The first thing I noticed was the fishnets sticking out from under the holes that decorated the entire length of your jeans, the next, the smoke curling off the end of your cigarette. After that, it was your eyes. Wild, unforgiving, rebellious. You were the man who never ended their teenage rebellion.   You took another drag, chuckling as the toxic smoke spilled from your lips, staring at me with a malevolent look in your eyes. You dropped the cigarette, st

I flinched and turned away for a brief second as the screaming got louder. I had a bag in my hand full of my absolute necessities and I was standing in the doorway to a place I didn't seem to belong anymore. 

Walking into the small store that almost seemed invisible to the outside world, Taehyung looked around for something valuable. His eyes raked over the small shop, gliding through the short, dusty isles like a snake. He made himself look only as if he was looking for the right gift to give someone he loved. In reality though Taehyung was searching for something worth some good money.  His se

fire ˈfī(ə)r/ noun