In a world where light and dark clash, Chaerin doesn't think it's possible to be too safe.        But she meets someone, someone she likes to describe as heaven and hell all fused together in one gorgeous mess. And her world tips on its axis, but Chaerin isn't really complaining, she really isn't. After all, she just met a Dar

  Helped me realize why the world burns the way it does, with the chromaticity and beauty of misery.  

         "PR Dara will check fan responses to Crush now! Gather 'round!" Dara gestured wildly from her comfortable position on the practice room bench, her phone clutched in her hand like it always was. Bom, Minji, and Chaerin all eagerly crowded around her, peering at the small screen.        "Oooooh, very good, eh?" Bom murmured abse

  Sandara Park.   Lee Chaerin.   Two co-workers.

         She blinks calmly, watching puffs of heat escape into the winter air. Her fingers tingle from the cold but she likes it. Her cunning eyes shine with hollowness and fierce hatred. Hatred toward her life, hatred toward her job, and hatred toward her world.        She hears a gunshot and a crackle of static in her well-

         I used to dream of being on the battlefield. My heart would flutter at the thought of fighting for my country. My eyes would sparkle at the idea of military training and drills finally put to use.        But I never thought it would happen so soon. I lost my grip on life before I was ready to let go. I was forced to throw away

  Dear Santa, I know I haven't been the best this year, and I don't ever write letters to you, but I really need your help. I only have one wish. I