N's POV:
I'm tired. Oh so tired of all this shit. The invisible ropes bound to me are unbreakable. This controller of mine, what does he want? Why is he doing this? I break down as I fall onto the worn out couch. I begin shaking and let the tears fall as I bring my hands to my face.
I can't escape
"Not if I can help it."
I look up to see a pair of striking blue eyes staring right into my souless yellow ones.
False hope?
Or
A new chance?
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VIXX Imagines -Discontinued-
ספרות חובביםCute,fluffy, and sometimes angsty oneshots, short imagines,text conversations and fanfictions between you and VIXX. Feel free to leave any constructive criticism and I'll improve on my imagines!
