He thought he was the only one who knows about his own past and memories. He thought he was able to hide it from the world. He thought that he was the only one who remembers his pain. He just didn't know that there was someone else in this world who saw his past, his "story." * * * * * * A/N * * * * * * My first official NBin/ChaBin fanfic! *heartbeats loudly* Most my readers probably suffered a long second lead syndrome because of my other fanfics for Hongbin (because I killed myself with it too), so I decided to make up for it and created this new story. As per usual, there are elements of fantasy/fiction, emotional roller coasters, stupidity and my horrid grammars since English isn't my language but ~ I promise to give you a nice lengthy new fanfic of NBin/ChaBin. Also, why are there so little NBin/ChaBin fanfics out there? ;_;

Two years ago, a serial killer appeared in the city of Seoul. Their victims' blood was drained completely from their body, clean and dried. Their bodies left no traces of bruises or struggles. Their identities were all over the place, almost impossible to understand why they were killed in the first place. And the one thing that stood out the most from each of the victims was the white rose left stuffed in their mouth.

After many requests, I've decided to post my oneshots of every Hakyeon/N pairings here on Wattpad as well. They're all written randomly, there's no specific theme except centered around Hakyeon only. Most are written on my phone and therefore, there's no edit or proofreading actually done. This oneshot series is written for fun :) Please enjoy with a light heart.

Hakyeon wants to escape. Reality is tiring and he was tired of trying to accept that reality. He's tired of Taekwoon pushing him away all the time. "Why am I trying so hard? " If only the real Taekwoon was like the Taekwoon in his dreams. The one who loved, cared and cherished Hakyeon as much as Hakyeon cherished Taekwoon. But a dream is just a dream... a dream in which Hakyeon did not want to wake up from. Not now and not ever. * * * * * * A/N: 'Dream.scape' is a sequel of my previous two series 'The World of Us' and 'If You'

"Huh? Where am I? What is this place? Hmm? Who are you? Why do you look so... sad? Why are you crying? Don't cry, don't look at me like that. Please don't cry." A buzzing sound. "Ah. What is this? Why am I covered in red? Did you do this to me? Or..." "Did I do this to myself instead?" The sound buzzed again. The sound began to chime. The wind breezed through the windows that were left opened overnight. A gentle breeze that was neither too cold nor too hot. 'Hakyeon-ah! Wake up already! You're going to be late if you don't get up now!' A woman's voice was calling from downstairs. The half asleep boy, who was still caught up in his dream, rubbed his eyes to wake up to the sound of his mother. 'Coming!' He replied. Another day, another morning, and... Another life. * * * * * * A/N - 'If You' is the indirect/spin-off sequel for my previous series called 'The World of Us'

Jung Taekwoon. He has always heard stories about the human world from his 'lifelong friend' that lived on the other side of the door that separated the two. He learned to laugh, cry, envy, and sympathize because of a boy called Cha Hakyeon. The two were so different yet so alike. Little did the two know that their secret little meetings was the beginning that could cause the worlds of the Gods to turn upside down. * * * * * * A/N - This is the 1st story of my mini trilogy series: 1. The World of Us 2. If You 3. Dream.scape

Ever since a major car accident, taking his entire family from him, Kim Wonshik or RAVI, hid himself in the world of music. His past, his sorrows and his lost became his inspiration for the music he composes, which made him famous despite his young age. But as his popularity reached its limit, he began to lose his inspiration and questions as to why he continues to write the songs he writes. "Who am I writing music for? And why?" As he was just about to give up on composing and writing music, he found a new inspiration in his life. The muse known as 'Eden'.