To others, these were merely scars. Proof of one's weakness and insanity. To me, these red lines definitely meant more.

I look into the mirror There's no perfection After the accident I have a question

Before starting the story, I just want to remind you guys that, as seen in the tags, this story will include some self-harming scenes (how many and to what degree, I'm not exactly sure about that myself). That being said, if you're not comfortable with that, feel free to unsubscribe/stop reading if you feel the need to do so.  Updates may or may not take a while so I apologize in advance for that...

Warning: This may be extremely triggering as it contains themes of depression and self-harming.    

He was a fragile flower. A white lily trapped in the dark world of rivalry and illness. Bulemia, Anorexia, Self-harm. This place that others loved, adored...wanted to be a part of. He wanted out. But he was in too deep. One does not merely walk away from the contracts that bind them. Jaejoongs contract was Yunho.

A letter to Soojung from Sulli. Kind of depressing/angsty...

    Jongdae wonders how far he can go with it and still get away.   People allege themselves as therapists. They ask a lot of questions. Scars on his arms, wrists, legs and back don’t go easily unnoticed. Jongdae is tired of these sessions. 

Problems with life issues including his father, Luhan goes to Kai for comforting words. 

                                                    Hi everyone :D thats right i'm writing a new fic on EXO K, Suho in particular ^^. Anyways i'm going to

She had nobody by her side, it was only her, herself. Nobody cared about her, until the day she leaves..... It was too late.  

Luhan hates seeing Xiumin starve himself, and he'll do anything for him to stop.

With only 2 year since debut, the group ''EXO'' starts to feel what is to have a very crazy idol life.

I slid down the white bathroom wall and put my head in my hands in despair.   ”I can’t do this anymore” I said quietly as I felt the tears slide down my palms.   I looked up and pulled something out from my pocket.   A razor.   A well-used razor

  Darkness filled my mind.  ~*~ Please don't leave me...

I would wear ridiculous underwear over tights and flashy capes if it meant that I could save you.

Sehun's scars faded more and more everyday. He was healing at last. With Luhan, each day was brighter than the last.  Sequel to Scars

She is there world and nothing will stop them helping her.

Suho almost have everything, The wealth, The Looks, The guts. But what if the fate plays with him?

Park Chanyeol is the new leader of a notorious mafia family, and his first plan is to kidnap, torture, and kill Byun Baekho, the man who shot Chanyeol's father. So just how exactly did Chanyeol end up with Byun Baekhyun, Baekho's sociopathic little brother?

  Luhan is an average male. With a somewhat average life. His past isn't that dazzling; his mother died when he was eleven, his father was (still is) an alcoholic + a drug addict, yet out of the kindness in his heart, Luhan still cares for him. With his unemployed father, Luhan can barely get by with the monthly groceries and constant bills. And on top of all that, he has school to attend to. Then his two cl

You were once a social butterfly until your boyfriend ruins your life forever.  Now someone is trying to fix it, but can they?

She was broken, alone, cold. No one cared enough to help, neither did she care enough to let them in. Her heart was frozen with painful scars. No one was ever able to

Are you ever so thankful for someone that doesn't even know you exist