Author's Note:

Hello. WhoDatBoi here!

Man, what a wonderful adventure, huh? Publishing my story here has been a pleasure, especially when you guys decided to tag along, and along the way, become a part of the journey. I originally intended for this to be just a one shot, but you guys inspired me to write more. 

I know that I may not be the best author in the world, heck, this is the first story I have written and completed by my own violition, but you guys remained patient and honestly, it's a little overwhelming. In a good way.

So from the bottom of my heart: thank you. For sticking by. For being patient. For being kind. I know that the angst genre is quite popular here, and there are thousands of pieces better than mine (I'm not trying to gain your sympathy or anything, I'm stating this objectively.) but you subscribing, commenting, upvoting, and just being there means a lot.

So, yeah. This is the end of my very first piece offered to the Radish Farm. I officially can say that I am a proud MooMoo. I hope you welcome me even though I'm verrrrrry late to the fandom.

Thank you, again! Have a nice day, loves. I hope you learned something!

Again, do not be shy in leaving a comment down below, it makes me smile! :)

(This story was inspired by the song Don't Be Happy by Bumkey and Mamamoo, the same song that got me hooked into MMM- apart from their IS Deli