FreakyPuppet

He had forgotten many things in his lifetime. Physically and mentally, the list was endless. His mother's goddess-like face had been evaporated from his metal mind long ago, as well as the devastating smell of the city he had once lived in when he was small and even the warmth of his heart when his father would whisper words of encouragement to his toddler self-all of these things had been long ago forgotten. Many things had been lost through his years of growth but he had also learned several other things to replace the memories he had forgotten. The man had learned how to hold back whimpers when pain was too much, he had learned that even

"I should be working," This was true. Every Metal Man was to work six days a week from sunrise to the early hours of nightfall. They worked until their hands began to bleed, until they could sweat no more, and until they could barely walk in a straight line. It was a routine every one of them had gotten accustomed to. Without those hours of working, their bodies wouldn't function well. They needed the push of work. Their metal bodies thrived the thrill of being pushed to the limit. And so when Choi Minho was told to stay behind on that sunny Tuesday morning, he couldn't think straight. Not only couldn't his body function well, but his mind

"It's hilarious that you think I'm going to be eating that." The blonde snorted as a wave of disgust was visible on his milky flawless face. The slightly younger male across from him suddenly looked defeated, "Kibum, please." The man who went by the name of Minho begged, his once manly face twisting into a childish pout. "Fine, just don't ever make that fucking ugly little face again." The blonde-Kibum hissed as he reached for the spoonful of rice Minho held. Taking the spoon into his hands, the anorexic male slowly ate the rice. Quickly after a flash of guilt washed down his frail body. He had had done the unthinkable thing, he had eaten.

JiYong always knew how it started and how it finished. He remembered the cheerful yet slightly intense meeting they had when their eyes first landed on one another. He remembered the heart felt goodbye that ended their relationship. But he didn't remember the time they spent together in-between those memorable moments. Occasionally he would have a flashback of their fingers laced together, their hearts beating as their kisses grew more passionate, the smile he would seldom see from the other, and the horrid dancing the other would do in rare occasions. These thoughts would come by in fast flashes. He choose not to remember their full rela

~ "Minho, you don't even give a damn about me. Why the fuck are we even in this messed up relationship if you don't even care or look at me anymore?" Taemin screamed, his slim finger jabbing at my chest. We were auguring, yet again, but this time things had gotten a bit more heated between us. The blonde had enough of me, and I had had enough of him always in my space. To be always together with someone could always come with ups and downs; too bad no one told us this. "This isn't even a relationship, Taemin! It's just fucking sex! Didn't you realize that long ago? We are nothing, we're just having sex! Nothing more and nothing less!" Even

The sun burned against the men's back as their axe heads met the ground with a crash. Muscles flexed and shirts were discarded as the sun grew higher into the sky.  Sweat dripped from their dark hair down to their dull eyes. But none wiped the falling sweat away from their eyes. Instead they welcomed the cruel sting of sweat invading their eyes. They welcomed the burning of skin from the sun's horrid blazing rays, as they worked for no pay but only for their lives. The men with metal built into their bodies worked for their lives and enjoyed the rush of pain, reminding them that they were still partially human. They had forgotten h

Set in a Post-apocalyptic world, were pollution is a greater impact on the human world. When pollution can mutate a person's body into something terrible. When the only ones who are not mutated are cherished beyond belief. The ones who are mutated have fragile and jagged bones, and once they are needed they are transformed into the perfect person. Flat pieces of metal replace their brittle bones; faces are marked to turn beautiful. Strength increases and they are sent to do what others cannot, they are often slaves, popular in doing hard work that the nonmutated can do, and sometimes to the wealthy they are body guards. The natural born who a

"Hyung~!" I moaned out breathlessly. It seemed as if I was doing a lot of this lately, moaning. The source was none other than Choi Minho, who of course couldn't control his fucking hormones. The two of us were planning on going to Key Hyung's place and then study for our finals. But along the way, I guess you could say Minho became bored, and well, I was there. So now here we are making out in an elevator, without anything to stop us. I never used to like this, being so public with affection with him. It just happened, I grew comfortable with him, and he went out of control. An elevator didn't seem too public did it? But of course Hyung jus

After graduating college it seemed as though I was on my own more. Key Umma was out making his dreams become a reality, JongHyun Hyung told me that he wanted to try something different and left, Onew Hyung said he was destined to be perfect at left us in the dust, and then there was Minho Hyung who just left. He didn't say a word, he only left. I had lost touch with the others for at least a year. At first I would always call and text them, they always had time for me, and then their time ceased. No one answered, and I didn't see a point even communicating with them anymore. The others seemed to leave my life, except Key Hyung. He stayed. K

"So please tell me that you know how to flirt, Minho?" JongHyun's voice raised an octave after taking another gulp of his flat beer. The man laughed in his seat, as it rocked back and forth; Minho on the other hand sat uncomfortably in a fold out chair with a stiff back. Minho flicked his hair out of his brown orbs, and glared at the brunette before him. He had spent a full half an hour explaining to his best friend of the blonde who called himself Taemin. At first he had thought about leaving out the factor to JongHyun that this Taemin was in fact the Taemin that they were supposed to assassin. But in the end he had let it slip from his par