Pairings: Jicheol, Jihan, Meanie, Chinaline, slight Verkwan

Warning - I've got no beta editing for me, sorry in advance if my writing is kinda mediocre 

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He's been up for the last 48 hours, everything's sore, his 's on static from sitting on hardwood, and he can't blink without cringing from the fatigue and stress.With an agonizing groan of fustration, Hoshi rangles off his sweat-soaked headband, flings it across the room - Jun flinches as it hits the wall beside him - and falls to the floor. He wishes his life would distort and retire him from reality like one of Murakami's nameless protagonists, so he'd be able to step into his laptop, engulfed in a technological prison, or shrink to an impossibly small size so he wouldn't be able to hold a pen. English is such a pain in the , he thought. What a pretentious subject.

"Chan, I want you to strangle me," Hoshi says after a brief moment of silence. "If I die of asphyxiation, then they'll have to excuse me from writing finals." He rolls to his side, curling into fetal position.

"I want to be free."