A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

There are no coincidences in life. Just happenings of fate. The most beautiful yet tormenting one being Love; A meeting of two people who can accept both the dark and light sides of each other. However, when 24-year-old Louis and 23-year-old Harry cross paths, they fear that when you have a dark side as big as theirs, nothing is ever as good as it seems. With one struggling to find his way out of his traumatic past and the other surrendering to the familiarity of staying alone, Will they be able to find light within the darkness? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WARNING: There will be smut and mention of angst, blood, murder, and trauma.

『 °˖✧ ¢σмρℓєтє∂ ✧˖° 』 Unknown number: I'm gonna add you to my to do list, baby ;) Me: Not in my holy household, thot. Begone. _________________ MinSung text AU In which a young dancer mischievously texts an unknown number after a dare, & popular rapper J.one of 3racha receives flirtatious messages from a stranger. __________ Persian (فارسی) : @BroccoliBangDream __________ • Contains profanity. • Boy x Boy © Mayunho 2019 12.10.2019 25.11.2019 _________ #1 in MinSung [Nov. 23, 19] #1 in StrayKids [Dec. 06, 19] #1 in Minho [Dec. 10, 19] #1 in ChangJin [Dec. 10, 19] #1 in Jeongin [Dec. 16, 19] #2 in Kpop [Dec. 16, 19] #1 in ChanLix [Feb. 22, 20] #1 in 3racha[Mar. 06, 20]

Win metawin is a rich CEO who recently moved into a neighborhood, reported with many murder and kidnapping. that doesn't stop him from going out late drinking, one day he passed a dark alley and heard screams inside. his drunk state made him go inside, next thing he know was that he was tied up. "if you want money then I'll just give it, you didn't have to go this far" win was uninterested since it wasn't the first time "but what if I want you?" a deep seducing husky voice said from the dark corners of the room win was speechless and nervous. He heard this voice somewhere before. . . . . (photos not mine) (I'll come back and fix my mistakes) (don't mind my bad writings) (VERY SLOW UPDATES) (ENJOYY!)

"... Isn't that... My shirt?" "Huh?! Then how did it end up in my locker?!" We both froze, my face turning red as I looked down at the baggy material. How could I not have noticed? And why did he have to walk in just now? Christian watched me, his face slightly red as he moved closer. I closed my eyes, waiting for the punch, the kick, the pain... But it never came. Instead, I felt something different. Soft lips on top of mine, moving slowly and sweetly. I opened my eyes. Christian Nelson, the most popular jock in the school, was currently making out with me in a gym locker room.

Warning : No Children, NC Bright and Win agreed on keeping this "something" a secret from others even Phi Champ as the producer of 2gether the series doesn't know this "something".