They were known as, ultimately, "The Guardians", the twelve forces that balanced peace in the whole universe. But everything has it's downfall. They were known as, ultimately, "The Guardi

"i'm sorry," is all that hakyeon chants, to wonshik, to taekwoon, to hongbin, to sanghyuk's and jaehwan's lost soul. distorted utopia!au

baekhyun vows to never succumb under luhan's words - but he will, eventually, because after all, luhan controls him. no puppet can be detached that long from its master, because the master will always find its puppet, one way or another. distorted utopia!au

kyungsoo just can't get a grip on the hard, painful reality, and then there's jongin who is currently living in his own past, somewhere, out there.

his brittle little fingers claw on his own neck, red lines littering on his alabaster skin. distorted utopia!au

yongguk feels like laughing. maybe he already knew it from the start.

Because the silent night is always the perfect company for a writer's steady keyboard-tapping. We can't control what we do, we can't control about what we think, we can't even stop for those beautiful ideas to leak out in a matter of seconds

chaerin is a vixen, a fallen demon from hell. jiyong is a conceited human, a deceiving liar who's tainted with sin and evil. but he isn't.

oh sehun has given up a long, long time ago. and now, it was the other's turn to finally let go. he gave up. all of those restless nights waiting for him to come and for him to notice sehun, and yet, he still won't

he was just a mere commoner, and the other was the soon-to-be king of his country. and in the end, there is no happily ever after for byun baekhyun. a mere minute earlier, baekhyun's eyes went wide open when the guards announced the wedding o

i ended it, yes, i ended it myself. but how i wish i would be able to pull that decision back, to think thoroughly about it, because now, i can only wail in despair, begging no one to pull me back there, to comfort my friends, my family, the peop

a flicker of flame was all it takes to ignite it all. the first flame was timid and beautiful. the second flame was mystifying and otherworldly. the third flame was bold and daring.

she was a blooming red rose in the midst of all of those wilted flowers.  and in the end, she was the one that would decay into nothing. emotions? that is an extravagance to me

choi minho is still in denial. even after waking from this dream everything seems so vividthe only evidence that it was but a d

daehyun may hear them in the midst of the cascading raindrops, but he knows that they were only delusions that he himself succumbs into. dear sky, please help me please, i beg you, stop this m

they were both damaged by the lies they feed themselves with, and now, it was time to put an end to it.

the familiar sensation of the wind brushing his hair locks and the birds flying over him was too overwhelming, all too familiar. something made his heart crack, even though

his throat burned and blood spilled out from his wrist, his sharp cry entangled with someone else's horrendous laugh.  tears were mixed with sweat as his shriek resounded into the night's air.  and he woke up.

baekhyun and chanyeol went on stargazing, and, well, chanyeol just can't help but to reminisce about how baekhyun was just so adorably cute, and about how the stars and constellations brought them together.

red, red, red. it's all that he can see. red. he crouches and begs and pleads and screams and shrieks and cries, but all of that cannot repay what he has done. he was a filth. a sin. a killer. a murderer.