After a long hiatus, Kpopalypse dreams is back! The reason for the slow pace of this series is that I don’t have dreams about k-pop very often these days, but when I do, they’re still pretty fucked up. Now that the ultimate in “wow, Kpopalypse really doesn’t give any fucks about popularity, self-respect or being liked” series is here again, it’s time now to delve deep into the subconscious of Kpopalypse, with sixteen bite-size fanfictions that I probably wouldn’t have thought up if I was awake at the time!
WARNING: this post is highly disturbing and contains content that should not be read by anyone. Probably stop reading now.
