ki i'm going to launch myself into the sun. thanks for this my friend. ur works always have this visceral quality to them, something very fragile tender and precious, like one more push and u'd send the moment hurtling over the edge.. how do u do that.

- “Oh no,” Seokmin says, his heart plummeting. “That’s so— that’s really adorable.” i've had this moment so many times. it's the wailing of horror and dread bc they've done something so cute and all u can say is Oh No (but only on the inside) because there's no way in hell ur going to let them know. but goddamnit if jeonghan isn't cute as hell.
- Jeonghan doesn't move away. His chin digs into Seokmin's shoulder. Their shadows on the dusky red of the barn wall look like one body.
Seokmin has this weird vision, a vision of a hundred years in the future, of the soft earth outside the barn. Of him and Jeonghan. Their two skeletons in the dirt, holding each other for all of eternity. HOW THE FUCK ????? i think there is something insane about the way you wield words. it feels like i'm dying inside, just a little, wilting. bc i feel so terribly for seokmin
- Being here feels like looking at a friend knowing that someday they’re going to change, or they’re going to leave you, or you’re going to leave them, and things will never be the same. again!!!! u've done it!!!!!!!! how do u translate that feeling into words big ouchie

i am so excited for ur wip. thank you for sharing ;___;