(( 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) 

The fact that this bus was at first driving near the old stripper clubs and bars at which i had seen his mother enter a car with an old man once , made me feel uneasy .it was just that place, corner of a city where all the criminals and poor people were and I didn't like it .

The feeling had just grew worse when we got out at the bus station right there .. we past drunk sleeping guys who took the whole waiting bench by the station as their bed . Penises and insults written all over the walls, broken bottles and old cigarettes almost everywhere .it seemed like no matter if the day was bright or dark . This place would always look like this .

/"come on we shouldn't be walking so slow around here /" he took my arm clinging to it when he took faster steps than he usually took . Despite his limping from his leg .

Sweet-Home