(( There's a sequel following but it doesnt end in tension ))


Merely a punk .
That's all I was, an idiot 
telling myself, convincing myself that the world is only a dark broken place. 
The only friends I had were my cigarettes, the drug dealers. Now and then some beers .

I never planned anything or cared for anything since I always knew how pointless everything was . I was one human out of a millions. My existence wasn't worth more than than an ants. 
It's merely a waste of time.

It has always been dark .

until I met a spark.

Beautiful and pure . Something so rare and special that I couldn't take my eyes off of him . Yes him. 
I hated him for changing me .

But No matter how much I tried to push him away .
He wouldnt leave, because he knew me better than I did myself 
he knew I needed him . 
But he needed me too.

Man they thought I was fucked up .
But it's the ones who don't show .

My name is Kim Jongin and 
this isn't my story

It's Do Kyungsoos .

Intoxic Dose (kaisoo) 

I turned around as I sat on the bench . Removing one of my headphone earplugs to see who it was that called me .

Behind the bench he was approaching with his crotches. A smile on his face like the usual, yet it still always reminded me of the contrast it had to the expression he wore when I last saw him before the beating and when he laid on the stretcher. Pale .. empty.

It's been a few days now .. And it was literly like everything hasn't happened at all. A part of me wants him to remember me because he clearly felt something for me but the other part didn't want to make him feel hurt again for what I did ..

My mum has been trying to visit me aswell but I always found an excuse to not see her . I didn't feel like it anymore not after I broke down like that . I just couldn't face her not now .

/"you're not suppose to move around a lot remember ?/"

Beautiful Flowers