Just a place to dump my thoughts bc pencil and paper is too mainstream. Don't read the part after the line if you actually want to wait for this fic to come out. Fair warning.

Meanie? Soonhoon? idk some angst couple

Parallelism ftw

much dark, very realistic

is this my first rated m with actual triggering? ye

Past tense and present tense for a reason

man am i a basic person for using the definition in a story wooo

Ji/Won lives a perfect life, the story HAS to dictate that. They have perfect grades, have a great family, very supportive, perf child. 10/10

Soon/Gyu lived a life of struggle. Drugs, drinking, smoking, skipping classes, partying, no one to come home to, abandoned, orphan? idk you get the idea, party hardy.

Stop reading now if you like the description and want to wait for the story. Continue for the rest of the idea.

The story makes it seem as if their lives never meet, making the title true, since parallel lines never meet.

Somewhere in the story, probs near the end, it shows that they actually did meet in the past when Soon/Gyu was actually a good kid until peer pressure took over them and they started to do bad stuff. Before all of that, they meet and fall in love. They lived a happy life as SOs until bad influences. Soon/Gyu overdoses and ultimately dies but the story never really states that. It ends up with Ji/Won going to a grave site and cries with kneeling over the tombstone. 

Forward:

Like every other day, Ji/Won woke up to the aroma of bacon filling the house from the kitchen. The greasy goodness only a few feet away made getting up in the morning just a tad bit easier. They exit their room with extreme case of bed head to be greeted by the movie-like scene in front of them. The mom at the stove making sizzling bacon and the dad at the dinner table, reading the day's newspaper while sipping a piping hot mug of coffee. It really was the perfect home and Ji/Won was glad to have the perfect little family.

Like every other day, Soon/Gyu woke up to the aroma of the alcohol of last night's adventures. The strong smell of vodka only a few feet away made getting up in the morning just a tad bit harder. They exit their room with an extreme case of hangover to be greeted by the harsh reality. There was no mom at the stove making sizzling bacon and no dad at the dinner table, reading the day's newspaper while sipping a piping hot mug of coffee. It really was the cruel reality and Soon/Gyu was bitter to have no one to call his family.