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AN; This is honestly the product of a professional procrastinator whom decided that it’s been forever since she’s written anything. but i finally finished this and i’m genuinely exhilarated because of this accomplishment. this was also written for wonwoo’s birthday (i wanted to contribute into exhibiting my hate love for him in a way) which was three days ago and if you’re wondering why exactly, read the first sentence. anyways, i got the main idea of this story somewhere when i was reading random poetry online and i don’t really know a lot about these things like asylums and psychological disorders (which are NOT mentioned anywhere) so i just kind of went with my imagination because that’s where i get my oxygen from. this is a mixture of romance, friendship, angst (i tried stepping out of my comfort zone; key word: tried), humor (because i cannot claim it as my story if there is no humor presented in it), a whole lot of metaphors (not that much really but towards the end i kind of just erupted), and a bunch of other aspects. there’s not anything that’s appalling or offensive in any way in this story so i will not be using a trigger warning or anything! also also,, who has nct 127’s firetruck (and basically the entire album) incessantly repeating in their playlists because i am a victim and i just don’t know how to pick a bias so i’m letting the bias come to me. i’ve also fallen deep inside the up10tion abyss and i don’t have a bias there either because i’m indecisive as heck so i’m staying away from any rookie groups that i haven’t checked out yet. on that note, enjoy this meanie trash fic and have an amazing summer!

additional notes: lots of thanks to color bucket poster shop for the amazing poster and background! go check them out, guys!