In my camp nano blog post, I mentioned that I was writing a NCT fic for it, called The 7th Sense. I'm so happy with what I've done so far and it's helped me with my writer's block magically, and wahhh. I know not everyone is going to be too excited about me branching into writing other groups, but I a good number of you are. I am by no means declaring that I am posting this now. I plan to finish this project (or get very very close to finishing it) before I post it. I want it to be perfect before I post it on here, it's become so a treasure of mine.

But, I do have something lovely to share and that would be the poster made by, as most of you can guess by now, yongharu21. She made it on the spot (even after I threw a semi-fit the other day and said it wasn't necessary) and I'm so happy with it and the wovles make me asdfasdfasfasfg. Ugh, I just love it so so much.

The 7th Sense is a Mark centric story, that's a werewolf/supernatural au. I'm going to show the poster, a description (which I at writing, so sorry in advance, lol) and a excerpt.

I just find this so exciting and it makes me so happy to share it. I hope some of you will get some enjoyment out of this too.

For those of you who strictly read BTS fics, they do make a cameo in this... but I won't reveal their role, but it's rather important ;p

Nam Yesol is a 21 year old, going on 22 who is taking the last step in finishing her Bachelor's Degree in Education. Student-teaching. She had hoped it would be a quick and easy semester and her life would continue as normal. But, of course nothing ever goes quite as a planned, and she's gets thrown to wolves - quite literally - when she finds out that, not only do werewolves exist, but she's the mate to one of them.
And he just so happens to be one of her students.

Excerpt:

“Why are you even here?”

And his reply was just as infuriating as his previous responses had been. He shrugged, pushing past her and throwing his hands into his uniform pants pocket. He started to head off into the direction of the woods, forcing her frown to deepen, especially when he spoke. “I live in this direction. I was just passing by.”

No. That’s not right.

“You’re lying.”

Her words finally seemed to have an effect on him and he stopped, turning halfway to look at her over his shoulder. “What?”

“I honestly have no idea how I know, but you’re lying to me. And, I want to know the truth.”

His characteristics before this had seemed almost angelic to her, but when the corner of his mouth lifted up into what she could barely describe as a smirk, she questioned just how angelic the boy was. She hated the way that look made her feel.

“Do you really?”