Unfinished Fanfictions For the World to See

  It happened again.  Another murder. Another dead body was found near the library. Aka the place Mingi frequents when he needs to study. This time, it was a female named Ahyeon or something.  Honestly, Mingi is sick of it.  Sick of this life, it’s regular- No, Mingi, please focus. Do not think about Stray Kids.  Where was he? Oh right, the murders. He is really sick of it. Why is it that whoever was responsible for these deaths always had to dispose of the bodies near his sanctuary? Have they any regard for his sanity? (Okay who was he kidding of course they don’t) Grumbling, he turns the television off before standing up with an annoyed look on his face. His actions gain a quizzical look from Yunho, who is there at his dorm for ‘emotional support’ (food. Yunho always stakes out at his dorm for his apparently amazing variety of snacks), yet he ignores it. He’s mad, and not even Yunho can change that.  “Do you know what this means?” He asks, h...

  I don’t wanna get back, son.  No doubt it would just be a screw up Chastity got dissed again on national tv because of her rapping.  This was not the first time it happened.  Hanisya gritted her teeth as Chastity came to her with a tight smile, lips trembling as the recording finished. She knew that Chastity was very much affected by the words the people who were working used, and it was getting to Hanisya.  She was not letting them get away with this.  After which, I let out a big sigh Hanisya sighed deeply, eyes sharpened as she stood up on the stage. She could see some of the people's disgust when she stepped up, and mentally, she grinned deviously.  This is gonna be fun, she thought.  Everyone just follows along with others’ reaction making a clamour She could hear jeers and boos from the side, and it got louder and louder, but she paid no attention to the sound. If anything, it made her feel emboldened to try out what she...

  “Good morning, Changbin, I’m Shina,” the therapist said, looking at her client with a genuine yet unauthentic smile, a misplaced happiness that even Changbin could see did not belong to her face at all. He did not dwell on it too much, only opting to look away from her warm and friendly gaze.  He did not deserve the kindness the person was offering him, he thought.  Not discouraged, the woman cleared her throat in an attempt to get his attention. “I understand that you’re not comfortable with speaking to me,” she said, her voice lower than a whisper. Her smile reached her eyes, yet when Changbin stared into it, he could see that the eyes were empty, devoid of any positive emotion.  What a funny thing, he scoffed internally. Broken herself, yet wanting to help other broken souls.  Because the emotions swirling in her eyes mirrored his own. How hopeless he felt, how he could be better off dying because people wouldn’t mind, how he could not do anything b...

  I feel blank. Jisung walked around the campus, earbuds in his ears. One of his hands held his books, all while his mind wandered away.  I’m touched-starved. His other hand, the hand that was free, the one that was not holding anything, started to curl up around him, making him smaller than he already was. He felt the urge to suddenly run, but he kept himself walking to his destination, keeping his face passive.  I want someone to hug me. I don’t know how to ask, though.  When he reached the library, he took a deep breath, willing himself to move forward properly. He couldn’t wait to be here after a really long time, so being at a place where it was quiet but also never really visited finally gave him the peace he always wanted.  Is it, though? I want someone to talk to.  He pushed that thought away, shaking his head as he found himself in front of a classroom. He checked the time on his phone, surprised to find himself almost 15 minutes earl...