Being a teenager is a weird time. Everything is the biggest deal in the world, make one mistake and you're enemies with your best friend, your first love is your last love. It's all so dramatic and confusing. Yixing tells him it's not like a drama, but Taekwoon honestly begs to differ.

You don't need fancy words to tell a story. There's no need for long-winded speeches. A few pixels goes a long way. A series of oneshots and drabbles.

Maybe Taekwoon has always known Wonsik wasn't human.

Taekwoon would hold all of Wonsik's weight. Wonsik would drain all of Taekwoon's toxicity.

Taekwoon is suffering and Ravi is proof of that.

You just need something to take the edge off. Something that will make your head light and your thoughts clearer. It doesn't matter how many you're going to use, as long as you relax. Gotta take the edge off.

You're dying, but it's your own fault. Blind, burnt, drained, fragmented, lagged, frostbitten . . . When you're on top of the world, a notch above everyone else around you, a god, what do you truly have to fear? Nothing . . . Except for yourself.

trash n. 01. anything worthless, useless, or discarded; rubbish. 02. foolish or pointless ideas, talk, or writing; nonsense.

He probably, definitely, without a doubt, should have knocked. Hyuk sees something he's not supposed to and has trouble coping. *if you have trouble reading this on mobile, consider reading it offline or downloading it!

You're going to take me places and you're not going to ask any questions. This is my show. shut up and drive shut up and drive

? curious To be honest, Wonshik didn't know when being so physically close to Taekwoon turned into something that made his palms sweat a litt

After a long night of laughs and getting completely faced together, no one really knew what they were doing anymore. There was only that everyone was too close and breathing was mingled like it was the only thing they could ever inhale again. No one ever talked about it, what they were doing.