prob my longest title of a blog ever yet 

but as it says, i'm writing a new jongdae fic!! it's pre short (and while it's chaptered it's kind of written 'oneshot style' if that even exists) and it's school life, hurt/healing, slight angst and deals with family dynamics+self harm and depression (ish)! crescendo was a huge challenge to write this april and i want to try to do this too bc there are too many people out there who make it into a plot device without actually putting thought into portraying it properly. so yeah! 

featuring popular kid! jongdae (who hopefully isn't very cliche) and transfer student Go Anna (who's canadian-korean (we need more canadians) and moved to korea for high school) :D 

anyway, without further ado, here's Every Frayed Edge! click the link below, and justt bc i'm extra, here's the description too :) 

link to the story (if ur interested!) 

They say everyone wants to be Kim Jongdae. 

I see what they mean: he’s athletic, he’s smart, he’s popular, he’s everything that most people are not. They say his mother is a celebrity, though no one’s figured that out yet—not quite—because he refuses to tell anyone and always smiles and shrugs it off when the topic is brought up. 

What they don’t see, however, is the lines of red up his arm, the reason he always seems to wear long sleeve shirts and hoodies. They don’t see his mother; yes, a celebrity, one who only smiles to the television viewers as an obligation and never at home, a mother who can’t quite take care of herself properly, much less her son. They don’t see the grey, shattered pieces of his dreams that he’s left behind he’s been told so many times that they’re useless, impossible, a fool’s hope. 

Kim Jongdae really doesn’t have much left when I look carefully, not really. He’s ripped at every single edge, barely holding himself together, struggling to get through each hour. His colours are faded, sides frayed, but that, I think, is what makes him a masterpiece.