(DISCLAIMER: some of the story, scenes and chapters were adapted by tv shows, dramas, comics, manga, anime, cartoons, other stories and pretty much anything I get into. CREDIT GOES TO THE RIGHT OWNER. I tried changing so many things so please don't accuse me of copying T_T
THANK YOU!)
The Lives Of Highschool Boys || Stray Kids is a drama/school life collection of stories based on Cai, Felix, Chan, Minhoe, Woojin, Changbin, Jisung, Jeongin, Seungmin and Hyunjin's daily lives.
Keep on reading to see what dramas they will face a how they will deal with them!
P.s. This doesn't actually happen to them it's just a FF lol
(Or it might have who knows...)
Updates randomly.
3rd person perspective. Usually
concentrates on two lives, could go down to one or all their lives in special chapters.
And yes I'm obsessed with Stray Kids, they are my number one band with no doubt!
Cai is just an extra character I made for the story.
Friend zones here!! There's no romance if that's what you're looking for.
The name was adapted by the anime 'Daily lives of High school boys'.
This is my first proper story so if you want to do a try not to cringe challenge then this is the perfect place for you my friend!
Enjoy! :)
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.