❝In a world where love is as perilous as hunger, and every heartbeat sounds like a footstep in the dark, the forest waits- patient, and full of teeth.❞ After a drunken wish upon a star, writer Kim Sunoo wakes up to find himself trapped inside the world of his own unfinished novel. Injured, lost, and hunted by the very characters he created, he must uncover why his story has turned against him and how to write his way out. > cross posted on ao3 under the same username <

Scales. Scarlet scales that transformed into a dark maroon at the end of the fins, the single glimpse he got of the creature hiding behind the coral. Hair. Coal black hair knotted and flowing with the current of the tank water, the second glimpse he captured when it poked his head out of the spot in curiosity. Skin. Smooth skin that stood out against the background of the water, the last glimpse he got as the thing came out of hiding. And whatever it was, was beautiful. ----------- This was my first story, I promise the later chapters are more organized and well written

"𝚑𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚐, 𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞." "𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍, 𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚊." HIGHEST RANKING/S: #1 kimsunoo #1 2j #1 heejake #1 sungwon #2 sunki #4 simjake

MMA fighter Sunghoon wins another game for his loyal sponsors, and they give him a pretty little gift after his big fight: an innocent-looking escort by the name of Sunoo. Inspired by: wipe on you by doja cat jinx

They say words can't undo love-but what if they erase it? One night. One fight. One sentence from Sunoo that none of us can forget. "If I ever got another chance, I'd make sure I never debuted with you guys." We thought we'd fix things the next day. That he'd still be here-hurt, maybe, but still with us. But when I opened my eyes, the world had changed. We weren't in our dorm anymore. We were back in I-LAND. Before the final lineup. And this time, when they called the seventh name... it wasn't his. "The final member of enhypen is........ Congratulations.......Yudai Koga!" Sunoo's still here-breathing the same air, standing in the same room-but his name isn't next to ours anymore. He doesn't look at us the same. Doesn't need to. This isn't a second chance. It's a punishment. And I don't know what's worse-watching him live without us... or realizing we might've taught him how to.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN