“You wanna try this thing but you don’t have the guts to do it. What? You wanna be called bad girl if you could poison your lungs with this thing?” Kang Minhyuk answered calmly. Too calm for a person whose brain is in a mess like Krystal Jung, “You want to be a bad girl? I’ll show you how.”

They said, Siren is just a myth who lives between the cliffs and corals. The anomalous creature who likes singing to outwit the imprudent ships. A siren is described as an enchanting, alluring and devastatingly intoxicating woman with long red locks stops at her hips—a remark

Minhyuk dragged his legs out of

Jinyoung rubbed his face, blinking several

“… You dig inside me just like Tattoo You took half of me just like Tattoo Even in your scent that passed me by In your speech is my tatto

“Soojung?” His soothing voice sounds doubtful saying out her name. Soojung turned her body to see him, “Yes?” “I’m Minhyuk.” “I know.”

“… It’s been a long time, You were still beautiful when I saw you by chance, The guy next to you seems good, Never let go his hold…”

Both of us are like the same pole till I’m afraid that we will walk away from each other naturally. Because the same pole won’t go in the same way, right? We are too similar till I feel like I can see