A/N: This is my little 'gift-fic' to VivianVampyric, who I highly recommend checking out. Hope you enjoy, dear. As a disclaimer, I do not own Ouran High School Host Club nor anything related to it. This collection uses the 50_ouran writing challenge prompts from Livejournal.
It was by accident that you'd ever found the Host Club. Well, that is, if you define 'accident' as having a horrendously bad sense of direction and the ability to mistake the number '2' for the number '3'. Instead of going to the second music room where you'd been supposed to meet your friend, you'd gone to the third music room and had stumbled upon the Ouran Host Club.
But it had been no accident when you'd entered the second time…or the fifth…or the fiftieth. You'd been amazed upon your first visit and in no time at all, you'd found yourself addicted to the delectably salacious atmosphere that existed there. It was Nirvana, it was Elysium, it was your own personal Eden. It was an ever-changing paradise where desire reigned with romance as its consort. And through it all there was always him.
Looking back, you wondered how one mix-up had managed to bring you to both the highest pleasures and the lowest despairs. Who knew that one simple mistake would change your life?
For better or worse, though? You still hadn't decided.
