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i’m not crying you’re crying.
thank you so much dia—you’re such a pure soul :( i only wish that i could’ve started talking to you earlier because you truly do brighten my day and provide such amazing content / conversations and it’s always a pleasure to see you on my dash. your mannerisms always make me giggle and smile and i’m thankful for you bub! here’s to 2021 <3
— I’ve seen similar posts like this going around, and I really wanted to make my own so here it is! 2020 was definitely a year for a lot of us, both good and bad, and I just wanted to give out my love and appreciation for those who’ve stuck with me before 2020 and are still here, and also to those who I met this year! I’ve really enjoyed getting to know a lot of you and becoming friends, and I truly mean it when I say you guys have made me 2020 a lot more fun. Even if we’ve only talked once, talked everyday, or never talked at all and you just lurk in my notifs, I’m still grateful for you and your support.
If you were tagged, then that means on more than one occasion, you’ve either made my day or posted content that I very much enjoy. Thanks for 2020 and here’s to 2021 <3
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unmarked boundaries ; j. wy
pairing wooyoung x reader
genre unrequited(?) love, tear drop of angst, minor fluff
word count 2.3k
warning(s) mentions of alcohol/drinking, explicit language
taglist @inkigayeo @peachjaem00 @atinykidult @toffee-hwa @yunwoo @fairyofdusk (lmk if you’d like to be added to my taglist!)
dia’s note hi idk why i wrote this but i had fun :D
synopsis it was inevitable that you would one day fall for wooyoung’s unrelenting charms. you just wished you weren’t so fearful of the unknown.
In retrospect, the amount of alcohol you consumed that night was probably not ideal, considering you were supposed to be the designated driver. Instead you ended up crashing at his place which was conveniently right next door to where the party was being held.
Stumbling over the dewy grass, up the stony steps, and through the mahogany door, you collapsed onto the floor so gracefully one might think you’d have a flair for constantly tripping over your own two feet. Luckily for you, a warm hand gently gripped your upper arm, tugging your limp body up and wrapping a strong arm around your waist. You could faintly smell the sweet scent of someone’s cologne and smiled lazily, burying your face into the clothed chest of the person holding you steady.
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