Wings (33 wings stories)
A collection of stories about friendship, hope, love, passion, and IZ*ONE. Read the foreword for some instructions. Unfollowing it will be unacceptable. DISCLAIMER: ALL WORKS HERE ARE OF PURE FICTION. HAVE AN OPEN MIND AND LEA
Kai has more than given up on any kind of happy ending for himself. From partying to constant one-night stands, his life is a downright -show; preferring to drink himself to death. That is until he meets a boy who seems to suddenly want to take care of him; almost like a guardian angel. Even after pushing him away, this stubborn Sehun seems more than determined to get Kai back on track in life. He finds himself slowly falling for this angel, despite his chaotic and dark lifestyle.
People had wings. Casual sized wings that were usually not big enough to carry you, so you can’t exactly fly with it. It’s not exactly tangible so nobody can touch or feel it either; it’s just sort of there, attached to your back like an apparition. It showed how you feel, often times, emotions like sadness or joy could be felt through how the wings look or react to certain things. You could only see
Life at the Citadel had become almost routine for Jimin. Though he wasn't afforded the biological advantages many of his peers had, he had managed to climb the ranks throughout his five years, all the way to a respected captain, in charge of an entire team of soldiers. Day in, day out-his life blurs into an endless montage of skipped classes, running missions with his team, and nights spent awake. It's comfortable. That is - until a mysterious boy throws everything Jimin knows into ch
They all met their demons and embraced them. They were all in Hell In the seven circles of Hell.
"The fifteen year old me who didn't have anything. The world was so big, I was so small. Now I can't even imagine it. Now I can't even imagine myself who used to have no scent, who used to be empty. "Love you my brother. Thanks to my brothers, I now have emotions. I became me. So I'm me. Now I'm me."
s e v e n p e t a l s . s e v e n s t o r i e s . s e v e n p a i r s o f w i n g s Sometimes, you can pour all your blood, sweat and tears into something and the end result will still be failure. Sometimes, no matter how much you try to reach for the sky, it's
It's hard to run away when your greatest enemy is your own mind.
He wanted to run away but knew there was no exit. The room was infinite. It didn’t have anything besides the easel with the painted boy’s picture.