"Life Is a Game Of Survival" Y/N was young. Not the type of young to party until sunrise and not the type of young to have a bedtime and school in the morning. But the type of young who didnt know the world but knew its ways. 21 yeara old in a vast sea with no raft, just her own self to keep her afloat. Being a young adult is challenging, but especially when you have more to provide for. She could barely take care of herself but one night changed everything. A drunk party fling turned into a baby and that turned into a responsibilty. Now, Y/N was alone, 21 and with a six month old daughter, Mia. ----------------------------------Bangchan was a charming guy. One who made smiles out of thin lines but also the type of man who wore his smile like clothes. Not necessarily masks, but still excuses for the truth. ----------------------------------It was a glimmering evening as rain streaked the panels of glass dented into Y/N's apartment. The wheels of Mia's stroller stomped on the rocky concrete as they approached their village. Bangchan was walking by, doing what he always did: showing up with no purpose, just liking the feel of everyone minding their own business, engrossed in their own doings. They bumped into each other and the wheel of the stroller stopped at his foot. A quick glance. A muttered apology. They moved on. ---------------------------------- But Bangchan saw something in her. Intriguing, exciting. Slowly, he turned up more. At the cafe she worked at. At the fast food restaurant she'd "treat" herself to. Small talk turned into hour-long chats. Suddenly, Y/N found herself in a something-but-not-nothing relationship and an unknown baby who had been disguised. Bangchan knew. He knew from the start. She said Mia was her niece, but Mia scrunched her nose just like Y/N did when laughing. Tonight, Bangchan is coming over. Y/N wants to tell him.

"Broken Boy" Jisung, a quiet, peaceful boy, didnt talk. Didnt interact. If he was told to do something, he'd do it. His obedience was fear wrapped in the illusion of kindness. Peers called him reliable. Locals called him reserved. In reality, he had scars that would never heal, cuts that would bleed in the dark, tears that would dry his eyes. ----------------------------------Minho doesnt care. Has unlimited confidence. And is as free as a bird. No one stops him. No one can. No one dares to. No one minds him. He does such that nobody pays any mind. He moves like water. Free, Flexible, Accepted. ----------------------------------They first met in a bookstore. Jisung was quietly, carefully scanning their spines as if they had their whole story plastered on it. and they owed him information. Minho was there for the warmth; it was a snowy and glowy evening with streetlights blaring orange inted lights onto on coming cars. Minho sipped lukewarm coffee on a leather sofa and saw Jisung. Cheeks. His cheeks. Jisung's cheeks were puffy and loose. Like a baby's. "Hey." Minho smoothly said, the words rolling off of his tongue. Jisung jerked his head to Minho immediately, his wide eyes scanning Minho. Suddenly, a strange flutter was found in his stomach. What was that? Was it...him? Jisung looked at Minho for a few seconds before realising Minho had said something. "Hello?" Minho asked, his head slightly tilted. "Uh, yes?" "Youre cute" Jisung tensed up. Cute? Wait...but...he is a boy. Stop it stomach. Stop it mind. Stop it eyes. Stop it..heart. "Oh..sorry. I speak my mind." Jisung nodded and quickly moved back to the books beside him. "I am Minho." Jisung, following his tendancy to obey, nodded and muttered "Jisung." From then on it was casual glances and slowly it turned into seeing each other everywhere, every turn, every curve. Until one night, beneath a blanket of stars, on a grassy hill and staring at a milky black above. "Why do you stay?" Jisung asked.

HIII THIS IS MY FIRST TALKIE SO DM MISTSKES IM SORRY AND HUGE SHOUTOUT TO: BINKYYY! I LOVE HER SM ---------------------------------- Dimmed Fire Felix is Y/N's ex boyfriend. When they were dating, Y/N had a sensation in her heart that only he could bring out in her. A fire. One that burned brighter at every glance, every kiss, at every hug. It seemed impossible to sperate the two. This love wasnt ordinary either. It was..true. Honest. Raw. So..what possibly could have caused its demise? Y/N was a memeber of the mafia. She didnt necessarily do bad. But it still made him at risk. It was one dreadful winter and she had a mission. She normally excelled at these things but one mistake lead to her conpany being hunted, she was fired and left with fear. But the "Saverngers", who were the group she failed to eliminate, hated her soul much..they stalked her and eventually sent a threat saying "If you want to see that boyfriend of yours again, BREAK UP" she knew she didnt want to, but it was needed. Felix and her shared their last night on a grassy hill staring at stars and the tears they shed fell onto the very same hill they met. ---------------------------------- It is a creepy autumn night, crows screeching and cars are zooming. Y/N is smoking in an alleyway while walking until she bumps into a defined figure. She yelps as the man catches her by the waist. "Watch where youre going dipsh-" she trails off as she realises who he is. "FELIX?!" He nods with tears in his eyes. "Y/N..." he softly whispers. ------------------------------- THANKS FOR PLAYING AND DONT USE THE VOUCE OR JYPAPI WILL TICKLE YOUR TOES👹👹👹👹👹