TID Appreciation Week: Day Two (Favorite Ship) ⇢ Herongraystairs

❝ How they loved each other, these three, how they had suffered for each another, and yet how much joy they clearly took from simply being in the same room. ❞

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Hellooooo… (* ^ ω ^) 

I’m looking for someone who would be interested in betaing (I don’t think that’s an actual word) a JongYu fic. 

The story is a 8000+, G-rated, very fluffy (in a non-fluffy way), innocent AU oneshot. The plot is quite simple and takes place in a span of only 2 hours. There is nothing dramatic happening…no warnings…just a slice of life so to speak. 

Plut summary: Cuddling

I’ve never actually written any JongYu in my life, so this is a first (this is a half-truth…I’ve tried to write JongYu once 7 years ago…and abandoned it after chapter 1). I just wanted to try something else for a change. Turns out JongYu works perfectly fine when I want to write innocent things.

I don’t have any requirements as long as you notice mistakes I’ve made. If you are interested, just send me a message or reply to this post, and I will contact you…^^ (this sounds way too formal…like some business proposal)

Originally posted by shineetho

If you haven’t read anything I’ve written so far  -> there you go ^^

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.