yongguk feels like laughing. maybe he already knew it from the start.

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

daehyun may hear them in the midst of the cascading raindrops, but he knows that they were only delusions that he himself succumbs into. dear sky, please help me please, i beg you, stop this m

they were both damaged by the lies they feed themselves with, and now, it was time to put an end to it.

his throat burned and blood spilled out from his wrist, his sharp cry entangled with someone else's horrendous laugh.  tears were mixed with sweat as his shriek resounded into the night's air.  and he woke up.