As some of you might remember, I have been preparing to do a Ken of Vixx story for a while and I'm planning on releasing it as soon as I finish my JongHyun story, which at the moment seems to be a shorter story than I orginially planned. But it's all cool because I'm looking forward to delving deep into this story, and it definitely won't be short lol. So without further rambling, here is another excerpt of the coming story! I hope you guys enjoy and tell me what you think in the comments :)

Umyeong Ama (Fate Maybe):

KyungMin had begun teaching me Korean a few weeks into our acquaintance and like usual, I picked up the language easily. I was a natural polyglot and before beginning to Korean I was already fluent in several languages. With KyungMin’s help, I was well on the way to fluency. In the beginning, I had been shy of him, I wasn’t sure what to expect from our relationship. Faster than I had thought possible, our innocent time together had transformed into something heavier, more substantial. And by the time I realized that I had romantic feelings for KyungMin, it was already too late. He had taken up so much of me that there was no turning back. And while we had been talking one day in our secret place by the swamp, he had kissed me underneath the trees, the willows blowing their leaves all around us.

That first kiss had been months ago and KyungMin and I had managed to keep our relationship a secret from those around us. But I was getting ready to graduate and I didn’t want to hide anymore. I wanted to be Kyung’s wife, wanted us to have babies that had the best of both of us. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, I knew we would face hate, but I was willing to do anything for our love. Always, I thought, forever and then one more lifetime after that.

As I go along on my bike, I take an alternate path that is harder going for my legs, but I want to enjoy the day because everything is so much more beautiful when I know I'm about to be with the man I love. The way is up the side of the mountain is steep but I've made the trip before and I'm not scared as the height steadily increases. I look out at the scenery and feel at peace when I stand up on my pedals, pumping hard to go up one last hill. Out of nowhere, black car comes careening around the bend in the mountain from the opposite direction and drives into my lane. And then in slow motion I'm hit by the car, and as it hits the side I can feel my body floating free from the bike's padded seating. I watch as my books fly out of my basket and as if it’s happening to someone else, I don't think anything in that moment; the silence of it is terrifying.

The loud screeching of metal running over metal fills my ears and the me in the air is screaming too but eventually even that stops as I fall off and over the sheer face of the cliff. I see myself fall as I experience it, can see how high up I am and know that I won't make it. I know that this is the end, but that I have to do something. I can’t let KyungMin live without me, can’t let him suffer like I know he will when he finds out that I’ve died. I don’t want to leave him.

My mind screams out in denial at the thought of losing him and I can’t deny that I want to live, and the need is desperate. If wanting is all it takes, then I should be able to succeed, I think to myself. But how could I do it, how could I reach myself across time and space. How could I leave a message so deep and lasting in my soul that it would go past death, into a brand-new life. I didn’t care about remembering my whole life, I just wanted this one thing.

As I looked into the waiting rocks below me, I prayed harder than I ever had before in my life. I prayed to live again, I prayed for a new start; I prayed to remember.