Important: I already posted the first chapter under a different nickname (thealmighty7), but unfortunately I did it just a day before the whole “delete aaaaal the data” thing started. My account was lost just like the story and I can’t even log in. So I decided to make a new one. Don’t know if those subscribers I had already will be able to find my fic again in the afterlight of those changes on the site (I mean that stories are automatically rated, M fics don’t appear in the latest updates etc), but I hope for the best. And guys, stop being mad at Jason, he is doing his best. Peace!

Hi there, my fellow Inspirits, Exotics, whatever fandom lovers and random passers-by! First of all, if you are reading this, then, here, have a cheasy Namu-styled heart, second – please read this before you start the story itself!

1. Boy x boy love. Sometimes fluffy, sometimes scary, maybe even ty here and there. If you don’t appreciate it than maybe this is not your type of fan fiction. Or you just haven’t seen that awesome WooGyu vide….I mean, yeah…not your type of fan fiction.  
2. English. It’s a sad, sad story by the way. Once upon a time my English teachers and later professors (yeah, I’m not a schoolgirl anymore) were more than proud of me. But than one cold dreadful night I met a stranger who changed everything. His name was mr. K-pop and he was obviously a wizard. He was like “Oh, your English is ok you say? Well, let’s change it! Abrakadabra-boomshakalaka-boomratatata-ringdingdong! Boom, from now on you will be able to speak ENGRISH only! Ok, bye!”

Sad, sad story, told ya.

But now, joking apart, guys, English is not even my second language, (it’s the third one), so please be gentle XD. If you are a hardcore grammar Nazi, then don’t, I repeat, DON’T read it.

1. I’m SLOW. I mean not turtle slow, I am a love-line-in-a-dorama-slow, which is way worse, therefore I beg you for being patient. Anyway, if someday you will get furious because of me being a Slowpoke-writer, than you can go and make an alliance with the grammar Nazis. Throw a party and get drunk for me, yaaay.

Hm, guess that’s all. *greasily throws hearts all over the place*

Briefly some facts you should know about the story:

Main fandom: Infinite

Second fandom: Exo. I think I should warn you, that they are the bad guys here. No, not the bad-in-the-first-chapter-cutiepie-in-the-last-one-bad-guys. They really are vicious and my bias is the devil itself by the way. 

Also: definitely Key, T.O.P., others.

Genre: Ugh, so hard to explain. Of course it’s mostly a love story, but it’s also going to be a detective + some action.

Main pairings:

Myungjong in the first place, also Yadong and Woogyu. I’m thinking about adding some devilish and sick Taoris love later, but I’m not sure about it yet. 

So this Ot7 ship is pulling off from the shore. Pipe all hands on deck! Full speed ahead! Ayyay XD

His covered in blood and dust cold fist hit my cheek again. Was that the 15-th or the 50-th cuff – I didn’t care anymore; I already knew that my once pretty face was a disgusting bloody mess. If I die soon (and I certainly will) than keeping my coffin open at the funeral won’t be a bright idea. Like there will be any funeral at all…

My rival’s hands were on my neck now, his fingers obviously leaving huge dark bruises here and there all over the sensitive skin. The boy’s hair was messy and tangled with blood, hazel-brown eyes bloodshot and teary, their look desperate and lost, like he was some wounded animal trying to survive the night in the wild. 

“Why the f@cking hell” his voice cracked almost hysterically “He was after you. You, you, you! Not goddamn me! I was almost there, we could be…” 

Instead of finishing the sentence properly my so called enemy just sat on the ground and buried his pale face in his hands.

I took a deep breath, trying to gather myself up, and then took a shot to turn my head to the boy in front of me.

“Woohyun…hyun…we still have time.”  I tried to sound at least a bit confident, but come on, who was I trying to fool?