"You did not."  "...I did."  Gahyeon buries her face in her hands, groaning, as Siyeon looks out into the garden. The woman wanders, cautiously raising a hand to the deadened plants and looking saddened at their wilted state.  "Of all the ways to piss off your siblings, you chose kidnapping!?" she huffs. "Unnie. They're going to kill you again."  (Aka a quick Hades/Persephone AU of singji, feat some others sorta. Not M but mentions death.)

Baekhyun, also known as the Lord of the Dead, awaits his Spring.

Hell isn't such an unpleasant place. Sehun looks forward to returning to it every year.

The first time Wonpil sees him, he’s not supposed to be there. He watches a few petals fly away with the wind, tracing their path to the very edge of his old realm. There he sees him, standing dark and opposing amongst a field of bodies, souls whisping around him in despair until they are swallowed in the shadows that surround him. Then he turns around, his gaze meeting Wonpil’s and Wonpil’s heart stops.

 “I wanted darkness… I wanted him.”