I knew if I didn't confess, he would never know. If he never knew, we'd never get farther than leader and member. But maybe that was secretly what I wanted. If I took the chance and he declined, we'd never be able to be B.A.P again. It'd be awkward and just strange all together. If I took the chance and he accepted, then we might be too close for the band to function.

I couldn't resist the sweet, intoxicating scent that came over me. It drenched me in thirst, the euphoric desire to taste the blood I knew had to be close by. In all of my 142 years of life as a Vampire, I'd never inhaled something this pleasing.

[RATED M FOR SELF HARM.] "It's amazing how perfect he was, and how much he knew he was. And it was amazing how many flaws I had.

When they told me I was going into an idol group, I was thrilled, yet terrified. I found myself dreading the ride to the company building, scared beyond belief of what the other members were going to think of me.

Himchan's hand injury was known to all the members, and each one took the time to look after him while he was at the dorm. Himchan was almost tired of the members taking care of him. He didn't want them to help, well, all of them. Himchan had always had a soft spot for the maknae, loving how a

I knew what I was, knew what I liked. However, I also knew my parents don't approve. I didn't have to ask them to find out. With a mention of it on television or on the street, they would cringe and look away. I don't see how they didn't figure it out already. I hadn't ever

            If there was one thing I was tired of hearing. It was “Jongup-ah!” Every other day, you could hear it, no matter where you were in the entire dorm. You could hear “Jongup-ah!” Himchan just loved screaming it. Whether he would tell Jongup to bring him some water, or to sweep the floor so he wouldn’t have to step in dust, Jongup- would do it. As soon as he heard his name, “Jongup-ah,” he was all too eager to do the commands of his hyung.           

"No, I mean..." Youngjae sighed, rubbing his hair. "I'm the Brain, I'm supposed to know what to say...but I don't."

His cry broke the silence. Everyone had stopped, looking at the scene in silence. We couldn't believe it, wouldn't accept it. Moon Jongyun was dead. He was l

But my luck has never been the best. Yongguk was there as soon as I opened the door. He rushed over to me, thumb running over the new forming bruise under my right eye. "I doubt this could happen while you're falling or playing sports. You're not even on a sports team, Jae-yah." He whispered.

“No matter what happens, I’ll always love you, hyung.” The brunette’s voice was unwavering when he said this, despite the hysterical sobs that overtook him. “Good. That makes two of us.” The elder whispered, letting a smile curve from the depths of his heart, in order to

Junhong knew his parents weren't happy with his choice, but he didn't care. He didn't care how young he was, how old he was, who he was, or what anyone else thought.

         April 19th was the day I treasured most. I appreciated this day more than any other in the entire year. This is the day that the most important person that could ever exist was born. I smiled as I lightly shook him awake, admiring the way his dark eyes fluttered open when he looked up at me. His black hair was feathered out on the pillow, and his pale face was as flawless as ever. I just leaned d

Why the hell was I in clothes? I sighed and looked down, jumping to see a shirt two sizes too big, with an ugly Chris Brown head on it. I screamed when I looked at my hands, not seeing pale skin, but slightly tan skin. I leaped off the bed, screaming even more when I had a burst of athletic energy instead of wishing I hadn't have jumped.

Everything was evanescent. Everything vanishing, everything disappearing. There was nothing in my life anymore. Not even my books could free me now. I'd read every one on the shelf. I knew practically everything there was to know. In my pursuit of knowledge, the people

Gimpo airport was a popular place. A lot of fans were allowed at this fan signing, a lot more than usual. Jongup was the second to last seat, next to Yongguk. But when he saw the mass of fans, he gulped harshly. He knew they were fans, but there were so many of them.

Himchan: This kid. He never fails to do exactly as I ask him to do. It’s cute. But I never feel like I reward him enough. But I guess I don’t have to. He just does it. No questions. I once told him to jump from the bridge, just to see if he would, and he went to jump. Without e

"You can't keep doing this, Jongup. You're hurting yourself." Junhong, the deity of the clouds, warned his friend. Jongup, the god of the sun, didn't listen, and walked over to the pedestal to enact upon his actions again. "Himchan can't live as long as I'm alive." Jo

Jongup was jogging down the sidewalk again, his normal routine. His wife-beater was clung tightly to his sweat covered chest. His brown hair slicked against his forehead. His black athletic pants were sticking to him with every movement of his legs.