jiyong moves to a new city, because sometimes the movement of his own feet on the sidewalk doesn't cut it. it's impulsive, in the kind of way he usually isn't, but it happened and now he's here. in this building. with a pink-haired neighbor who seems to be more fiction than fact, the more jiyong learns about him. or, really, the more he insinuates himself into jiyong's life. like jiyong wasn't just fine, languishing in his empty, unfurnished apartment like a totally normal human being.

or, a story about how hard it is to love someone when existing is already hard enough.

(tw for character dealing with depression and anxiety)

a/n:

hey friends. so, a little explanation first. i started writing this over 3 years ago as a means to deal with my own depression and anxiety. some friends read it as i went, and said "yo, you should publish this". initially, i agreed. but as the years piled up and my distance to the fic grew, i decided i didn't feel the same way about it anymore. adapting it didn't feel right. it needed to stay in its original form. and here i am, finally sharing it with the rest of you.

the final few bits are still being written, but it's a pretty meaty story. i figured putting it out there and getting excited about it again would help me wrap it up. so i'll be posting each part once a week-ish. maybe less if my brain cooperates lol. either way, i hope you enjoy it. and i hope that anyone who needs a little reassurance that they're not alone can find it here <3

ALSO, it saddens me to say that this will be my last gtop fic. if you'd like to know more about that decision, you can read about it on tumblr: https://i-feel-electric.tumblr.com/post/190003549141/a-goodbye-of-sorts