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I usually do not do this sort of thing: write about writing, lay bare the thought processes that go behind crafting each word and sentence. But there’s something about this particular work, this particular pairing that begs me to do so, and I can go on and on about it for hours. So here you are, being subjected to the same.
First, here's a link to the fic itself, for better context on what I'm about to talk about :)
This is something I had written back in September 2020, in the midst of a terrible depressive episode and dealing with feelings of intense burnout related to my own work and personal life. I posted the first chapter on ao3, then realised that it's too real, too vulnerable for me to post on a platform like ao3 and the thought made me spiral further. I hastily deleted the fic from ao3, but the doc has still been lying in my wip folders and idk what to do with it at all, I definitely don't want to keep looking at it day in and day out and feeling shitty about a) my writing b) my life c) about deleting something from ao3 that's written about two of my favourite boys in the world - mingyu and junhui.
Hence, I'm just dumping it here. I'm glad nobody will truly notice that this is here while at the same time, I can get it away from my wip folder and never have to look at it again lool.
( kiss like my heart is hitting the ground )
Hence, I'm just dumping it here. I'm glad nobody will truly notice that this is here while at the same time, I can get it away from my wip folder and never have to look at it again lool.
( kiss like my heart is hitting the ground )
