A one shot about why Mir keeps wearing those damned sunglasses instead of showing us his pretty little face. There's another one coming about why CheonDoong always gets dressed like he broke the nuna's heart.

WARNING, people who have weak nerves please don't read. This story is totally random, it has nothing to do with reality. I just typed it because I felt bad, but I know that in this world where are many more people who suffer more than I do.  So, just read on your own risk. It can make less sense, but my work is my work. 

We all have problems. Expecially him. More than he could bear.

Did we have too much love? Or was it just not enough? Did we really have everything? Or did we have nothing to lose? Did we chase after dreams? Or wer

L's Motto: “I don't do drugs. I am drugs.” -Salvador Dali

Nothing exists except atoms and empty space. Everything else is opinion. We stopped checking for monsters under the bed when we realized they were inside of us.

Yo guys its Pinku on a whim I got bored and have come to you with Enter the Joker a Junhoon fic ofcourse m favorite pairing its weird odd and a little funny anyway hope you guys like ;)

Drugs are bad. Even when prescribed. But so is depression. So we listen to our shrink and we medicate, and feel bad. If bad is to drugs as drugs are to bad, then...why do we take drugs? What vicious circle do we let ourself int

Taemin goes for a Maknae outing with Mir, Sehun, Tao, Ren, and a few others. When he comes home, he's in tears and refuses to tell what took place - only that Mir was the one who caused it all. Similar situations seem to be popping up all over the place as the Maknae's from each group start complaining of odd feelings and discomfort, and Seungho and Papa Rain's phones are sure to be broken by the end of the night if the calls don't stop pouring in.  There's only one question on everyone's m

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  Myungsoo is a socially awkward college student with issues. So Young is a drug addict that turns his life upside down.          

And we are just here. Some caught in a cage dying to get out. Some standing outside of the cage with broken wings. We are different and yet all the same. We have freedom but no time. We are the birds with broken wings and broken wings can't fly.  

"Why are the hell YOU here?" you screeched. Your head was spinning, and his presence wasn't making anything else easier. Hot tears ran down your red cheeks like acid. "because this isn't you! I hate seeing you like this