Jiyong was a , and that was something she could freely admit. Especially in their early days. She didn't know how Daesung had put up with her, let alone like her enough to become invested. She was just glad he did.

"She's an android. She's just an android, Hongbin." Maybe if he kept repeating it, it would sound more true. "She's metal and hydrolics and microchips. You can't fall in love with a machine. And that's what she- she- That's what it is. It's a machine."

Jackson had hooked up with Namjoon. Mark really wanted to be nasty about him, call BTS' leader out as the clumsy, idiot dork that he really was, but watching the way he made Jackson smile, the way her face would light up whenever he called her or her soft little giggle from the top bunk which meant he'd texted her goodnight back . . . He couldn't bring himself to be that much of an .  (Sorry to anyone who read this before. It's actually finsihed now, properly.)

Jackson was one of those hyungs that Bambam just adored. The man was everything he'd envisioned in his ideal type and then everything else he hadn't thought of and on top of it all, Jackson was an omega. There was only one problem that halted Bambam from confessing to Jackson, for better or worse. That problem's name is Jaebum, his loved and respected leader, and it's Jaebum's mark that Jackson's got on his neck.

Kyungsoo walked down the hallway, heels clicking on the sterile hallway. It was alpha shift on a Monday morning, meaning her turn to look after the eleven subjects of Ward Epsilon. Her inbox had been empty in her office, so she looked forward to getting to spend time with her charges on a more personal level. She would never admit it out loud (more for safety than lack of desire), but she adored them as if they were her own family, even the obnoxious box of noise which was Baekhyun.

Daesung still dreams of ocean currents and distant ringing echoes of song. He stil dreams of the way the black sludge had closed his throat.

Your only saving grace had been that he didn't speak your native language. It had allowed you to limit his knowledge on what your family was saying, but he had eyes and ears and knew full well that the stares, jibberish comments and flippant ignorance weren't friendly. It didn't take him long to stop being hurt and start getting y. 

Jaebum loved her, as broken and convoluted as that may seem. Jackson brought life and colour where there would otherwise be none. To hell with the fact she was a ghost. 

He was angry, and you completely understood why - even agreed with him - but it wasn't doing either of you any good to stay bitter. It wasn't going to make it better, and it wasn't your fault they were like that. You hadn't even wanted to come, he'd been the one to insist. 

Of them all - feeling all of their torment, agony, pain - Daesung hurt the most. There was nothing that could make Seunghyun more desperate than feeling the Siren's descent into hopelessness. 

It was very important to him to meet your family. His family had adored you and now with the ring he'd put on your finger, there was no way you could stall any longer.