"I like your eyes full of me, it hides the dark times and wounds."

ENTRY NUMBER ONE

"Selfishness" - faithful-lie

Hakyeon+Leo

I listen to your prayers. I hear every single one. I’m so glad you chose me because I truly, wholly love when your eyes are full of me alone; it hides the dark times and the wounds. You glow so bright, almost as if you were an angel too. Angel Taekwoon. It rolls off the tongue perfectly. I hope that you too can become an angel when you die.

You're praying to me again.

"Hakyeon..." You look so weary today, more so than usual, as I materialise in front of you, phasing slowly into the space you leave before you. I wish I could talk to you, I wish I could tell you that it will be okay. I wish I could ask you what was wrong, even though I know. But you don't pray to me about those things, you tell me about your good times, you ask me to help others and, as admirable as that is, I find myself wishing that, just once, you could be selfish. That you could grant me the power to help you rather than observing. But no. You never do. 

"Hakyeon." I keep my lips sealed as I hold my hand out to you and you grasp it like a lifeline. Is that what I am? "Hakyeon, today was so difficult." Your voice breaks and it takes everything in me to remain impassive, just like every time. I tilt my head back so that I don't tilt it forwards but my eyes never leave your face. Yours are wide and b with sorrow. "I lost two more children today." 

I almost pull my hand away but I can't do that. It must have been when I was away, when I was reporting and when I was attending to the prayers of another charge. I turned my back and things became more difficult for you. You will, of course, blame yourself. 

Your next breath is shaky and I know you're crying. A pearly tear drips onto my hand as I kneel before you and your eyes widen in shock; angels don't respond. We listen. We act. But I can't be impartial for you. Whether I'm walking in your footsteps on the wards, guarding over the lives of those you ask me to or hovering in the corners of your home whilst he breaks you down with his words and his hands. He knows how not to make it show and you know too well how to hide it. I break the next rule.

"Taekwoon," I breathe, "can't you just once be selfish?" You stare at me, not understanding so I fully commit and elaborate. "Your patients' times will all come, be it now or later, you can't save everyone. Please, can't you just save yourself?" Now I'm crying too because I know you'll never see me again; angels don't behave like this. But perhaps, when your new guardian comes to you, you'll find yourself able to ask for something on your own behalf.  

 ENTRY NUMBER TWO

"Untitled" - epicbrat

no specific pairing

“What do you like?” The girl asks, ripping handfuls of grass from the soil they were lain down side by side on.

For a while only the sounds produced by cicadas can be heard. They both stare up at the starry summer night sky as the question sinks down on the boy. Silence stretches on for so long, she thinks he’s fallen asleep.

“I like your eyes full of me,” He whispers after a while. “It hides the dark times and wounds.”

“Don’t say that.” 

The girl sits up, crosses her legs and a scowl mares her beautiful face. 

She nudges his shoulder harshly. “The dark times,” She says. “They shaped you into what you are as we speak. Were it not for those dark times, we might have never even met.”

He snorts. “It amazes me how you manage to make everything sound so melodramatic. Did you ever consider starring in a drama? When you’re tired of the gang business, I mean.” He adds quickly.

She dramatically rolls her eyes and ignores his comment, pushing the issue still. Her voice raises. “Why would you want to hide the wounds?”

He groans. “Forget what I just said.”

“No!” She slaps his arm with the back of her hand. “You’re doing it again!” She yells in the night.

“What?”

“The moping!”

He huffs.

She grips his hand and exposes the palm of his hand where a clean cut can be seen. “See how I cauterized your hand in order for it heal? You suffered when I did it, right? But aren’t you feeling better now? I know you are. Don’t avoid pain. Don’t avoid darkness. If you do, dawn will never come. Each dawn needs its dark night to break through. The pain, the darkness? They’re the key.” She says with a passionate glimmer in her eyes.

He can’t tear his eyes away from hers. He can tell she believes in what she says. She was born an orator. No wonder she got appointed leader of her Seoul gang at such a young age. The girl is a natural. He shuts his eyes close and absorbs her words, tries to make them his reality. He wishes he had her gut, her boldness. He feels guilty. He should man up the way she womans up on a daily basis. 

She grunts. “ing chaebols.”

She stands up and towers over him. “I’m done with your moping around! So what if you can’t get your parents’ approval? So what if they dislike you hanging out with a girl gang member? them! everybody! Did they ever care about you in the first place for you to care about their opinion so much? You’re you, so keep doing you!”

Her pep-talk lifted his spirits up a bit. He stands up and smirks. “You sure swear a lot for a girl.”

He knows she hates when people use the like-a-girl speech.

She snarls before latching on to him. “I’ll show you how a girl swears!”

 ENTRY NUMBER THREE

"Untitled" - HeeChild

no specific pairing

There was a time when I was afraid of eternity. The eons have passed across my eyes far too many times and far too quickly, and I have been alone in my place in the sky, watching as planets and worlds are born, watching as stars come and go, but never staying there with me. 

Eternity is lonely. 

This is how it was for my entire time of existence, wishing that I were anyone else and not this person who remains here and watches life go on with what feels to be a tear on my face, but if it truly was a tear, it wouldn't even be there, because my body burns all it touches to ash. Therefore, it is not a tear and is merely a figment of my sorrowful imagination.

I thought that I was lost, until I witnessed his birth. 

The moon is eons younger than I, and yet there is an attraction to him that I cannot deny, pulling me in although I am incapable of moving from my position here in space, my duties stronger than any attraction and the metaphorical chains binding me here unbreakable, unbendable.

He is cold, ice hidden under layers of a stony exterior, while I am flames, an untamed star that burns brighter than any other. So, then, the flames of my existence are different than the ice of his existence, an exact opposite, meaning that even if we were to meet, we could never even touch, or near one another, for that matter, as I would either melt him away or his ice would suffocate me and the loss of oxygen would be my undoing. 

It would be a beautiful death, indeed. 

We saw each other close-up only once, during an eclipse when his eyes met mine and I saw myself reflected in flickering lights that crossed his gaze, even as he smiled. It was the first time that I saw myself, and I saw myself as he saw me. In his eyes I am as beautiful as he is in mine, and although the two of us are miles apart, we are perfect for one another, a realization that passed between us with no need for words. 

When the times that make me sorrow and withdraw from the sky, hidden by the clouds and winds, that one memory moves me forward again and pushes me to push on, as hardships are momentary and, I am reminded, in the next eclipse, I can see him again, crossing through the same sky as I.

That memory is my sanctuary, my defense, my lifeline when I feel that I shall crumble from the pull of passing time. It is a shield, a wall, a way for me to protect myself. I feel better-protected than I have ever been, because having something to look forward to gives me a purpose to go on. 

Life was miserable when I lacked a purpose in my existence. 

I am no longer afraid of eternity.

ENTRY NUMBER FOUR

DISQUALIFIED

ENTRY NUMBER FIVE

"Your Eyes" - Jimin-Hw0412

Jisoo+Jihoon

"Jihoon-ah, Lee Jihoon~" Jisoo nudged Jihoon, the smaller male groans and finally opens his eyes. "What?" Jihoon asked with an annoyed tone. "What the heck happened to you? You look like ." Jisoo said, touching the bruise on Jihoon's cheek. "It's nothing,  okay? I just... got into a fight with you know... Yoongi." Jihoon explained. "JUST?! THE HECK, JIHOON!" Jisoo shouted, "Sheesh, the is wrong with you?" Jihoon asked, furrowing his eyebrows, "I mean, the wound isn't that bad." he added. "Says you. Jihoon, you're my everything and—" "Gross man." Jisoo's sentence was cut off by Jihoon, "Whatever, what I'm trying to tell you is that you have to take care of yourself. Why would you even fight a Min Yoongi?" Jisoo asked. "He called me short." Jihoon pouted, "But he's short." Jisoo said and Jihoon chuckled.

"Jisoo-ya, you should take care of yourself as well. You're ed up, man." Jihoon said to his boyfriend, beaming his smile and holds Jisoo's hand. "Am not!" Jisoo fights back and pouts. "Says who?" "Says me."

–Flashback–

Before Jisoo met Jihoon, he suffered from delusional disorder. His boyfriend, Jeonghan, died in a crash a year ago. But a day after, he sees Jeonghan next to him, like Jeonghan's alive. He was in this mess for almost 9 months and then Jihoon came into his life.

Jihoon on the other hand, had a different story. His ex, Seungcheol, is a brutal and abusive guy. He was dragged into fights and had almost committed suicide. Jihoon dated Seungcheol because if he doesn't, who knows what might happen to him. He learnt how to fight and stuff and one day, Seungcheol's car crashed. Seungcheol was badly injured and that's how he met Jisoo.

–Flashback end–

Jihoon and Jisoo barely knew each other until Wonwoo set them up on a blind date. Jisoo talked about himself and Jihoon did the same. They promised to be friends and magic happened. Jisoo soon forgets Jeonghan and Jihoon is no longer being chased by a flock of mafias. They were just fine until Jisoo got kidnapped by a mafia.

After that happened, Jihoon confessed to Jisoo and Wonwoo felt proud. "I'm not short, Jisoo, I'm just not tall enough." Jihoon complained and Jisoo let out a chuckle. "I know,  Jihoonie. I know." Jisoo said, ruffling Jihoon's hair. Jihoon smiled at his boyfriend and pecks his lips. "Don't get into fights next time, okay?" Jisoo asked, "Okay." Jihoon replied.

"Wow! Look at the couple! You guys look like you're about to get married next week." Wonwoo appeared. "Really?" Jisoo smiled, wrapping his hand around Jihoon, making the smaller blush. "I don't care." Jihoon said, "Says Mr flaming cheeks." Wonwoo teased, making Jihoon look more like a tomato. "Hajima!" Jihoon complained, pouting cutely as he hides behind Jisoo.

Jisoo gestures Wonwoo to leave and after he left, Jisoo turned to Jihoon and pecked his lips. "Don't hurt yourself, okay?" Jisoo said to him as he kissed Jihoon's bruise. "Okay." Jihoon said.

ENTRY NUMBER SIX

"Solar Eclipse" - gaksitalGaksital

L+Naeun

As the Sun, Kim Myungsoo viewed the earth with great enthusiasm. He was loved by all and spread this consistent warmth everywhere he climbed across the horizon with Dawn and her rosy fingers. A melting glow of gold would sparkle upon emerald fields, twinkle on crystal clear waters, and be the cause of laughter on lands that were once asleep. 

However, no one knew that despite the sweet smiles, and the gregarious conversations, and the wondrous sense of adventure, Myungsoo’s heart was in torment. Why that was became quickly known by many. He was in love with the ethereal beauty of Son Naeun. With her silver hair like the milky way and her dress made from stars, she would sparkle when his sunlight reflected off the shadows of her soul. 

However, though he could view her, he could never be with her, and that was because she was the Moon. He was forced to see her dance across the earth, out of reach but the kindness of her eyes pierced into the deepest chambers of his heart. How he longed to hold her in his arms. She had no company but the stars because when Myungsoo fell off the edge, the world was left in darkness and slept again.

He was in love with her, and from the mysterious glint in her eyes, he knew she loved him too. While the world remained awake, Myungsoo reached out his hand one day. Naeun was passing by in his direction. 

Her pale fingers intertwined with his bronze ones and in that instant, her shadow blocked his light, leaving the world in darkness. 

“Your darkness attracted me,” he admitted, “I never thought the Moon could be so beautiful.”

“As I relished in your light,” she replied, “I was left in the darkness of space, but to be noticed was all I ever wanted. Please, could you be my friend for eternity?”

“Not just till eternity, even after it ends,” he promised. 

In each other's gaze they locked into a tight embrace, and remained that way. However, they were unaware of how destructive their union became for the world. 

So did the gods snatch Naeun from his arms and left him immobile on his side, to only rise and fall from the horizon. However, they could do nothing about love, and love was such a force that transcended the powers of time, space and magic. It was a miracle born out of a thousand miracles. It was the fuel that kept the cosmic lovers willing to remain alive.

As long as her eyes were full of love for him, his soul was at ease.

Though Myungsoo was forced to watch his love from afar, her gaze healed his weary heart, and he relished the moment, no matter how many years she passed by, she finally had a few hours in his arms at unexpected occasions. Though destructive, the people admired their colours of their love.

Such an event became known as The Solar Eclipse.

 ENTRY NUMBER SEVEN

"Your Smile" - kitkat2099

Taeyang+Daesung

As they sat on the couch watched a movie Youngbae couldn’t help but stare at Daesung, or at his eyes rather. It had become a habit of his. Staring and looking deeply into the other’s eyes before saying something to prompt the younger to break into the smile he loved, or better yet laughter, causing Daesung’s eyes to become completely lost in tiny adorable crescents.

There was a time when Youngbae feared that Daesung’s smile would never return. It had hurt him to see his bandmate, his dongsaeng, suffer that way. It hurt the whole group. Daesung was their smiling angel, and for months it seemed his smile would never return. He was glad that time was over and even more glad that the group’s bond as a whole seemed to be strengthened. What made Youngbae the happiest though was the effect on his relationship with Daesung.

“I don’t want to hide my feelings for you anymore hyung,” Daesung whispered as he leaned forward pressing his forehead to Youngbae’s, looking into his eyes briefly before closing them as he continued to speak. “I love you. I mean I am in love with you. I… I hope you are okay with that.

“So much has happened with our group, and I want to start this new beginning, this new start, fresh. Without any more secrets,” Daesung continued talking. Youngbae feared if he didn’t stop him soon that Daesung might never stop his stream of nervous words.

Chuckling to himself, Youngbae took action, kissing the other full on the mouth, effectively stopping Daesung’s babbling and confirming his mutual feelings at the same time. 

Daesung looked away from the movie to look back at his hyung, who was still eyeing him closely. “Is everything okay, Babe? You are staring,” he questioned, though he already knew what the response would be.

“I am fine Daesung-ah, can I not just look at you?” Youngbae replied, grasping the hand that was placed on his leg and lacing his fingers to fill the spaces in between. He looked down at their joined hands and placed his other hand on top as he looked up and looked into his boyfriend’s beautiful smiling eyes. He couldn’t help but smile and was pleased to be rewarded with the smile he had been waiting for. It made his heart skip a beat, without fail, every time. 

Daesung turned and faced the smaller man next to him. “You know, Hyung. As sly as you think you are, I have figured out this routine of yours, many years ago.” He couldn’t help but laugh at the surprised look he was gifted with. “I don’t mind though. Just being with you makes me smile, and smiling at you gives me the greatest reward.”

“And what might that be?” Youngbae asked.

Daesung placed his free hand on the elder man’s cheek as he replied. “I get to see you, smiling back at me, and if that isn’t reward enough, then I don’t know what is.”  

ENTRY NUMBER EIGHT

"Salvation" - Amalya

Mika+L.Joe

Red. It was all around him. Flowing through him, clouding his vision, saturating the very air. It stained his albino hide and christened his dull, golden horn. It was the color of his eyes as he searched vainly for his next target amidst the wastes of whatever battlefield he’d found himself upon. Whispering taunts of the slain drove him relentlessly onward, urging further madness.

Death.

Destruction.

Mayhem.

Nothing at-

“Byunghyun!”

Time stopped and his four legs quivered when the unicorn froze, statuesque in his fixation. Dainty ears swiveled to the sound, his equine head turning a second later.

There.

He was here.

He’d come back.

“Enough. You can stop now,” the other called, raising one elegant hand towards him. Wavy black hair framed a pale face with dark blue eyes. The easy smile hid behind parted lips while his brows furrowed in concern.

Blue eyes held his and the red receded, fading into muted shadows and dull air. He in a breath and tasted Mika on the wind: pure conscience and fierce, unwavering determination. Byunghyun stumbled towards the gentle, beckoning hand, hooves dragging on the ground as he moved.

‘I’m coming,’ he wanted to say, but this form wouldn’t allow the words to be spoken. White mist swirled, clouding his vision again. Alabaster fur dissipated like a cloud and the weight on his head lifted. “I’m coming!” Byunghyun gasped as he lurched through the beguiling fog, lacking in clothes and still covered in red. Weary beyond belief, his two legs felt inadequate and he stumbled with a muted cry, losing sight of Mika for a moment. Red began to seep in as the whispers returned, insidious in their musings.

“Byunghyun!” the soft voice cried again. And this time, warm hands caught him, paying no mind to the stains on his albino skin. Strong arms pulled him against a solid chest, hiding his face from the world. “I’ve got you,” Mika whispered, lips brushing against silver hair.

“I thought you were gone,” Byunghyun admitted, curling like a child into the other’s embrace.

“Of course not,” he laughed once, reaching down to draw Byunghyun’s face up. Pink eyes met blue and serenity blossomed in the unicorn’s chest like the first time he’d seen the other man. s held no sway over the Tainted, but Mika’s eyes had salvaged what was left of him; they’d seen all that he was and had done, but held no judgement, seeing possibility instead of reality. Under his gaze, the whispers could not touch Byunghyun. His world became more than red.

Within Mika’s sight, Byunghyun was both man and unicorn, Tainted and not. “What did I do?” he wondered aloud, eyelids flickering closed as Mika’s forehead touched his.

“Nothing,” Mika promised with a whisper, letting his gaze trail over the form. 

He doubted at first, but when Byunghyun looked for himself the stains were gone, leaving naught but unblemished skin. Byunghyun laughed once and wrapped himself around Mika, determined to never let him go again.

 ENTRY NUMBER NINE

"Twinkles" - kimkimsara

Taeyeon+Tiffany

“Hi Taeyeon.” Tiffany greets the petite blonde girl who sits on the floor, in the middle of the room she just entered. The latter does not seem to hear her greetings; keeping all her focus to the sketchbook on her lap.

This is not the first time Tiffany does not get any attention from the latter when she enters the room. Every time Taeyeon has her sketchbook with her, she never pays attention to the anything around her. Tiffany smiles bitterly as she continues her step to approach the blonde. She taps her shoulder softly, trying not to scare her. A soft gasp is heard as Taeyeon turns her head.

“Hi!” She smiles widely once she finds out it is Tiffany who is in her room. “How are you?”

“I am good. Thanks for asking. How are you, Taeyeon?” Answers Tiffany as she beams her eye smile at Taeyeon.

Taeyeon doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, she takes her time and stays silent for a while, trying to find out how is she feeling at the moment. “I am happy to see you.” She finally answers with a dorky grin plastered on her face. Tiffany smiles wider as she sees the twinkle in Taeyeon’s eyes. She loves to see how much the blonde seems so happy whenever she sees her.

Tiffany then takes a seat besides Taeyeon, peeking the sketchbook on the latter’s lap. “What are you drawing?”

Taeyeon takes her time again to answer Tiffany’s question. Shifting her gaze from the eye smile girl to the sketchbook in her hands, she frowns at her own drawings and Tiffany knows Taeyeon’s mood is changed. “The same. The usual.” She answers gloomily. No more twinkles in her eyes.

Tiffany knows what it means, it is not the first time she sees the drawing: five people in a room, the all four are laying on the floor while the last one stands up, crying. She takes the sketchbook from Taeyeon’s laps and closes it. “Taeyeon.” She calls out softly.

The latter shifts her attention back to Tiffany and smiles again as her eyes get the twinkle back. “Yes?”

Tiffany smiles along. It is enough for her to see the twinkle in Taeyeon’s eyes every time they are together. “Let’s go to the recreation room.” She states softly as she takes Taeyeon’s hand while standing up.

Taeyeon looks at their holding hands and notices the ring in Tiffany’s finger. “I still wonder why do we have same rings.”

Tiffany gulps but she manages to get her composure; smiling once again to Taeyeon. “What if I tell you these are couple rings?”

Taeyeon laughs hard at the question but then grins widely. “You are crazy, doctor!”

Both girls get out of the room and walk to the recreation room, leaving the two guys who keep their eyes on them.

“Is it true that Taeyeon is Dr. Hwang fiancée?”

“It is. They were about to get married when Taeyeon’s family got murdered.”

“Poor Taeyeon.”

“Poor Dr. Hwang.”

 ENTRY NUMBER TEN

"Carve My Name Into Your Soul" - Minini

Luna centric

Luna clicked the door close behind her, taking a sigh of relief once she was home. In a moment, the professional attitude seemed to slide away from her small frame, shoulders slouching and hair disheveled. 

She took off her shoes and started ing her shirt, eager to lie down and rest. It was a small whimper that made her turn to the figure in the single bed. Curled up like a small child, tangled in the sheets, small noises coming from the back of his throat. Her tired features softened and she walked up to her lover. 

She ran her fingers through his hair, holding the soft brown locks just tight enough for him to wake up and realize she was there. 

"Hey." she murmured, planting a small kiss on his forehead. 

"You're back." 

His voice trembled. It was so fragile. Just like him. The fragile creature in front of her, still entangled in the sheets, still hugging himself. 

"Did you have a bad dream again?" 

He nodded. 

"I saw... I saw blood. There was so much blood. And... My friends, they were dead. All of them. I was so scared." 

"What about me?" she whispered, hand moving to caress his face. 

"You... You weren't there. I was alone- I, I was scared... And then I couldn't see anymore."

His voice broke on the last syllable, sobs slowly racking his chest. Luna gently pushed his head up and let her free hand hover near his empty eye sockets. 

"Baby, you are scared of seeing more blood, right? You know you never will again. Just think of me. Have the eyes of your mind full of me. If you can't see them, they can't scare you." 

Soon, his fingers were reaching for her, running through her hair, cupping her cheeks, brushing over her nose. She closed her eyes and let him picture her as best as he could. She knew he didn't need to see her to know every pore on her skin. His hands got less frantic, but kept exploring her face, then moved on to her neck and shoulders before he let his hands retract. Luna smiled as she watched the man relax and lie down again, the up-and-down heaving of his chest much more regular. 

"Thank you." he whispered, rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb. Luna closed her eyes and smiled at the contact. 

"For what?" 

"Because you're here." 

"Are your eyes full of me?" 

"Yes. They are. You're beautiful." 

"Do you want to sleep again?" 

He hesitated. Luna sighed, kissing his fingers one by one. 

"If you get bad dreams, remember that you can't see them. And if you hear them and the noises scare you... I will be there." 

She took his other hand and played with it for the briefest of moment before kissing it too. 

"I will cut your ears off, too, so you don't have to hear them. You know I'll always be there for you."

ENTRY NUMBER ELEVEN

"Transparent" - DGNA_Forever

Chen+Lay

Yixing watched Jongdae prepare for his mission, frowning. It had been just one month since he had been shot, and his friend wasn't completely healed. He was strong, though, and that was the most important part. "Are you wearing a vest? I wish I could go with you, but I was ordered to stay here and work on other things," Yixing frowned. "It should be the other way around, honestly. You're still injured." 

Jongdae laughed, wincing as he touched his side at the action. Yixing shook his head, knowing he was still hurting. It was obvious to him.

Yixing watched as he gathered his things, wishing he could stop him. Jongdae was always so good at hiding his pain, whether it was physical or emotional. They had both been through so much and had lost friends, in the process. Jongdae never showed pain outwardly, but Yixing could see it, hidden deep inside, where all of his insecurities and fears stayed, embedded in his mind and locked away. Yixing had known him for fifteen years, and knew that it was all a facade. He would drag it out eventually. 

Stepping over to his friend, he smiled at him, touching Jongdae on the hand, relieved that his own weren't shaking. "Just be careful. I couldn't bear to lose you, babe." The last word slipped out before he could stop it, knowing that it was coming from his love for the other man. 

Jongdae smiled at him, studying his face. "I will. I AM afraid, but this is how I can overcome my fear and get back into this, you know? That's why I have to do this. Don't worry! I'll come back. This is a simple mission!" He grinned again, his eyes lighting up. However, Yixing could see his pain and worry behind them, knowing that he was being strong, as always. "I'll be careful...and Come back to you. Maybe we can talk about other matters then. We'll see." 

Jongdae was quiet for a moment, but nodded. "Yes, we can. We'll figure it out...when I get back. I'll see you later, okay?" 

Yixing nodded, biting his lip. He wanted to kiss his friend, but refrained from it. That wouldn't be a smart move, especially since Jongdae was just now getting back to work. "Just be careful, Jongdae." 

"I will," Jongdae squeezed his hand, smiling again. Yixing could still see the worry there, hidden in his soul. "I'll be back this evening." 

Yixing nodded, chewing his lip again. "You had better. I'll be waiting for you." 

"Good," Jongdae replied softly. "I'm counting on it," he winked at his friend, turning and walking out the door. Yixing stared at the door after he left, knowing he had to trust his friend. He would be sure to talk about other things later. He wouldn't wait another day. 

*

The day passed slowly for Yixing, and he was worried about Jongdae the entire time. That evening when Jongdae returned, he hugged him tightly. He was safe.

ENTRY NUMBER TWELVE

"Will Never Forget You" - Caniwi

Chanyeol+Baekhyun

Chanyeol hates time.

He despises how time can undo every spell cast on a human, as if it had never existed in the first place. He detests how the bravest of warriors succumbs when faced with the merciless hands of death. He hates how even the most beautiful flower withers away, just to satisfy the infinite circle that is time. But, most of all, Chanyeol hates time because it's what takes away everything he loves. 

The cemetery remained quiet as the tall man's aura filled the place with a suffocating air. Even though the funeral had already ended, Chanyeol couldn't move from his spot, as if his feet were rooted to the spot. 

Pure sadness emanated from Chanyeol as he stood by the grave that belonged to someone he would have given his own life to protect—but sadly couldn't in the end—as he held a bouquet of pink carnations in his hands. Chanyeol bent down towards the ground to place the flowers inside the empty vase he had brought with him for the burial. After positioning the flowers, Chanyeol took a moment to stare at the lifeless cement that now hid the body of the most beautiful man he had ever known, Byun Baekhyun.

Baekhyun, who used to be so full of hope—of life, of warmth, something that felt so close, yet so impossible to reach for Chanyeol, as the tomb that stared at him only projected an atmosphere deprived of emotions—of love. There was only death in that place, and Chanyeol felt sick of rage and grief because someone as chaste as Baekhyun shouldn't be contained in there. 

Baekhyun, who only had to smile to cure every cicatrice in Chanyeol's spirit. Baekhyun, whose name gave birth to butterflies who made a home in Chanyeol's heart, making him feel like he was flying every time that exquisite label rolled off his tongue. Baekhyun, who only needed to connect his bright eyes with Chanyeol's obscure ones to hide the dark times and the wounds that had been shaped by life. 

Chanyeol stood up. His limbs felt numb as the air softly caressed his face, and, as strange as it may sound, the suave touch of the wind made him recall Baekhyun's hands. His hands, that used to flow through his body, leaving no place untouched. Baekhyun said he took delight in touching Chanyeol's body because he adored the sensation of the taller man's body heat and heartbeat on his palm. According to Baekhyun, it made loneliness and pain disappear. 

Chanyeol never had the chance to tell him that he was the one that made the agony vanish, that he was his hope. Without Baekhyun, there's no sweet dreams. Without Baekhyun, ''forever'' is just a word, not a promise. So Chanyeol cries as the dead observe him lament, regret every smile he missed, every chance he didn't take. Because Baekhyun is gone, together with his final words, ''I love you Chanyeol, I always did and I always will.''

ENTRY NUMBER THIRTEEN

"untitled" - SavorySins

Daesung+TOP

Seunghyun just couldn't for the life of him understand why Daesung couldn't see how in love with him he was. 

How he could've missed his long lingering stares of affection, or how he volunteered his services just to be alone with the man.

For the life of him, he couldn't understand. That is until the day he accidentally overheard an argument with his lover.

The cracking in the younger's voice, and the way he begged the other man to “just come back home.” Was like a knife in the heart, but to hear the man say no in the most definitive and coldest of tones followed by the broken sob that managed to escape his dongsang's mouth absolutely destroyed Seunghyun. 

In that moment, he knew he had to do something, and walked into the room. He could hardly recognize the other because he was so broken…so small…so lifeless. 

Seunghyun walks over, careful of his movements lest he frighten the younger into closing himself off.

“Dae, I heard yelling. Is everything ok?” He asks smoothly. Careful not to allow his voice to betray his emotions. It was hard feat, but one that needed to be done. He needed to be strong for Daesung…HIS Daesung.

“Why doesn't anyone love me, hyung?” Came the heart wrenching reply.

“That's not true at all…,” Seunghyun starts out slowly. “Iloveyou…” He finishes quickly. There, confession done. Only Dae didn't seem too thrilled, and the notion was only confirmed by the bitter laugh on his lips.

“You're my hyung, hyung, you're supposed love me…or at least like me.”

Silence.

Then…

“Daesung, I am your hyung, and I do love you. But not out of obligation. I love you because it is impossible to find anything NOT to love about you. All of your flaws…all of your strengths, they've combined to make you into the man that you are today. I’ve witnessed you at your best, and also at your worst and I have never left your side. When you smile, my world lights with a never-ending glow, but when I see you like this, broken and helplessly pining after a man that doesn't deserve you…my world is in shambles. And I wonder:

Why can't I take his place? Why can't that be me? I'd never make him feel so low.

So yes, I do love you as a hyung. And even if you don't want me, I'll continue to. But I promise that if you would just let me love you like you deserve to be…this…will NEVER happen again.”

Daesung looks up at his hyung suddenly seeing the elder in a new light. Things that used to didn't make sense suddenly fit perfectly. But now that he's bruised, he's afraid to try so quickly. Something the older seemed to pickup on.

“There's no rush.” He starts, holding out his hand. “Just take my hand, and I'll take things from there.”

Daesung reaches for the elder letting him pull him into his arms whispering promises of better days.

ENTRY NUMBER FOURTEEN

"untitled" - YuYuan

Gdragon+Sohee

The wood seems to groan with him, when her delicate body thud against the door frame. The creaking sound concerned him a little. Maybe he had pinned her a bit too harsh, but his worries were soon forgotten when her sweet red lips crashed against his and demanded his attention to swift back to her.

This was special to him, he didn’t allow just anyone to enter in his sacred second home, the studio. Half his life and the whole metamorphose from the common neighborhood boy with the crooked teeth to a rather handsome guy, now noted for his good sense in fashion. And it was here and only here he could strip the skin-tight overall and the pretty mask off his face. He didn’t need to sugar coat or sweet talk, he didn’t need to be perfect, at least not in his outer appearance. Yet this place still held a lot of pressure, after all he was the leader, the songwriter, the composer and the producer of Big Bang. He was responsible for the songs to do well and succeed. Therefore any kind of distraction was strictly forbidden by himself, as he was his harshest castigator. Yet she was different, as he broke his own rule so often for her that he stopped counting. Her pouty lips, her puffy cheeks and the almond shaped cat eyes, she has been his inspiration and muse for such a long time. Not always happy times, there were a lot of hardships and still it was always her and only her he ended up with. He was at his worst and he knew, he wasn’t pleasurable to be with right now.

Sleep deprivation was just the top of the list that goes on. He couldn’t remember the last time he showered, his hair were more than greasy, his skin was oily, from the junk food he has been eating, and there were probably some break outs. Not to speak of that the kiss he just shared must have tasted like a mixture of cigarettes and coffee, because that’s the only thing he had been consuming since a while. She didn’t wince or budge, and the passion she put in this almost desperate kiss was by no means inferior to his. They parted only because they had to catch their breathes, a moment he takes to enjoys the view of her sore kissed lips, and even more her sparkling lust filled eyes. 

“I love you”, she whispers and words never felt as honest to him. Because he could feel the sincerity and see it in her eyes. Even right now, even with all his flaws and failures, and despite the unmasked unprettiness she truly does. There was something about the way she loves him that made him feel so giddy, and worth to be alive that no one else ever could. He knew he was screwed because even if he tried he would never truly get away from the captive beauty of Ahn Sohee.

ENTRY NUMBER FIFTEEN

"untitled" - fefedove

Suga centric

“Look at me.”

The wind howls, muffling the creaking ruins and strangled gurgles.

“Just open your eyes, look at me,” Yoongi urges. 

Humanity may be ending, but another superior species will take over. Earth may be ending, but the universe stretches beyond infinity.

Yoongi’s entire world now lies still in his arms. He just wants to see those dark shining eyes, those smiling crescent moons. He wants to fall into them in infatuation and become lost with love. Anything to forget the state they are now in. Anything to keep his world from falling apart. 

“Look at me, please.”

The boy twitches; faint movements that thrum at Yoongi’s heartstrings. 

Lashes flutter before revealing pale eyes. Yoongi’s heart somersaults, catapulting to heaven and sinking to the deep, deep sea. The rheumy blue eyes can’t seem to focus and dazedly search all over.

Yoongi grasps the boy’s face. “I’m right here,” he breathes. “Please . . .”

Please what?

He doesn’t know what he’s pleading for. There are no gods left for him to plead to. He just wishes that please . . .

Another twitch, stronger, and Yoongi embraces with all his might, trying to trap this soul from floating away.

“I’m sorry . . .” the boy makes out.

“Sorry for what?” Yoongi cries. He tears his gaze away from those eyes and stares up at the blazing sun. The boy had once said that looking at bright light would make the tears go away. So Yoongi always looked at the boy—the shining star—but now he just can’t anymore. 

“We were gonna be safe. I let that guy-”

“Shut up.” Any type of emotion feels wrong at this moment. Is he even allowed to feel right now? “Shut up, please.” He tries to feel, to remember how the boy filled him with happiness and warmth, to remember how the boy felt. 

“Sh . . .” Yoongi puts a finger to the boy’s lips.

The boy smiles sadly and speaks against the finger. “You should get away from me before . . .”

Yoongi breaks, fine lines starting in his ribs until he’s a skin bag of shattered pieces. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” he insists. “I’m going to stay here and hold you and I don’t care what you do.”

Twitches grow into shudders. Yoongi tries to hold on, but his desperate embrace feels like a dysfunctional straightjacket. It’s not working and the end is coming. Both know, but Yoongi refuses.

“We’ll get to Busan,” he struggles to say with confidence and a smile. “If it doesn’t work, we’ll stay in Daegu for the time being and-”

He breaks off to a weak nudge. Yoongi leans down to make out the whisper. He thinks he knows what the boy is trying to tell him with his lips and he says it back.

One kiss, I love you. 

Two kisses, I love you forever.

The boy in Yoongi’s arms convulses and stiffens. 

A bite on his neck, forever and ever.

PROMPT NUMBER SIXTEEN

"The Forest" - Soohya

Krystal centric

Soojung detested the enchanted forest. She detested every forest, actually. Years ago she swore on her sanity that she will never step a foot inside it because that’s where her best friend wandered when they were five years old. He disappeared and never came back. However, when she made that promise she didn’t know that there will be a day like this one. When she willingly jumped over the fence separating her village from the forest, running away from the people that were following her. 

She was chased by the furious villagers. When she arrived to the wire fence while running away, she jumped over by instinct, because she knew, she knew they wouldn’t follow her. No one entered willingly in the enchanted forest because they were afraid of it’s protector spirit that kills everyone who steps inside. Soojung, however, felt like the forest might be the safest place at the moment.

She was running with burning lungs, bleeding wounds, throbbing head and eyes that were often losing focus in the darkness. She didn’t stop though, and just made her way deeper in the eerie forest. It was dense, and she bumped in trees, branches, or tripped over roots and stones. 

Now deep inside, where probably no human stepped in years, she stopped. She let her body fall on the ground beside a tree, and she was on the verge of passing out, body slack, chest heaving up and down, but never catching enough breath. She had tears in her eyes for the first time in seventeen years. For years she endured the villagers’ verbal torture, hateful stares, the fact that some people spit in her direction- that she was not welcomed. And now, when they were accusing her for being a witch and trying to kill her, she was fighting for her life. 

Here the trees weren’t so dense. She could see a bit of the light of the moon and rocks, and a cave from a few feet away from her. She sensed the presence of another creature. The chills ran down her spine at the low and hushed growl coming from inside it. She caught a glimpse of two golden eyes. The thing approached, finally letting itself being seen. Dark fur, soft moves, and a powerful aura. 

A wolf.

She shuddered, and mentally screamed at herself to get up, but she couldn’t. Then, she looked right in the animal’s eyes that bore into her soul right away. She never felt as safe in her whole life as she did that moment. The wolf’s eyes showed the brightest light she had seen in her life, and it was the very first time she’d been looked at with loyalty and so much love. She saw herself, and like magic, it made her forget all the bad things in her life until now, remembering only the good ones. Then her eyes sparkled of recognition. Her lips parted, eyes never leaving the wolf’s ones that seemed much more familiar now… 

“Jongin...”

ENTRY NUMBER SEVENTEEN

"Another Broken Star" - restless_maknae

Suga+OC

They say that eyes are windows to the soul. Every single time she looked into Min Yoongi’s eyes, she was mesmerized.

His eyes were of the darkest black; lifeless as coal and stern as onyx. Tiny stars dotted his pitch-black sky with the scattered pieces of his soul. Every single one of his memories were written there; carefully carved on the obsidian canvas. His art was incomprehensible, even the greatest minds couldn’t solve it.

His eyes were just as deep and inextricable as the Pacific Ocean. One could see it and one could feel it, but no one could explain it. It was hidden and full of inestimable treasures. It was close but far away at the same time. There was only one way of getting there and there was only one of escaping as well.

 His eyes were maps to the scariest parts of his soul. The journey was only for people who feared nothing because the trails were so deceiving that they led to even darker paths. More dangerous paths. Any source of light was hopeless to find; those fathomless black holes could never light up the way. They could never give hope.

His eyes were the fragile pearls at the bottom of the ocean. They were splendid, glistening yet unbreakable. People called them the most beautiful jewels on Earth. Some even died to get them but most of them refused to search further after only a few attempts. Their beauty was scary; their true value was still unknown but everyone knew that they worth more than people could imagine.

His eyes were the most beautiful lies of history. She had fallen for them and ended up ruining her own life. She was naïve and believed in their glints. Those dark orbs grabbed her and she wasn’t strong enough to resist. She didn’t want to. It was already too late.

“Let her go,” she heard his voice from behind but she thought that it was just her imagination playing another trick on her.

“She loves you, so she needs to die. No one who gets close to you can leave alive.”

“I said let her go!” his voice rose higher and sounded like a terrifying thunderstorm through the silence of the room.

 “And I said that she needs to die,” the older man confronted and she immediately felt strong hands on her shoulders. She struggled to breathe because there was a mask on her face and her hands were also tied, so she couldn’t even move. There was no use of doing so, she knew that she couldn’t escape.

There was a moment of silence.

Then, hasty footsteps. Growling. Sounds of cracking bones. A touch of a hand on her back. A shot.

Darkness. Silence. Weightlessness.

Light. His touch. His eyes.

Min Yoongi’s eyes were the first thing she saw after she had woken up. And it was the last thing she had seen before she became another broken star on the pitch-black sky of his mesmerizing eyes.

ENTRY NUMBER EIGHTEEN

"untitled" - gnohnuj

Moonbyul+Solar

Autumn couldn’t get lovelier. The park was coloured in golden flecks, imbuing a warm delight to the crisp air. Byulyi watched as the black branches of the trees swayed slightly when a light breeze whisked by, her own blonde locks brushing across her face. She swept a hand through her hair, patting it neatly back in place. Byulyi always liked to sit on this bench and watch the seasons change. Autumn was her favourite season, for it provided a warmth that lit her from within. 

Joyful laughter reached her ears and she turned to see a crowd of children huddling together, knitted sweaters catching fallen leaves as they rolled around on the ground. Over at a distance, a couple sat on another bench, sharing a small tub of ice cream. Byulyi watched as the couple fed each other, happy smiles lining their faces, and a pang of longing hit her chest. 

She felt her bench dip slightly and turned to her left to find a girl sitting beside her. Byulyi noticed how she had very pretty eyes. The girl smiled; her smile was charming too. 

“Hello,” the girl said in a melodic voice. “What brings you here alone?”

Byulyi turned away, gazing at the lifeless tree in front of her. She watched as a lone leaf broke off and slowly descended.

Unabashed by Byulyi’s lack of response, the girl continued, in that same lilting voice that made a strange heat emanate from Byulyi’s chest, one that was interestingly warmer than the mellow tones around her, “What’s your name? I’m Yongsun.”

Byulyi continued to watch the leaf with increased fascination. It floated to the ground, blending in with the other dead leaves. 

“You’re awfully quiet, aren’t you?” Yongsun gave a light laugh and scooted ever so slightly towards Byulyi. “You seem like an interesting person. Why don’t you tell me more about yourself?”

Byulyi watched as the fallen leaf trembled with the passing breeze, but did not fly off. It remained resolutely rooted to its spot.

“I hope you don’t find me weird.” Yongsun gave another one of her intoxicating giggles. “I like to strike conversations with people I don’t know, because it’s very fascinating to hear their stories.”

Byulyi turned to look at the pretty girl sitting beside her; there was a warm smile on her face and her beautiful, beautiful eyes were curled into half-crescents. A breeze wafted in their direction and caught her hair in the most breathtaking way.

Slowly, Byulyi raised her hands and signed, I like talking to people too, but most of the time, they don’t understand me.

She watched Yongsun’s face carefully, expecting her smile to falter, or her eyes to narrow in confusion. Yongsun did none of that, instead, her smile widened and she returned in the only language Byulyi knew how to speak, her hands folding excitedly into gestures, I understand you. So what’s your name?

An excited tremor stirred up in Byulyi’s heart. She was wrong, Autumn had definitely gotten lovelier.

ENTRY NUMBER NINETEEN

"Eyes" - Meleodiseu

Minhyuk+Hyungwon

Minhyuk could feel his heart break every time he looked at Hyungwon's desolate expression, his eyes reflecting nothing but pain and sorrow.

Sure, they had the clan, yes, but was that enough? There was still the matter of Hyungwon's father, the abusive man who seemed to only care about what others thought of him. The fact that he would yell insults and throw punches whenever his son did something disagreeable only proved this theory in Minhyuk's mind.

It was slowly killing the light in Hyungwon's eyes.

Eyes that used to reflect happiness, joy, and the cerulean sky.

Eyes that used to be full of Minhyuk and the rest of the clan. The joy of finding kindred spirits in these desolate times.

Now? Now all he could see was sadness. It was killing him and it was reflected by how he couldn't keep the bright smile on his face in the presence of those eyes.

Yet, he noticed that when Hyungwon looked at him when the other probably thought he wasn't looking, Minhyuk saw tenderness and affection- something he previously thought would never reach those deep brown orbs.

“Look at me.” Minhyuk whispered, voice soft and full of affection as he gently cupped Hyungwon's cheeks, the rough cotton of the face mask scratching his palms. The taller, lankier man did so, his pained eyes slowly dragging their way up to meet Minhyuk's steady gaze.

"Hyungwon... you don't need this. You're beautiful without it." Minhyuk offered a tiny smile, hoping that he could see the frown disappear off of Hyungwon's handsome face. He was partially successful as he could see the slight crinkling of eyes, quickly followed by a noticeable wince.

Narrowing his eyes. Minhyuk slowly peeled off the mask. grimacing when he saw the bruised canvas that was Hyungwon's face. He couldn't seem to find the words to express what he was feeling at that moment. Anger, rage, disgust were the main three emotions coursing through him. A somewhat strangled sound came from him and he made to stand up when Hyungwon's large hand shot out and wrapped around his wrist, tugging him back down in a rare show of strength.

"Minhyuk... Minhyuk, look at me." There was a hint of humour in his voice as he repeated his words back at the blonde, the corners of his lips turned ever so slightly upwards. "I-I need you to just look at me." Hyungwon's large hands came up to turn

Minhyuk's stubborn face towards him, hazel eyes meeting deep brown ones. "It's- I-I'm okay." His voice was still shaky yet he conveyed a certain amount of certainty that Minhyuk found himself believing the other.

"When I see you... I'm okay." Hyungwon's deep voice had softened, as if he was remembering something beautiful. "When I see you looking at me, I remember all the good times. I feel happy looking at you and I love it."

The confession took him by surprise, but seeing the smile on Hyungwon's face made it worth it.

BONUS DRABBLE (NOT ELIGIBLE TO WIN!)

 "Okay"

Jiyong+Sohee

Sohee is okay. She always reminds herself of that. She will never be blissful or ecstatic about life, but she will always be okay.

She didn't used to be, not before, not when it seemed that life was like a deck of cards, stacked against her, each turned over to reveal a Joker. A reminder that no matter what she did, she was a joke, a pathetic entity to be mocked by those around her. It took years to realize that their opinions didn't matter to her, and honestly, she doesn't think she could have done it without Jiyong.

He is like she is, not pathetic, but not blissful... simply okay. But unlike her, he admitted that, if only to himself (and later to her). He knew what his demons and the darkness inside of him demanded from his soul, and he reconciled himself to that. He ignored the cutting words and judgemental stares of those around him, and, in watching him, she learned to do so too.

Of course it wasn't immediate, she had to push aside years of ingrained reactions, the desire to hide her true self away and try her best to be what everyone expected of her. They wanted the happy, playful, cute Sohee that she used to show them, the one who seemed so joyful despite her tears underneath the mask. But little by little she gained footing, strangling the demon within with her desire to just be okay. She didn't need happiness, she didn't need to be miraculously better, but she would be okay.

Jiyong helped, too, in his own way. She could be herself around him, let him see past the happy mask and to the darkness inside, the wounds that her soul hid from prying eyes. He let her see his wounds, too, and in that shared understanding, a bond grew. And eventually, love blossomed from that bond, a love built on their shared strength. She knew that maybe she shouldn't rely on him so much, for fear of having her heart broken, but she couldn't help it. The ability to remove the masks and relax around him was just too intoxicating, and it was a drug in which he seemed to share.

Just when she was beginning to think that she was strong enough to stand up and remove the mask, people began to whisper. They had noticed the growing relationship between Jiyong and Sohee, and malicious rumors began to spread. Despite her best efforts, they hurt, and she felt herself begin to slip back toward the darkness, her hand itching to clamp the mask more firmly on her emotions. A cold, closed mask overtook her happy one, and though people whispered about that change, she realized that this actually helped her to deal with them and their ridiculous expectations.

Maybe she couldn't actually remove her mask, but she knew that she could be herself. Not only because of him but because she was stronger than before.

She was truly Okay.