not fic: end of the year fic meme
fics i wrote in 2017
Total Word Count: 451389 words
Fandoms Written In: BTS, SHINee
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Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted? definitely more, to be honest. i was going for a 500k word count for 2017 but sadly didn't achieve it, but i did write more compared to 2016. and i'm really glad i did, especially after the crazy rollercoaster that was life hit me. haha! no regrets finishing 2017 without hitting my 500k target, though. this year was all about refining my writing and writing what i love, so yeah c:
What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? didn't think i'd write for SHINee again, tbh, but ficmix made me do it!
What's your own favorite story of the year? buzzed, definitey. it was difficult to write, but all the pain was worth it. (pun intended. haha!)
Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? wrote in script format for the first time since i graduated from uni, haha. made me realize how close my current style is to the format and, at the same time, how different they are. also, wrote a multiple endings fic again, in the form of 'boot theory'! that was such a pleasant experience.
Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? write more, write better. finish all my WIPs, then finally, finally, finally write portugal au, hopefully? hopefully c:
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From my past year of writing, what was…
My best story of this year: personally, i think it's seaside improvisation. i loved how the handling of the heartbreaks came out here and how the ending turned out. also, i've always wanted to write something like it, and i finally got the chance to do so! for namgi, too ;;
My most popular story of this year: buzzed. largely because it's a mahoosive fic that's still being update, but probably also because it's fun-filled and all about food? haha!
Most fun story to write: history repeats itself. keeping the word count low for the chapters sure was a challenge, but i do love how they were all linked and how everything came together, in the end c: been wanting to write something like for so long already, too c:
Story with the single sexiest moment: let's not talk too much because yay, public sex!
Most "holy crap, that's wrong, even for you" story: none that i can think of, honestly. everything i've written this year is pretty vanilla o.o
Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: boot theory, definitely. i haven't had the chance to write taehyung that much, and this fic allowed me to understand him a bit better.
Hardest story to write: buzzed. not only because of all the research i had to do for the fic, all the planning and plotting, but also because of all the emotions in the fic. chapter 25 was such a struggle because it was emotionally taxing to write (and even edit, istg), but i like how it came out. no regrets putting in so much time and effort into writing that chapter.
Biggest surprise: lol i have such a small pool of fics to choose from so it's hard to choose, but it's probably boot theory.
Most unintentionally telling story: quite possibly seaside improvisation. this fic touches on a lot of topics i often think about and is reflective of a lot of my views on life. it's also most reflective of my writing style, as well, i think? especially with all the quiet suffering.
Favorite Opening Lines:
- Namjoon used to be better at this whole being honest or being upfront with his feelings thing. Back in elementary, he tried to woo one of his classmates by sharing his biscuits with her and he ended up 'going out' with her up until the summer months hit. In his early years as a high school student, after realizing he'd always been a bit in love with his best friend, he started leaving little Post-it notes in the guy's locker, sometimes even slipping chocolates and boxes of Pepero and cards where he reminded his friend to never miss a meal despite spending all twenty-five hours of his day just studying for the big entrance exam. Granted, neither of the two really worked out, because apparently said girl thought he was just being friendly, but still - he managed to make them feel good about themselves, became the reason why they smiled for a few good months, and he generally walked away from rejection feeling, well, not as dejected as he'd expected he would.
Then he started training with Big Hit. Then it became nigh impossible to think of romance, because while Yoongi was charming in his own right he didn't want to complicate things with perhaps the only person who knew back then exactly how hard it was to suddenly step into these templated idol shoes after walking around barefoot for so long. Then Jung Hoseok walked into that goddamned door saying he was a new trainee, he needed help in rap, please treat me kindly, and turned out to be more than a decent guy.
Fast forward months after, and Hoseok ended up being the object of Namjoon's lewd fantasies. Fast forward years after, and Namjoon had somehow transformed the lust into lyrics cryptic enough that it didn't seem as if he was rapping about his handsome and hot bandmate. Fast forward to today, and all of a sudden he found himself faced with a very tough opponent in the form of Chris Martin and his band doing the opening notes for one of his and Hoseok's favorite songs. (confusion never stops; namjoon/hoseok)
- "This isn't a food show; this is season seven of a romcom featuring two idiots dancing around." Victoria heaves a sigh. Seokjin looks up from where he's been munching on his burger, risks Victoria a glance, then shifts his attention back to what he's eating for fear of being on the receiving end of a hard pinch on the arm if and when their eyes meet. He has has been avoiding Victoria's discerning gaze for the past few minutes already, after all. "Seriously, Jin, I don't have to know this guy personally to know he has the biggest crush on you, and I definitely don't have to know your elaborate history with him inside and out to know that you two should be dicking each other but aren't. Se-ri-ous-ly, what the hell are you two doing?" (INT. BURGER CHAIN IN BUNDANG, SUMMER 2017. NIGHT.; yoongi/seokjin)
Favorite Closing Lines:
- He takes a deep, shaky breath. He'll have to get used to this whole 'liking Taehyung and being liked in return' thing. If Taehyung is going to stick around for another then, damn, Yoongi is going to have to remind himself everyday that dreams do come true. He could write more songs about it, about them - he isn't in a rush. He can spend the next decade trying to figure out how he's lived four years of his life missing out on something as good as this - Taehyung looking at him with the fondest of gazes, smushing his cheeks with warm hands, and him losing the feeling in his legs because Taehyung hasn't gotten off of him yet and it's already been fifteen, twenty minutes. "You can get off of me now."
Taehyung shakes his head, sticks out his tongue, and rubs the tip of his nose against Yoongi's own. It's the grosses thing Taehyung has ever done, Yoongi's certain, but he kind of likes it. He likes it enough to ignore the ache in his thighs, and his back, and in his cheeks when he grins. He likes Taehyung enough to let him sit there and let him torture him with that wicked smile of his a little more. Who the hell even does eskimo kisses these days, he half groans, half laughs out at the back of his head, but whatever. It's cute, different. It's... Taehyung. It's then. So he only rolls his eyes in retaliation before Taehyung captures his lips in another kiss, and another, and another, this time softer. Warmer.
Their first date is in a convenience store, minutes after they've finally managed to disentangle themselves from kissing. Taehyung eats most of Yoongi's food, but that's okay - he isn't hungry, anyway. He just needs lots of water and maybe some coffee to sober him up some more, because he's dead sure he'll get drunk on Taehyung's mouth again later. He won't mind some kimbap, but yeah. He's more than okay with this, Taehyung munching on food right beside him and looking at him with the brightest eyes. Yeah, he's more than okay with this.
This is the end of the story, but this is also their beginning. Anyone who thinks otherwise can piss off. (boot theory; taehyung/yoongi)
- "Oh, wait, I gave- I gave you the wrong number?" Namjoon asks, voice cracking, then rushes to where Yoongi is. He reaches out, fingers curling around Yoongi's wrist as if on instinct, but he drops his hand to his side as soon as everything catches up with him - the three, four months stretched between them, and the fact that Yoongi is already holding up his phone, flashing the wrong number Namjoon had typed in his all his not-so-drunken stupor. "Wow. I didn't- I'm sorry, I thought I'd-"
Namjoon presses his lips into a thin, thin line. A beat, then he's scrunching up his face, wrinkling his nose like some kid-like the same kid Yoongi met months ago, at the beach, back in Busan where they talked about college degrees not mattering, in the long run, and growing apart being part of growing up. There are at least a hundred different things Namjoon could be saying - I thought I'd typed the right combination. I thought I was already sober enough to somehow make a way for us to keep in touch. I never thought we'd again and in JFK, of all places, but-
But here we are now, hums a voice in Yoongi's head. To Namjoon, he says as he shuffles by, arm brushing against Namjoon's own in an effort to check if this is actually happening here, in New York, "You were drunk. You probably threw up on your way home, I dunno. It's okay."
Namjoon continues to stare. It takes a few more seconds for something to crack across his features, for the subtle downward curl at the corners of his mouth to pull up and for color to come rushing back to his cheeks, then he's nodding, laughing, coughing out. "Just buy me lunch. I'm starving," Yoongi mumbles when he turns around, poised to walk off, but he waits for Namjoon to catch up, anyway. It's difficult enough to find a familiar face in a foreign land; he can't afford to lose his pass to free lunch in an airport as crowded as this, not for the second time around. "Come on. I swear to god, Namjoon: if we run out of seats because you're taking too long to say 'yes', I'm gonna kick your ass-"
"I'm buying you food if you're buying me drinks!" Namjoon calls out in a rush, then speeds past Yoongi brandishing just one bag. "Actually, make that drinks and dessert. You still owe me pudding from before, right?"
Yoongi rolls his eyes, then grips his things as tight as he can, as tight as the tiny smile tugging up at his lips. He's all bundled up and he's dragging his feet across the floor, but his luggages feel incredibly light. He keeps walking until he can catch up. (seaside improvisation; namjoon/yoongi)
Favorite 5 Line(s) from Anywhere:
- But Seokjin ends up putting off bathroom time even before Yoongi can react. Soon, they're slipping back into practiced personas, assuming their proper places in front of the camera, picking up where they'd left off. Yoongi still clutches his his shirt when Seokjin holds up the meat between them. Seokjin still goes through his elaborate appreciation of all the effort that went into producing the meat they're about to eat in a bit. Yoongi still wrinkles his eyebrows a little and shudders while mumbling Let's not go there, God- and the next thing he knows Seokjin is pressing ssam to his lips. For a second, he thinks of holding a hand up to cut the take short because he has to make sure Seokjin isn't planning to choke him with the sheer size of the ssam he's about to feed him, but soon he registers the little bubble of warmth popping on his skin, the way the food easily slides between his lips, the gentle coax of Seokjin hand on his thigh. None of it lasts for more than a few seconds, but it feels as if he's been stuck here for a while now, food lodged somewhere in his throat and making his chest ache and his eyes widen. Long enough for him to pick up the shift in Seokjin's expression, the ghost of a smile curled up at the corners of Seokjin's mouth, to register the tightness in his chest and how difficult it has become to breathe with Seokjin's pulse quick and heavy on his skin.
He gulps down hard, then, tries his hardest to swallow down the lump in his throat, then makes a decision: picks up the ssam he'd made for Seokjin and grabs Seokjin by his shirt with his free hand, then presses the wrap, warm in his cold, cold fingers, between Seokjin's even warmer lips. (buzzed.; yoongi/seokjin)
- "You volunteered to do the scoring this time, don't forget. So you're doing the mastering and not me," Seokjin reminds him, then he's bristling past Yoongi on his way to the camera set up. Or at least he would have, if he hadn't stopped about three steps into his journey and pressed the back of his hand to Yoongi's own. Here they are again, at tipping point, where the distance between them thins into no more than a deep, shaky breath, and Yoongi has to make a decision again - lean in or lean back? Push Seokjin 'til he has Seokjin backed up against a wall already, or pull away? Fight or flight? He's always been a bit scared of heights, but in all of the standstills he's run into with Seokjin, he's always chosen to take a step back. So it makes him a coward. So it makes him half the loser all those bullies back in grade school and middle school made him out to be. So who cares? There's no point in rushing into a fight, heart first, when he hasn't figured out a way to win yet. He can't win on will alone. (buzzed.; yoongi/seokjin)
Scenes from Anywhere You Would Choose to Have Illustrated:
- the entire daegu episode for 'buzzed'
- THE ENTIRETY OF 'CONFUSION NEVER STOPS'. namseok being cute ;;
- the part where taegi get dogs in 'boot theory'
New year's resolutions:
- FINISH ALL MY WIPS.
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Word Count Totals:
→ total finished, posted fic: 451389 words, 18 fics
→ longest posted fic: buzzed, 323465 words
list of completed stories:
boot theory (27700 words)
meanwhile (5415 words)
closer (is that alright?) (10770 words)
buzzed. (323465 words)
slip of the tongue (1025 words)
let's not talk too much (2210 words)
confusion never stops (1025 words)
super (1010 words)
seaside improvisation (29225 words)
i'll trust the rivers to lead me to your heart (645 words)
EXT. FOOD STALL IN HONGDAE, SUMMER 2003. NIGHT. (795 words)
holding my breath (650 words)
INT. LOTTERIA IN BUNDANG, SUMMER 2017. NIGHT. (3135 words)
trouble, after all (3390 words)
history repeats itself (13085 words)
discovering you (2190 words)
the roommate agreement (675 words)
INT. BURGER CHAIN IN BUNDANG, SUMMER 2017. EVENING. (2210 words)
Total Word Count: 451389 words
Fandoms Written In: BTS, SHINee
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Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted? definitely more, to be honest. i was going for a 500k word count for 2017 but sadly didn't achieve it, but i did write more compared to 2016. and i'm really glad i did, especially after the crazy rollercoaster that was life hit me. haha! no regrets finishing 2017 without hitting my 500k target, though. this year was all about refining my writing and writing what i love, so yeah c:
What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? didn't think i'd write for SHINee again, tbh, but ficmix made me do it!
What's your own favorite story of the year? buzzed, definitey. it was difficult to write, but all the pain was worth it. (pun intended. haha!)
Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? wrote in script format for the first time since i graduated from uni, haha. made me realize how close my current style is to the format and, at the same time, how different they are. also, wrote a multiple endings fic again, in the form of 'boot theory'! that was such a pleasant experience.
Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? write more, write better. finish all my WIPs, then finally, finally, finally write portugal au, hopefully? hopefully c:
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From my past year of writing, what was…
My best story of this year: personally, i think it's seaside improvisation. i loved how the handling of the heartbreaks came out here and how the ending turned out. also, i've always wanted to write something like it, and i finally got the chance to do so! for namgi, too ;;
My most popular story of this year: buzzed. largely because it's a mahoosive fic that's still being update, but probably also because it's fun-filled and all about food? haha!
Most fun story to write: history repeats itself. keeping the word count low for the chapters sure was a challenge, but i do love how they were all linked and how everything came together, in the end c: been wanting to write something like for so long already, too c:
Story with the single sexiest moment: let's not talk too much because yay, public sex!
Most "holy crap, that's wrong, even for you" story: none that i can think of, honestly. everything i've written this year is pretty vanilla o.o
Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: boot theory, definitely. i haven't had the chance to write taehyung that much, and this fic allowed me to understand him a bit better.
Hardest story to write: buzzed. not only because of all the research i had to do for the fic, all the planning and plotting, but also because of all the emotions in the fic. chapter 25 was such a struggle because it was emotionally taxing to write (and even edit, istg), but i like how it came out. no regrets putting in so much time and effort into writing that chapter.
Biggest surprise: lol i have such a small pool of fics to choose from so it's hard to choose, but it's probably boot theory.
Most unintentionally telling story: quite possibly seaside improvisation. this fic touches on a lot of topics i often think about and is reflective of a lot of my views on life. it's also most reflective of my writing style, as well, i think? especially with all the quiet suffering.
Favorite Opening Lines:
- Namjoon used to be better at this whole being honest or being upfront with his feelings thing. Back in elementary, he tried to woo one of his classmates by sharing his biscuits with her and he ended up 'going out' with her up until the summer months hit. In his early years as a high school student, after realizing he'd always been a bit in love with his best friend, he started leaving little Post-it notes in the guy's locker, sometimes even slipping chocolates and boxes of Pepero and cards where he reminded his friend to never miss a meal despite spending all twenty-five hours of his day just studying for the big entrance exam. Granted, neither of the two really worked out, because apparently said girl thought he was just being friendly, but still - he managed to make them feel good about themselves, became the reason why they smiled for a few good months, and he generally walked away from rejection feeling, well, not as dejected as he'd expected he would.
Then he started training with Big Hit. Then it became nigh impossible to think of romance, because while Yoongi was charming in his own right he didn't want to complicate things with perhaps the only person who knew back then exactly how hard it was to suddenly step into these templated idol shoes after walking around barefoot for so long. Then Jung Hoseok walked into that goddamned door saying he was a new trainee, he needed help in rap, please treat me kindly, and turned out to be more than a decent guy.
Fast forward months after, and Hoseok ended up being the object of Namjoon's lewd fantasies. Fast forward years after, and Namjoon had somehow transformed the lust into lyrics cryptic enough that it didn't seem as if he was rapping about his handsome and hot bandmate. Fast forward to today, and all of a sudden he found himself faced with a very tough opponent in the form of Chris Martin and his band doing the opening notes for one of his and Hoseok's favorite songs. (confusion never stops; namjoon/hoseok)
- "This isn't a food show; this is season seven of a romcom featuring two idiots dancing around." Victoria heaves a sigh. Seokjin looks up from where he's been munching on his burger, risks Victoria a glance, then shifts his attention back to what he's eating for fear of being on the receiving end of a hard pinch on the arm if and when their eyes meet. He has has been avoiding Victoria's discerning gaze for the past few minutes already, after all. "Seriously, Jin, I don't have to know this guy personally to know he has the biggest crush on you, and I definitely don't have to know your elaborate history with him inside and out to know that you two should be dicking each other but aren't. Se-ri-ous-ly, what the hell are you two doing?" (INT. BURGER CHAIN IN BUNDANG, SUMMER 2017. NIGHT.; yoongi/seokjin)
Favorite Closing Lines:
- He takes a deep, shaky breath. He'll have to get used to this whole 'liking Taehyung and being liked in return' thing. If Taehyung is going to stick around for another then, damn, Yoongi is going to have to remind himself everyday that dreams do come true. He could write more songs about it, about them - he isn't in a rush. He can spend the next decade trying to figure out how he's lived four years of his life missing out on something as good as this - Taehyung looking at him with the fondest of gazes, smushing his cheeks with warm hands, and him losing the feeling in his legs because Taehyung hasn't gotten off of him yet and it's already been fifteen, twenty minutes. "You can get off of me now."
Taehyung shakes his head, sticks out his tongue, and rubs the tip of his nose against Yoongi's own. It's the grosses thing Taehyung has ever done, Yoongi's certain, but he kind of likes it. He likes it enough to ignore the ache in his thighs, and his back, and in his cheeks when he grins. He likes Taehyung enough to let him sit there and let him torture him with that wicked smile of his a little more. Who the hell even does eskimo kisses these days, he half groans, half laughs out at the back of his head, but whatever. It's cute, different. It's... Taehyung. It's then. So he only rolls his eyes in retaliation before Taehyung captures his lips in another kiss, and another, and another, this time softer. Warmer.
Their first date is in a convenience store, minutes after they've finally managed to disentangle themselves from kissing. Taehyung eats most of Yoongi's food, but that's okay - he isn't hungry, anyway. He just needs lots of water and maybe some coffee to sober him up some more, because he's dead sure he'll get drunk on Taehyung's mouth again later. He won't mind some kimbap, but yeah. He's more than okay with this, Taehyung munching on food right beside him and looking at him with the brightest eyes. Yeah, he's more than okay with this.
This is the end of the story, but this is also their beginning. Anyone who thinks otherwise can piss off. (boot theory; taehyung/yoongi)
- "Oh, wait, I gave- I gave you the wrong number?" Namjoon asks, voice cracking, then rushes to where Yoongi is. He reaches out, fingers curling around Yoongi's wrist as if on instinct, but he drops his hand to his side as soon as everything catches up with him - the three, four months stretched between them, and the fact that Yoongi is already holding up his phone, flashing the wrong number Namjoon had typed in his all his not-so-drunken stupor. "Wow. I didn't- I'm sorry, I thought I'd-"
Namjoon presses his lips into a thin, thin line. A beat, then he's scrunching up his face, wrinkling his nose like some kid-like the same kid Yoongi met months ago, at the beach, back in Busan where they talked about college degrees not mattering, in the long run, and growing apart being part of growing up. There are at least a hundred different things Namjoon could be saying - I thought I'd typed the right combination. I thought I was already sober enough to somehow make a way for us to keep in touch. I never thought we'd again and in JFK, of all places, but-
But here we are now, hums a voice in Yoongi's head. To Namjoon, he says as he shuffles by, arm brushing against Namjoon's own in an effort to check if this is actually happening here, in New York, "You were drunk. You probably threw up on your way home, I dunno. It's okay."
Namjoon continues to stare. It takes a few more seconds for something to crack across his features, for the subtle downward curl at the corners of his mouth to pull up and for color to come rushing back to his cheeks, then he's nodding, laughing, coughing out. "Just buy me lunch. I'm starving," Yoongi mumbles when he turns around, poised to walk off, but he waits for Namjoon to catch up, anyway. It's difficult enough to find a familiar face in a foreign land; he can't afford to lose his pass to free lunch in an airport as crowded as this, not for the second time around. "Come on. I swear to god, Namjoon: if we run out of seats because you're taking too long to say 'yes', I'm gonna kick your ass-"
"I'm buying you food if you're buying me drinks!" Namjoon calls out in a rush, then speeds past Yoongi brandishing just one bag. "Actually, make that drinks and dessert. You still owe me pudding from before, right?"
Yoongi rolls his eyes, then grips his things as tight as he can, as tight as the tiny smile tugging up at his lips. He's all bundled up and he's dragging his feet across the floor, but his luggages feel incredibly light. He keeps walking until he can catch up. (seaside improvisation; namjoon/yoongi)
Favorite 5 Line(s) from Anywhere:
- But Seokjin ends up putting off bathroom time even before Yoongi can react. Soon, they're slipping back into practiced personas, assuming their proper places in front of the camera, picking up where they'd left off. Yoongi still clutches his his shirt when Seokjin holds up the meat between them. Seokjin still goes through his elaborate appreciation of all the effort that went into producing the meat they're about to eat in a bit. Yoongi still wrinkles his eyebrows a little and shudders while mumbling Let's not go there, God- and the next thing he knows Seokjin is pressing ssam to his lips. For a second, he thinks of holding a hand up to cut the take short because he has to make sure Seokjin isn't planning to choke him with the sheer size of the ssam he's about to feed him, but soon he registers the little bubble of warmth popping on his skin, the way the food easily slides between his lips, the gentle coax of Seokjin hand on his thigh. None of it lasts for more than a few seconds, but it feels as if he's been stuck here for a while now, food lodged somewhere in his throat and making his chest ache and his eyes widen. Long enough for him to pick up the shift in Seokjin's expression, the ghost of a smile curled up at the corners of Seokjin's mouth, to register the tightness in his chest and how difficult it has become to breathe with Seokjin's pulse quick and heavy on his skin.
He gulps down hard, then, tries his hardest to swallow down the lump in his throat, then makes a decision: picks up the ssam he'd made for Seokjin and grabs Seokjin by his shirt with his free hand, then presses the wrap, warm in his cold, cold fingers, between Seokjin's even warmer lips. (buzzed.; yoongi/seokjin)
- "You volunteered to do the scoring this time, don't forget. So you're doing the mastering and not me," Seokjin reminds him, then he's bristling past Yoongi on his way to the camera set up. Or at least he would have, if he hadn't stopped about three steps into his journey and pressed the back of his hand to Yoongi's own. Here they are again, at tipping point, where the distance between them thins into no more than a deep, shaky breath, and Yoongi has to make a decision again - lean in or lean back? Push Seokjin 'til he has Seokjin backed up against a wall already, or pull away? Fight or flight? He's always been a bit scared of heights, but in all of the standstills he's run into with Seokjin, he's always chosen to take a step back. So it makes him a coward. So it makes him half the loser all those bullies back in grade school and middle school made him out to be. So who cares? There's no point in rushing into a fight, heart first, when he hasn't figured out a way to win yet. He can't win on will alone. (buzzed.; yoongi/seokjin)
Scenes from Anywhere You Would Choose to Have Illustrated:
- the entire daegu episode for 'buzzed'
- THE ENTIRETY OF 'CONFUSION NEVER STOPS'. namseok being cute ;;
- the part where taegi get dogs in 'boot theory'
New year's resolutions:
- FINISH ALL MY WIPS.
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Word Count Totals:
→ total finished, posted fic: 451389 words, 18 fics
→ longest posted fic: buzzed, 323465 words
list of completed stories:
boot theory (27700 words)
meanwhile (5415 words)
closer (is that alright?) (10770 words)
buzzed. (323465 words)
slip of the tongue (1025 words)
let's not talk too much (2210 words)
confusion never stops (1025 words)
super (1010 words)
seaside improvisation (29225 words)
i'll trust the rivers to lead me to your heart (645 words)
EXT. FOOD STALL IN HONGDAE, SUMMER 2003. NIGHT. (795 words)
holding my breath (650 words)
INT. LOTTERIA IN BUNDANG, SUMMER 2017. NIGHT. (3135 words)
trouble, after all (3390 words)
history repeats itself (13085 words)
discovering you (2190 words)
the roommate agreement (675 words)
INT. BURGER CHAIN IN BUNDANG, SUMMER 2017. EVENING. (2210 words)