50 Stories

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Two teenage boys somehow end up being test subjects for a project. "You'll only be in there for 50 days." All thanks to their money hungry parents, jisung and minho are trapped. Together. Never met before or even heard each other's name before. Only things with them are the empty white walls, king sized bed, fridge and table, and thankfully a private bathroom. With nothing else to help their boredom, they grow fond of eachother. And even grow another type of feeling neither can explain.

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Heroes and Villains

✨50 things about me ✨( même si tout le monde s'en fout ^^)

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Sometimes, I feel like no one truly likes me. Maybe I come off as strange, maybe I don't act the way people expect me to. But deep inside, I keep asking myself: what did I really do to deserve this? Yes, I say unusual things sometimes, but isn't that what we all do when we think we are safe, when we believe we're around friends who won't judge us? I thought I had that once. My behavior might be different, but that doesn't mean my heart is wrong. I didn't choose how I look, or how my words sometimes stumble out. Still, people make it a reason to laugh, to push me aside, to make me feel like a joke. It hurts more than I can ever explain - being treated like I don't belong, like I'm invisible. I'm not trying to be someone I'm not. I'm just trying to exist, to breathe, to feel alive in a world that always points out how "different" I am. And then there was him. The boy I once thought was my friend. The boy I trusted enough to tell my secrets - the ones I hide from everyone else. I told him how I feel ugly, how I feel people are always judging me, how my voice trembles when I try to speak. Maybe I shouldn't have. Because after opening my heart, I started to hate myself more. I started to see myself the way the world sees me: not enough, never enough. I was only 12, just a child in so many ways, but I still tried to comfort him. I tried to be there for him even while I was struggling myself. People think I don't have a brain or respect, that I'm just a "weird girl" who talks too much. But the truth is, I only feel too deeply. I never meant to force my love or my care onto anyone. I just wanted to be understood, to be loved without being laughed at. I loved him - I still do. He broke me, yet my heart never stopped choosing him. To others he was just a boy; to me, he was everything. I saw his soul when the world only saw his face.