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

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

she was a blooming red rose in the midst of all of those wilted flowers.  and in the end, she was the one that would decay into nothing. emotions? that is an extravagance to me

choi minho is still in denial. even after waking from this dream everything seems so vividthe only evidence that it was but a d

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.

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

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.

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.