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01 June 2013 @ 01:32 pm


nichkhun/wooyoung/junho || (dark) au || nc-17
part one - part two - part three - part four - part five


hello, goodbye

nichkhun(/wooyoung) || angst, au || pg-13

Délivre-Moi (set me free)
wooyoung || future/angst || pg-13
part one - part two
09 September 2016 @ 01:03 pm

30 days drabble challenge thingy, which we all know I will fail but I'm still doing it anyway (this is my sadattempt at getting back to writing, ok, tyvm). No guarantee I will be writing and updating everyday, but I will try to fill as much prompts as I can.

There will be 30 prompts altogether (obviously), but for now, I only have 14 of them. The list will be updated soon:

Dream. Red. Melancholy. Dilemma. Beginning. Addicted. Photograph. Sex. Sound. Warm. Bell. Field. Feeling. Stain.

09 September 2016 @ 11:10 am

Junho (/Wooyoung) || au, g || 410w

“Do you know who I am?” the man sitting in front of Junho, says.

Junho doesn’t. Junho’s not even sure how the man got him into this, or whyin the first place, but instead of feeling scared, Junho’s angryof this unwelcomed invasion into his home.

“Doesn’t matter,” he continues. Junho can feel the man smiling as he leans back against the chair. It’s dark in the room, the only source of light comes from the window directly behind the man; a view of the ocean Junho enjoys watching every now and then. Dark clouds are seen rolling in from the distance, angry roar of the waves crashing on the shores the only sound accompanying the silence between Junho and the man.

“What do you want?” Junho asks—demands. The wind blows angrily, scaring the seagulls away and slamming the window open. The man doesn’t flinch, his hair quickly messed up by the wind and for some reason, Junho can see him clearly now—the sharp foxy eyes staring at him accompanied by the smirk of his lips.

“You know what I want, what we allwant,” the man starts. “How much longer are you going to run away?”

“Run away from what?!” Junho shouts. It’s an uncomfortable feeling rising up his throat, a truth he’s hidden away and refused to acknowledge but coming out to haunt him again. He hates it—no—despisesit with all his being and the weather seems to agree with him in the way the wind turns stronger and thunders start cracking.

“That’s enough, Lee Junho!” the man has to shout, too, for him to be heard by Junho. “Stop hiding.”

“Stop!” He abruptly gets up from the chair and closes his eyes shut tightly, covering his ears with his hands. Junho doesn’t want to know, doesn’t want to listen anymore but a cold hand wraps around Junho’s wrist, pulling his hand away from his ear.

“This isn’t real,” the man whispers directly into Junho’s ear.

The wind slows down into a breeze when Junho opens his eyes to see the man standing in front of him, a gentle smile and gaze on his face as he looks at Junho. Junho feels tears escape his eyes.

“Please wake up,” the man says and wipes the tears trickling down Junho’s cheek. Junho swallows and blinks his gaze past the man and out the window.

“We’re all waiting for you.”

The skies start crumbling down.

01 June 2016 @ 01:36 pm

you can just drop the prompt(s) or you can put them in this format:


as y'all know, i mostly write pairings involving khunwooho so i will most probably respond to those. is this a request post? maybe so. doesn't mean i'll write everything, though. more like, as a reference whenever i get writer's block. yeah.