Lost in the Echo By midnightBee Rating: PG 13 Pairings: (Major)Krisyeol, Myungyeol, Woogyu, Hunhan Summary: When an angel came between the pair of best friends, he didn’t expect to change the fate of the two men. It was a perfect mistake from an angel.
One shot series: (Masquerade; Hunhan story ) Krisyeol story Stigmatized Myungyeol story Dancin' Angels Woogyu story Iridescence Dongyeol story Gardenia Baekyeol story Pantomime Xiuchen story Walkin' Death Sekai storyplanning stage
In the summer: The Butler Also named take me to the place By midnightBee Genre: romance, angst, melodrama Rating: PG Word Count: 24k Pairings: Myungyeol, Woogyu, Hojong Summary: He was always seen as having everything, but to him, he had nothing. He would always bore that cold and indifferent expression, that is, until that summer. He met him.
In the summer: The Butler Also named take me to the place By midnightBee Genre: romance, angst, melodrama Rating: PG Word Count: 24k on-going Pairings: Myungyeol, Woogyu, Hojong Summary: He was always seen as having everything, but to him, he had nothing. He would always bore that cold and indifferent expression, that is, until that summer. He met him.
Masquerade By midnightBee Rating: PG Word counts: 6.9k Pairings: Hunhan, Kailu Summary: Luhan is the prince of 17th century, untouched and pure. Sehun is the prince of darkness, tainted and evil. Kai is the boy who forever tied by his groundless desire.
Special Appearance: Suho, Yixing, Song Qian, Dongwoo, Kris Minor mention: Sungyeol, Kangjun
Inertia By midnightBee Rating: pg Genre: Angst, melodrama, figurative mpreg Pairings: krisyeol Summary: In one devastating Autumn night, the wind caressed the silent street, sweeping the dried leaves off the ground, the young parents received a news that shaken their small household of three.
The boy chuckled. The melody of innocence sang in the warm air. The sunlight shone a stream of yellowish glow over the three years old. He energetically ran up the flight of stairs, hardly even taking any breath. In a swift, he then slid down the slide. Chuckling loudly, he flashed a beautiful smile at his mother.
The tall, lanky man was dressed in light navy sweater. Despite going into autumn, the weather of Seoul retained a certain amount of warmth. He clapped eagerly to show his son his encouragement.
The playground was still very new, seeing the neighborhood was merely built recently. There weren't many parents with their children that evening, but the tall man didn't mingle. He fully exerted his attention on his child, a precious he bore not too long ago.
The cool autumn breeze blew with a drag of summer warmth. The evening sun glowed beautifully. The chuckles of innocence sang of happiness. Park Chanyeol swore nothing could ruin such perfectness.
That was, before the young three years old suddenly fell down from the flight of steps.
"Sehun-ah!" the young parent cried. Reaching out his hands, but caught only the air.
The blood trickled down the nose sent his heart a fright.
Lost in the Echo By midnightBee Rating: PG 13 Pairings: Krisyeol, Myungyeol, Woogyu, Hunhan Summary: When an angel came between the pair of best friends, he didn’t expect to change the fate of the two men. It was a perfect mistake from an angel.
Darkness loomed over the city of glowing beauty. Yellowish lights gleamed like stars within grasp and the chilly breeze blew with a hint of incoming autumn. Loud tapping of footfall ricocheted through the stillness. Water splashed in random direction with the invasion of hasty footsteps. His irregular breath was almost in sync with the rapid footsteps.
He ran, casting his head backward occasionally.
Grey clouds shading away the stream of pearl moonlight and he searched in the dark. His mind was blank, he couldn't think. He yearned for light, for a glimpse of hope. But, it was all despair. He was blinded by the complete darkness. He could hear his fast pumping heartbeats banged against his ribcage, threatening to burst out of its confinement. Tears burnt his eyes and smudged his vision, but he couldn't care more. It was complete black ahead of him.
He could smell the metallic scent clinching onto him like a cheap perfume.
His shirt was drenched, but he didn't care if it was sweat -- or blood.
The cut on his neck ripped with his vigorous movement, but the pain was numbed by his fear. He twisted his head backward again, caring less of the pain shooting up his whole body. Blood poured out of the two small cut and dyed his white working shirt into a beautiful shade of blood red. He searched in the dark for light, and also for those yellowish eyes.