You guys... I have three things to say:

1) I haven't been on the site for a long while (because I've stupidly strained both of my wrists playing sports) and I am really impressed with the new look AFF has.

ALSO **Forgive me for not updating any of my recent fics—Mom, forbids if I do anything that involves typing.

2) I would like to congratulate WINNER on their debut. I loved their songs. Empty was more of my style, and I think Seunghoon's part in Caller Ring was the best thing I've heard today. Honest.

3) Third thing. While I was away (recovering or whatever) my sister spammed me with hell of a lot of Infinite!

It's not like I wasn't a fan or anything. I am, but she overdid it I had to submit and become obsessed like her. I even believe their song 'Back' is succeeding like it is because of all of my prayers, views, and votes lol. (Hell, I didn't even vote for Block-B whom I am sure deserves a win with 'H.E.R') *sobs*

But... I'm not guilty either.

............................So

She challenged me to write something big, featuring Myungsoo/L + Exo + WINNER and other idols of my liking !!

A dark concept too, since she's evil like that. So I suggested supernatural, and she was down with it.

You guys like horror, even though it gives me endless nightmares, so think I know where this is going.

Right now, my wrists are a lot better, but I can't promise I'll be creating that story anytime soon (Still have to finish up the ones I have, no?) ... But I've written you a little something. It's about 400 words but it doesn't really give away lots of things.

I also have to remind you that I write M/M .. so don't expect a lot of F/M to happen, although it is inevitable.

............................So

Here goes something:

It was nothing but darkness as Myungsoo made his way to the dimly lit tower. He had been there far too many times that it was immensely hard to keep a count at all. Once passed the threshold, it was pitch black darkness. The pupils of his eyes enlarged but there was no point to try and peer beyond the nightfall. It was always black, there was not even a wraith of light.

Myungsoo swallowed around the lump in his throat; the bile in stomach rising at the scent of the deceased. Breathing in the vile scent, he courageously filled his lungs and tried to find hers among the lots of gathered, curious corpses whom were unintentionally blocking his way.

“Krystal. My love?”

She never answered him back from the never-ending spars of black—other voices growled and moaned on her behalf, but not her. All of them were angry… because she was mad at the world. She was mad it had put her down the way it had. He called out her name again and again. Each time terror filled his voice more and more.

She could literally hear his heart hammering on his tongue. Her eyes blurred again, saddened that she could not reply to him—not with words he would understand anyway, she couldn’t.

On caution she approached the beautiful being of the living race. He couldn’t see her and she was grateful for it. She hadn’t wanted to be seen in her current shape anyway—dead and lurking; this is not the image she had wanted her lover to remember her with. He would be startled by her sight which would only wound her more. But at least he knew she was present. Her scent must have alerted him when she planted her small self right in front of him.

Myungsoo smiled. A beautiful, cutting smile and then his eyes narrowed in hopeless attempt of trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness and find her. But she wished not to be seen, and until that changed, Myungsoo was allowed not to see her. Funny she knew that if he was to see her now, he would have screamed from purified terror.

“I want to see you…” his voice was broken with built up fear.

Her smile was weak and she whispered ‘you’re not ready’ … His good smell then drifted past her as he ran for the hills, the door to the tower smacking noisily, announcing his departure. Krystal wondered if her growls were as ugly as her looks too. Loathsome and self-pity clung to her at the striking realization. Now Myungsoo would never come back, she was sure.

Still, she waited on the concrete steps leading down to the door her lover had just exited. She would wait until her lover found a way to bring her past it. She would wait… even if it took forever. She had nothing but time anyway.

What do you think? Please, drop a comment.