn't ask for all of the enemies I now have over the simple orange flickering light in my hands. Who in their right minds would ask for any of that? But it doesn't matter that I didn't ask for these things because they are all mine now. You don't get to pick and choose what parts of the story you want. At least, I didn't get to. But fate always has a weird way of showing up when you least expect and giving you what you least desire. It's kind of a bitch that way. So what else is there to do? I mean, I could complain about how awful my luck is and do nothing but that choice well inevitably get me killed by people who have much more experience with this other world than I do. Are all of my choices brilliant and selfless? No, but I have yet to meet somebody who's actions always are. So, just know that everything I've done has not been hero worthy or selfless or brave or even smart. I'm not a hero. I never claimed I was one. I'm just a guy with a lot of shitty luck and a knack for almost getting himself killed. So here is my side of the story told by me, Chase Solus. But people in my world better know me as 'The Prophesied One'.