To begin is to unknowingly anticipate an end; however, an ending is merely another beginning.  Two lonely boys, one alley, an ending or a beginning. 

"....so Seokjin waved goodbye to his friends that night, with a full stomach and happy heart" The plum-lipped male chuckled, his broad shoulders heaving as he expressed his mirth. His body tipped backwards from its cross-legged position so he used a hand to steady himself on the ground behind him. There seemed to be reminiscent look in his twinkling brown orbs as he looked up at the artificial ligh

My first account of the remaining days. After much contemplation, I have decided to publish my quandaries. All these stories are mine. Although I do get inspiration from real life encounters as well as stories and songs. This is for you, you who has been looking for the stories to explain your ossified heart. This is for you who spends hours looking through tags for the perfect story.    "If there is a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written, you must be the one

  Because heroes come in all shapes and sizes. And not all of them save you from supervillains. Sometimes they save you from yourself..    In which Sanghyuk and Haru are each other's heroes.

jungkook and taehyung are childhood friends. jungkook just so happens to have the misfortune of falling in love with him. and there's no more to it. ( there is. ) a love story told in the format of a cellphone novel; aka 100~150 words per bite-sized chapter.  heavily inspired by bap's 100

When I was younger, my sister once told me a story. It was about the day I died. 

A storm. A fleet ripped asunder, reunified only in their torpid drift to Davy Jones' Locker. An arenaceous resting place, ocean bed the most comfortable of them all. A curious creature, not sure what he's looking for but eventually finding himself.