Jungkook likes to roam around in public, hiding amongst the regular folk, pretending he's a stranger. He's fascinated with the prospect. The very idea is enough to give him the thrills. But, he never guessed that it will be during this aimless roaming that he would find true love. Sitting by the beach in Terracina, a man with his hood up and a guitar, sings a song with words that reflect some of Jungkook's deepest thoughts, instantly catching his attention. Sparing him

Seven boys wake up in a dark room, blindfolded. They meet each other for the first time when they remove their blindfolds. Everything around them is foreign and cold. A presence lurks in the shadows, waiting for them to make the wrong move. All they know is that they have to escape... Because... Time is ticking.  

When Hanbin opened his eyes, he felt as if he were falling through a tunnel. Flashes of grey edged him towards amnesia. He woke up confused and alone. He panicked in the dark, his hands reaching out in front of him and feeling nothing. "Bobby? JINHWAN?!!" suddenly, a hand slapped over his  mouth, it pulled him towards the ground. He struggled violently. "Sssh. SHUT UP. It's me", it was Junhoe. He seemed afraid , the way he whispered harshly.

SOME CHAPTERS MAY BE RATED M MOSTLY FOR OCCASIONAL VIOLENCE AND MATURE LANGUAGE.   "IT'S JUST WATER" Remember when your mom told you this exact phrase whenever you were afraid to get into the bathtub? Into the pool? When you were afraid to let your emotions show? When you didn't like the medicines and she had to coax you into drinking it?

WHAT IF everything you thought was reality was flipped over? Your face, your race, your company, your breakfast preferences, your songs, your love life, your- ... underwear! EVERYTHING. DESTROYED. Except your memories. In a world where nothing remains as you remember it, you stand alone and watch as your entire being is ripped apart from foundation up!

It sang to me every single night for many years and it helped me sleep. It began when I was five, after my mother's funeral. She jumped out of the window one night and we did not know why. My father told me she was mad.  I believed him. But I cried and cried all day long until I heard that voice. It soothed me. Sometimes, it spoke to me. I grew dependent on it. Then, one day, when I was nine, my father walked

I'm sorry. The title is ridiculous and random. These are basically a collection of drabbles and oneshots of EXO. Some maybe funny, some scary, some angsty and some may just be random crap that popped into my mind while I sing Baby Don't Cry in a really high pitched, cracked voice in the shower. Please excuse any grammatical errors or nonsensical phrases or words I use. Sometimes, I pretend I'm Shakespeare and make a few words/phrases up. (Oh sugar muggles <---