YONGMA - originally written by @cyberzyu (Wattpad) (@kpussiess on instagram) (Link to original Wattpad story here) Hello! I would like to elaborate this story is not mine, and it is originally written by

    My reason for living is gone and the count down has already started.    

Another angsty angst in regards to Vixx's N.

Little Red Bike and a Bunch of Bloody Memories   > Swearing, triggering content > Baekhyun centric  > Emotional garbage

   In a world full of inequality, corruption and poverty, it wouldn't be that bad to want to die, right? But what would you do when one person just wants to hold onto you even though you want them to let go?    This is a story where Minseok wants nothing more than leave the world behind him for he's seen too much of the bad side of it.  And the ever optimistic Kim Jongdae who wants to prove to Minseok that the world isn't so bad.

Rising with fame a new game caught attention of teenagers and they entered the hole of death as a challenge. Unfortunately there is no coming back......There are no lifelines....There are no second choices....It only meant... Death! Story of a best friends Jimin and Taehyung who had been into everything together. And how the other somehow succumbed to game and started getting isolated. How will Taehyung bring him back to life or will fail.....

How many mistakes can we make before they absorbe us into darkness?

              Not all Heroes wear capes.  Sometimes, they hold mics and spit bars.                        ⚠️⚠️⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️           This Oneshot contains mention of Depression and Suicide that may be triggering to others.

I'm sorry Mom. Jumping off that bridge would be freedom now. RM   --- Kim Namjoon looked normal. He went to school. He hung out with friends. He rapped on the streets and wrote music. He dressed well. He had a mother and a father and two brothers, one older and one younger. Kim Namjoon was empty. He would wake up only to wish he could fall back asleep. School was too easy. His friends didn't need him. His parents spent too much t

A star falls, leaving a broken constellation behind.

"Hi Sehun, I'm sorry, I tried but I just can't handle this anymore." He whispered.

I hope you take time  to read this. For Jonghyun, and for the people around you that may want to follow his way out of this world.

One cut, Two cuts, Three cuts, Four,

Mi Yong is abused by her father and she has no friends. she goes to the same school as Taemin but she doesn't pay much attention to him. He gets abused and bullied at school but she hates weak people so she ignores it mostly. However she considers herself a strong person. One day she had enough and ran from home to the park. She was about to walk out in trafic and just end it all. but someone pulls her back. Who do you think? None other than Lee Taemin~  

He was shattered in a million pieces and I didn't know. I, a doctor, who couldn't see through him as he felt like the world was closing up on him - as if the world was against him. He was shattered, broken and damaged. And there was I, his useless girlfriend who didn't know what he was going through. Him, Min Yoongi, Suga from BTS, who showed a strong image to the world, but inside was as fragile as a glass.   

Who would have thought a small slip-up, a small bump, could alter one person's life and end another in a small matter of time?

When Jungkook starts having a crush on the richest and most popular boy in school, he finds his life turned upside down.  Because of Kim Taehyung. 

One of them is a novice pickpocket attempting to defect from a hostile gang that runs the city's underground productions. One of them is a novice barber doing a favor for her grandfather by taking a late client before closing. One of them is a novice at suicide that is attempting every trick in th

Jinyoung was reading Mark's farewell letter.

" We'll be together soon "

Cause you are unforgettable why'd you have to go?

Today marked Kyuhyun's seventh year as a kisaeng. Seven years of living in this gyobang, spreading his legs entertaining clients every night. Seven years of false smiles, empty praises and the (not so) occasional abuse behind closed doors.  What he endured this for, he knew not, for his life had ceased to have any meaning anymore. So all he did tonight was gaze up at the endless sea of stars while pondering the futility of his existence, comforting himself wi