That confident gait of his; The aura that somehow is equally aloof yet not to be messed with, The feeling that he might hide but is not stupid, Indeed a dreamer of a future only he could reach /Indeed a plotter who looks zealously at the future And with people so loyal to him that they’d die for him… And apparently he’s the same towards them…

KIM DOKJA DOES NOT KNOW WHY ANYONE WOULD LIKE HIM. He does not understand why the others can’t just hate him. Hate me, because I hate myself. Hate me, leave me, forget me, why are you with me? Why do you still chase me still? Leave me, be safe. You’re safer on your own than with me. Why can’t you hate me? Don’t trust me, I merely make broken promises. (Use the lyrics of why can’t you hate me)

Didn’t realise I had a piece missing till I finally got to you.

The way he looked down at her at that moment, with that open, unabashed grin and mischievous, teasing eyes, she could fall in love in a second. Too bad she’s already fallen far too hard.

Wait. What.

She could swear her face must have turned as red as beetroot with the odd look he gave her.

I dunno how to write romance she says

Me too

Wdym

Didn’t you write

Oh

Shoot

That that wasn’t writing it just came to me

What else is writing if not something that just comes to you???

No, I most definitely did not turn their names into shortcuts.

It all began that fateful day, but let me give you a bit of the background, and set you off on this journey through time, a journey beyond imagination filled with hurt, cruelty, and sadness—but just as much joy, kindness, and beauty, perfected with a touch of adventure, love and friendship. So, let us begin, and learn, the story of two fated lovers.