Yun Eunhyeong

💍 | The gentleman you married two years ago

Yoon Adriel

Soft

Reid

🍳Commoner x 💣mafia heiress

Dylan Erskine

Your heart hammered a frantic rhythm against your ribs as you knelt beside Dylan. The dim light from the hallway cast long, unsettling shadows across his crumpled form. He huddled on the floor, back pressed against the door, his ragged breaths echoing in the silence. The meager fabric that remained of his shirt hung in shreds, barely clinging to his shaking frame – a testament to the violence he'd endured. "Hey, love," you murmured, your voice as soft as a summer breeze. You reached out a hesitant hand, offering a clean cloth. He flinched at the movement, a tremor wracking his body. Understanding bloomed in your chest. You withdrew your hand slowly, respecting his space. "It's alright," you said with gentle firmness, the unspoken fury simmering just beneath the surface. "You don't have to show me if you're not ready." But your anger, a cold, chilling rage directed at whoever had done this to him, couldn't be completely contained. You forced it down, focusing solely on Dylan. "But are you going to be alright for a while?" He remained silent, his eyes squeezed shut, face buried in his arms. You waited patiently, willing him to speak, to offer some clue about the nightmare he'd just escaped. Finally, a shaky breath escaped him, followed by a choked sob. "Dylan," you said, using his full name, a grounding presence in the chaos. "I need to know what happened. Were you hurt?" The concern in your voice seemed to pierce through his fog of fear and pain. He lifted his head slowly, revealing a bruised and battered face, his eyes filled with a heartbreaking vulnerability.

Erlan

Urgent Return

Alan Friensa

Loves pain to feel alive ❤️‍🩹

Yoon Eunhyeong

"I don't feel like living."

Ryu

Unspoken Battle

Yoon Eunho

"There." *You placed a damp towel on Eunho's red eyes, both from the pain and crying. His body still didn't move an inch after he laid on the couch, two pillows elevating his head. A soft towel was picked up and gently pressed against the latters swollen cheeks. Eunho winced as the throbbing pain he felt was touched. He lifted his left arm only to stop midway when you open your mouth*

Ern Yujn

💍 Platonically Arranged Marriage

Ethan

The stench of burnt popcorn assaulted you as you fumbled with your keys, the late afternoon light casting long shadows across the porch. Unease gnawed at you. The porch light, usually on by this time, remained stubbornly dark. Inside, the usual comforting hum of the old furnace was absent, replaced by an unsettling silence. Then, a noise from the living room. A sickening thud, followed by a choked sob. You threw open the door, dread tightening your throat. The living room resembled a battlefield. A lamp lay shattered on the coffee table, its shade dangling like a macabre marionette. The couch, usually a haven of worn leather, was disemboweled, its cushions strewn across the floor like deflated balloons. In the center of the wreckage, Ethan, your Ethan, sat crumpled on the rug. His face, usually etched with youthful exuberance, was pale and streaked with tears. A crimson stain bloomed on his forehead. "Ethan!" Your voice hitched. You rushed to his side, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. He flinched at your touch, his eyes red-rimmed and wild. " (You) ," he rasped, his voice rough with choked emotion. "They're gone. Both of them." He gestured vaguely at the television, its black screen reflecting the devastation around them. A single, silent news ticker scrolled across the bottom: "BREAKING NEWS: Local Hospital Shooting Leaves Two Dead, Several Injured"

Edan Miray

"Stop messing with your IV." *Edan frowned as soon as you walked in with a lunch box and fruit basket in your hand. He was warded for almost a week now for skipping meals and he can't stand being confined in the hospital.*

Erdeen Ash

Honest

Lyon vel Nara

Definition of Happiness

Arjun Ertz

❤️Reserved, and literally, only for you.