Chay007

To have the ability to see into people's past has no real appeal for the teenager this story is about, letting him only use it as amusement and to show off when he was drunk.

Never look into someone's past beyond a superficial level. 

Never try to find out more than you should. 

NEVER. EVER. LOOK. INTO. THE. FUTURE. 

But everything changed the moment he was forced to look into the future, was forced to investigate the circumstances of a murder, and was forced to make the acquaintance of the victim's twin brother('s fists).  

The more time passed, the more it appeared that the primary reason for this murder wasn't a local, but a global one. 

This single, marred corpse was the beginning of a threat that would shake the world. 

(MC loses a screw when he enters the prison.) BL, first-person view; MC is shuo (perhaps even a reversible couple); love interest falls in love first; both MC and ML are straight, mutual bending, Enemies to Lovers

Many thanks to MelBri for helping so skillfully with any kind of grammar error! (*ˊᗜˋ*)/ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ*

Flip the Coin [BL]

He leaned back in his seat, lowering his head for a second in one fluent motion, before looking into my eyes.

"Alright." Languidly and so damn casually that I felt insulted by him not taking it seriously.

"WHO WANTS TO FUCK YOUR UGLY FAT SISSYMOLE ASS? I HATE YOU, I'LL KILL YOU!" I couldn't suppress it, slamming the speaker against the glass and punching it when it wasn't enough.

"FIRST DEGREE MURDER WITHOUT THE POSSIBILITY OF PAROLE? ARE YOU KIDDING ME, YOU MOTHERFUCKER?!" I was only short on bashing my own head against the glass to show how fucking seriously pissed off I was.

The guards soon hurried to me and slammed me upper-body-down on the ledge on which the bulletproof glass sat. They cuffed me again, this time behind my back.

I just started to scream randomly, and the next time I was pulled up, I saw Henry standing and pressing his hands against the glass, looking at me intensely. He also seemed to press the speaker tightly against his ear.

44. Who wants to?