park seonghwa, the pastor's son, meets hongjoong, the boy rumored to be dripping in sin.

When mental institution nurse Young Hyejin suddenly disappears and convicted serial killer Choi San, a patient on the ward Hyejin works in goes missing, it is up to Hyejin's co-worker and close friend Park Seonghwa to save her, but things are much worse than it seems...

{COMPLETE/ EDITING} jisung mistakenly texts minho thirsty messages thinking it is his best friend. the two hit it off almost instantaneously. however, sometimes the beginning of something reveals how it will eventually end. crackhead text story with your healthy supply of angst ✨😌 TW: anxiety, depression, suicide ~ ranks: #1 in minho #1 in han #2 in kpop started: 8/19/20 completed: 2/16/21

" He is just a sick boy " I don't want to admit but I care for him. He is so innocent. 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 !

"Uhh, where are the condoms?" A Han Jisung fanfic HIGHEST RANKING #2 in Kpopfanfic #10 in Stray Kids #4 in Kpop #1 in Hanjisung #12 in Kpopidols Disclaimer⚠️ This fic was written when I was a teenager, hence why it's very poorly written.

------------------------- "This isn't going to make a lot of sense to you in the beginning, and I'm sorry about that." ------------------------- *Mentions of drugs, abuse, murder, alcohol, addiction, and suicide. Please be aware*

They say it only takes an hour for your life to change. In my case, it was one month. My name is Hera Reynolds and this is my story... Book 2 of Room 234's virgin

Hera was a virgin a virgin in every sense, she had never had a drink, had a boyfriend, gone to a club, had sex, smoked or done drugs. She was an angel that gave angels a run for their money. A freshman in a new college in a state away from home she always believed she could stay away from all of those till marriage , but what happens when The schools Bad boy, jerk, playboy and monster in the name of Lexis comes her way. She may be able to stay away from temptation but can temptation stay away from her?

What are we? We are so many things. We're the the whole universe, bottled up right here into a lifetime. We're imperfect and warm and soft like dirt. We're shimmering and bright and eternal like the moon. What are we? What are we? Humans. Messy, stupid, beautiful humans.

Without any warning we were there, staring at the dark and pain of the world. I could sense it all. All the black matter consuming humanity. But for some odd reason I wasn't afraid. He just laced his fingers with mine and looked at me in a way that made it all okay. And then we ran into the shadows. ...because I guess that's just what heroes do.