They were known as, ultimately, "The Guardians", the twelve forces that balanced peace in the whole universe. But everything has it's downfall. They were known as, ultimately, "The Guardi

"i'm sorry," is all that hakyeon chants, to wonshik, to taekwoon, to hongbin, to sanghyuk's and jaehwan's lost soul. distorted utopia!au

baekhyun vows to never succumb under luhan's words - but he will, eventually, because after all, luhan controls him. no puppet can be detached that long from its master, because the master will always find its puppet, one way or another. distorted utopia!au

kyungsoo just can't get a grip on the hard, painful reality, and then there's jongin who is currently living in his own past, somewhere, out there.

his brittle little fingers claw on his own neck, red lines littering on his alabaster skin. distorted utopia!au

Because the silent night is always the perfect company for a writer's steady keyboard-tapping. We can't control what we do, we can't control about what we think, we can't even stop for those beautiful ideas to leak out in a matter of seconds

oh sehun has given up a long, long time ago. and now, it was the other's turn to finally let go. he gave up. all of those restless nights waiting for him to come and for him to notice sehun, and yet, he still won't

he was just a mere commoner, and the other was the soon-to-be king of his country. and in the end, there is no happily ever after for byun baekhyun. a mere minute earlier, baekhyun's eyes went wide open when the guards announced the wedding o

i ended it, yes, i ended it myself. but how i wish i would be able to pull that decision back, to think thoroughly about it, because now, i can only wail in despair, begging no one to pull me back there, to comfort my friends, my family, the peop

a flicker of flame was all it takes to ignite it all. the first flame was timid and beautiful. the second flame was mystifying and otherworldly. the third flame was bold and daring.

the familiar sensation of the wind brushing his hair locks and the birds flying over him was too overwhelming, all too familiar. something made his heart crack, even though

baekhyun and chanyeol went on stargazing, and, well, chanyeol just can't help but to reminisce about how baekhyun was just so adorably cute, and about how the stars and constellations brought them together.

red, red, red. it's all that he can see. red. he crouches and begs and pleads and screams and shrieks and cries, but all of that cannot repay what he has done. he was a filth. a sin. a killer. a murderer.