Ano nga ba ang mangyayari kung tuluyan tayong humimlay? Sabi nila, mapupunta tayo sa purgatoryo at magkakaroon ng paghuhukom doon kung mapupunta ba tayo sa langit o sa impyerno.

After killing her teaccher and getting to asylum, Miyeon met a pretty demon, went to tour in hell, met her old friends and got new one and even got a job.

  "What are you so afraid of?" "You." "Why? Are you falling for me, Park Jinyoung?" "You wish!"   Mark laughs as he pulls him close, Jinyoung immediately melting into his

Jeon Jungkook finds himself on a train with a face he hasn't seen in years, missing his BTS hyungs. Things are not as they seem, and more importantly, for some reason he can't get off the train that has no stops.

A newly deceased man gets a tour of the Underworld and notices a lone figure repeatedly pushing an immense boulder up a steep hill, only to watch it roll back down again. "What's that about?" he asks his guide. "Ah that: That is a long story."   (Greek mythology au set in the Underworld, Kaisoo & Xiuchen pairings)

In this place that is neither here nor there, where time has no bearing, where knowledge is infinite, they sit together - two souls, just as they are.

Youngjae left everything behind after he died tragically in a car accident. However, he was never able to move on. There seemed to be a wish that was never granted before he died, but he couldn't figure out what it was. As he stared down at the world he left behind, he noticed the one per

Min Yoongi killed. Everything and everyone.   a/n: this is kind of a sequel of "

Luhan found himself on a weird place, with weird people, but he seemed completely normal.   And the weirdest thing of all is he found out that he's already dead.  

There is a difference between saying goodbye and letting go. Saying goodbye means, "I'll see you again when the time is right, when I'm ready to hold your hand you to hold mine." Letting go means "I'll miss your hand. I realised it's not mine to hold and I will not hold it again."    

Prologue A child sat down on the swing, her small feet barely touching the ground. The creaking sound produced by the metal chains of the swing went along with the calm breezy weather in Seoul. Footsteps could be heard before a figure appeared in front of her. "Are you really leaving to America ?"a sweet child like voice came up, pushing her gently fromt the back. The swing moved slowly and sh

i ended it, yes, i ended it myself. but how i wish i would be able to pull that decision back, to think thoroughly about it, because now, i can only wail in despair, begging no one to pull me back there, to comfort my friends, my family, the peop

this is a story based on how i think life somewhat is after death so if you dont like it just to let you know it's my point of view