—"Sometimes the best things in life are born from mistakes."

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The next two days passed in a blur of boring meetings, tedious assignments, and late, restless nights. Not to mention coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.

Jungkook could count on one hand the number of hours he slept over these last couple of days, so he needed copious amounts of caffeine to keep him alert and functioning. He had coffee when he woke up, coffee after the gym, coffee with lunch, coffee to help with the afternoon slump . . . Fuck, that couldn't be healthy. That was also probably the reason he'd been too wired to sleep. But did that stop Jungkook from taking a sip of his stupidly expensive caramel frappuccino?

Absolutely not.

As the sugary sweet drink rushed through his system, Jungkook turned his attention back to the five computer monitors before him. It was just past four in the afternoon on a Friday, meaning that the South Korean Stock Exchange was officially closed for the weekend. Jungkook only had to survive one or two more hours before he could leave, and so long as nothing crazy happened, he wouldn't need to take work home with him for once.

God, what would he do with two days of free time? Try to catch up on sleep, for sure. Maybe pamper himself with a nice face mask. But other than that . . .

Jungkook huffed out a disgruntled sigh. This was why he needed friends; he needed people to go out and do things with. But it was difficult to form lasting friendships when he barely spent any daylight hours outside this office building. And he couldn't forget, of course, how awkward he felt when meeting new people. That tended to make things more difficult, too.

Before he could dwell too long on his lack of a social life, his boisterous colleagues laughed from a few desks away. Jungkook doubted that they found their financial analyses that riveting, so he poked his head out of his cubicle to see what was going on. A group of them crowded around a desk, shoulders shaking as they shared some private joke.

Jungkook knew he was an outsider, but shit. He felt like he didn't belong here at all.

He was debating whether or not to get up—to join his coworkers in an attempt to be friendly—when a shrill voice called out and demanded everyone's attention.

"Jeon, got a sec?"

Jungkook's heart dropped to his stomach. To be personally sought out in front of everyone . . . This wasn't good. And as he spun in his chair, preparing for the worst, he noted the group of his coworkers blatantly watching the scene. They probably knew this wasn't good, too. They probably hoped he was about to get fired.

Fuck.

Jungkook's lips spread into a small, tight-lipped smile as he looked up at his boss. "Of course."

"Good," the woman nodded, leaning a hip against his desk. "Let's talk about the valuation you submitted a couple of days ago."

Oh, no. That was the report that kept him up until three in the morning to meet his impossible deadline. Oh, no. He made a stupid mistake and cost the company millions somehow, didn't he?

"Was everything alright?" Jungkook asked, hearing a barely concealed snicker from one of his eavesdropping colleagues.

"I should ask you that. What did you think of your work?" The woman's face gave nothing away. Her eyes were sharp and assessing, her body language relaxed but still full of authority.

"I, um." Jungkook swallowed, trying his best to tune out the nearby whispers and chuckles. "I thought it was a fair valuation. The company you wanted me to pitch didn't have too many publicly available financials, so I based most of my estimated trends on its market competitors. Then, factoring in its unique product offering with the expected shipping delays from China, I—"

The woman held up a hand. "Let me stop you there."

Oh, yeah. Jungkook was definitely getting fired right now. His boss most likely wanted to make an example of him, demonstrating what could happen when one tiny error was made.

"It was good."

Jungkook's eyebrows shot up. "Really?"

The woman still didn't smile or show any indication of being serious. "Really. The amount of research and analysis you included was very impressive considering the quick turnaround time. I've seen others take days to do the same amount of work that you did in hours."

Jungkook was pretty sure his mouth was hanging open and that he looked like an incompetent fool, but he was too happy to care. To receive this sort of praise was one thing, but to receive it publicly was an added bonus.

That was until his boss added, "You show a lot of promise. And honestly, that's why I assigned you the project in the first place. You were the only one I could trust not to completely fuck it up."

That particular comment earned Jungkook multiple glares from his coworkers, their eyes shooting daggers at him. Guess he wouldn't be making friends with them anytime soon.

"Because of that," his boss continued, "I'm going to give you another challenge. What experience do you have with alternative investments?"

"Honestly? Not much. Most of my experience has been with traditional assets and investing," Jungkook said, trying to rack his brain for anything on alternative investments. He had a feeling art and wine fell into that category, but he kept his mouth shut to avoid embarrassing himself in the event he was wrong.

"Well, do some research. We're launching a new fund comprised completely of alternatives, and I'm making you the lead analyst," his boss revealed, one corner of her mouth slightly lifting—her version of a smile. "This is a huge opportunity, Jeon. A lot of important eyes will be on you."

Her unspoken words were loud and clear: Don't mess this up.

The happiness Jungkook felt moments before quickly dissipated. Sure, this truly was a fantastic opportunity that would make him visible to his company's senior stakeholders. And yeah, this could be a game-changer for his career. But that didn't stop his chest from tightening as he thought about what else this all meant:

More pressure.

Longer hours.

Added stress.

Less free time.

If only Jungkook could say no.

But he couldn't—this assignment wasn't a request; it was an order—so he lifted his chin and ignored the pleading voice in his head chanting no, no, no. "I won't disappoint you."

His boss retreated to her office after that, leaving Jungkook to turn towards his computer monitors and frantically open a new search window. He really should save this research for Monday when he had more direction, but the new weight pressing on his shoulders demanded him to start right now. So his fingers flew across the keyboard, typing out the word alternative and preparing to add in investments when—

Oh. Shit.

Right there on his browser was an auto-complete suggestion based on his past searches:

Alternative touch therapy.

Flashbacks of a shiny mouth, tantalizing smirk, and sparkling eyes flitted through Junkook's mind in quick succession, followed by the sound of a deep voice and a husky laugh and—

Jungkook immediately pulled up his search history, typing in alternative touch therapy and blanching when twelve results populated. Delete, delete, delete. He then searched for the word cuddle and let out a rather theatrical groan when he saw fucking twenty-nine results return on his screen. He promptly deleted those as well, erasing the proof of his over-exhausted and slightly-obsessive attempt to find a man he should have already forgotten.

Should have, but did not.

For good measure, Jungkook deleted his entire browsing history from the last few days. He really was an idiot to have searched this stuff on his work computer. What if his boss or coworkers had been looking at his screen when the words alternative touch therapy appeared on the page? What would they have thought? That he was hunting for someone to touch his—?

"Jungkook."

"Hi!" Jungkook blurted out, spinning around in his chair and pasting a totally natural smile on his face. He found Jin hovering outside his cubicle.

"Hi, yourself," Jin replied, his gaze narrowing as he sat on top of Jungkook's desk. "Are you alright?"

Jungkook melted into his seat, hoping he was the picture of ease and nonchalance. He even crossed one leg over the other for good measure. "I'm great. Perfectly fine. Thanks. Why do you ask?"

"You seem jumpy."

"Jumpy? Me?" The urge to fiddle with his fingers was strong, but somehow Jungkook remained still. "You just startled me, that's all."

Jin's head tipped to the side, almost like he was trying to determine if he believed Jungkook. Whether he did or not wasn't evident. "Alright . . . Well. Let's chat about the company's new mandatory time away policy."

"The what?" Jungkook asked, trying to place the term but coming up blank. "Are you trying to tell me I need a break or something? Because I'm fine, Jin. I have everything under control."

"Right." Jin rolled his eyes. "Clearly. But that's not what I'm talking about. The company decided to enforce new rules thanks to criminal mistreatment of their resources and information."

Jungkook's leg fell to the floor, making a loud thump sound as he gaped up at his mentor in horror. Criminal mistreatment of resources . . . The higher powers already knew about his manic search, didn't they? They knew he'd used his work computer to look up something that quite honestly sounded rather sketchy and were now creating a freaking policy because of him. But to label it all as—

"Criminal?" Jungkook voiced aloud, the word coming out as strained and breathy.

"Criminal," Jin affirmed in a hushed tone. "It's the biggest scandal in the history of our company."

That was great. Just great. "How did they find out?"

"Looking back at everything, I guess it was kind of obvious," Jin said, oblivious to the grimace tightening Jungkook's mouth. "I mean, the guy didn't take a single day off in, like, eight years. Turns out he was losing money on his portfolio and tried hiding his losses by parking the funds with a friend each night. He cost the company over a trillion won by doing that, so yeah. Now we're required to take two consecutive weeks of vacation."

Wait. What the hell was Jin going on about?

"Hold on. I thought this was—" Jungkook cut himself off, belatedly realizing it was better to keep his mouth shut. If no one actually knew he used company resources to research cuddling, of all things, he didn't need to volunteer that information. "Nevermind. Can you just back up or something? I'm confused."

Jin took control of the computer mouse, launching Jungkook's email and opening an announcement from Human Resources. "We were just sent this five minutes ago. Didn't you read it?"

No. Jungkook had been too busy freaking out about, well, everything.

Apparently, Jin's question didn't require an answer because he continued, explaining, "The company realized it was too easy for people to hide criminal activity if they were always around to manage it. So the whole idea behind mandatory time away is that someone can't hide something if they're gone for a while. Everything would fall apart."

"So we get two weeks off so they can suss us out? Really?"

"Really."

Jungkook skimmed over the email, unsure of how he felt about this. On the one hand, it was kind of nice that he didn't have an option. He rarely used any of his vacation time—another unhealthy habit, he knew—so at least he would get an extended period to recharge and reset. But on the other hand, it was all too easy to imagine the mountains of work that would pile up in his absence. That would mean he'd come back to more pressure and later hours and more stress and less free time and—

"You and I have our two weeks off in a couple of months, right in the dead of August," Jin said, thankfully interrupting Jungkook's downward spiral. "It'll be hot as balls then, so naturally, Jeju Island is the only acceptable place to go."

"Naturally," Jungkook drawled, coating the word with a heavy dose of sarcasm. But in all honesty, he admired Jin for his ability to plan that far ahead; Jungkook couldn't even decide what he was going to do tomorrow.

Jin poked him in the side of the head. "Keep up that tone, and I won't invite you to join me."

Jungkook didn't expect that. He was so used to being in the background, listening to Jin's exciting travel stories while wishing he had the time or means to go somewhere himself. So to finally have the chance . . . A warm flare of hope rushed through his veins. "You'd let me tag along?"

"Duh, I'm your mentor. It's my job to make sure you work hard and blow off some steam. And I don't think you'd do that if I left you on your own for two weeks."

That was most likely true, but that didn't stop Jungkook from pressing his lips into a troubled pout. "You're sounding more like a babysitter than a mentor."

Jin ignored that comment and stood, lightly squeezing Jungkook's shoulder in the process. "If you're in, no need to worry about accommodations. I'll take care of it."

"I'm not letting you pay for me, hyung."

"And I'm not paying," Jin retorted, a playful glint lighting up his eyes. "Perks of having stupidly successful parents. We can stay at their place in Jeju and take the jet."

Sometimes Jungkook forgot—because his mentor never acted like a conceited, well-off asshole—but Jin's family was rich. Like affluent, made of money, absolutely rolling in it, rich. His parents co-founded a tech startup in Japan and were so crazy successful that the word wealthy almost lost meaning. But besides lending Jin houses and planes now and then, they didn't fund his lifestyle or hand out limitless credit cards. Jin had told Jungkook early on in their friendship that his parents wanted him and his siblings to learn the importance of hard work and earn their own money.

But still, Jungkook wanted to contribute something to the trip, so he said, "Let me at least buy alcohol for us."

Jin barked out a laugh. "Don't make an offer like that, Kook. I'll probably invite a few other friends as well. And trust me, you don't want to pay for their drinking habits."

"Who else are you—?"

A buzzing from Jungkook's pocket started then, cutting off the rest of that thought. He pulled out his cell phone and saw a local number he didn't recognize.

"I'll let you take that," Jin said, stepping outside the cubicle. But before he left for his own desk, he looked over his shoulder and grinned back at Jungkook. "I heard you're the lead analyst on the new alternatives fund. I'm really happy for you, Kook. That's a huge opportunity."

Jungkook managed a small smile in return, thankful his mentor walked away before realizing the gesture didn't reach his eyes. That was the second time someone reminded him of his huge opportunity. If he heard that phrase one more time today, he'd jump off a cliff.

Or maybe pierce his eyebrow.

Or his lip.

With a deep sigh, Jungkook remembered the phone in his hand and accepted the incoming call. Lifting the device to his ear, he let out a lackluster, "Hello?"

"Hi!" A chipper and girlish voice practically shouted through the line. "I'm looking to speak with Jeon Jungkook."

Jungkook should've let the call go to voicemail. "Yeah, that's me."

"Great! I'm calling from the Cuddle Sanctuary to schedule your first session with one of our professional cuddlers."

The Cuddle Sanctuary . . .?

Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck. Heat flooded Jungkook's cheeks as he recalled the sleep-deprived version of himself creating an account, randomly checking off boxes for a silly questionnaire, auto-filling his personal information, and after all that . . . Someone will be in touch soon regarding scheduling.

He was an idiot.

Lowering his voice—he didn't want anyone eavesdropping on this conversation and getting overly curious—he mumbled, "Right. Well, uh, thanks for calling. But I'm all set."

There was a brief clicking and clacking of a keyboard, and then, "Did someone already schedule you? I don't see any confirmations in our system, but you said you were all set and—"

"Ah, no. Sorry, I—" Jungkook ran a hand over his face. "I don't need you to schedule me. I don't want an appointment."

"But you already prepaid for three sessions."

What? No. Nope. That couldn't be right. The girl was obviously mistaken. She probably called the wrong number or mixed up his information with a client who actually wanted these services. That was the only explanation.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook finally said, "I think you're confusing me with someone else. I didn't pay for anything."

"You're Jeon Jungkook, right? Cuddlebunny97?" The girl prompted, more typing noises punctuating her words.

Jungkook cringed at the reminder of his ridiculous username. "Yes, but—"

The girl carried on, saying, "I have your application up in front of me. You requested a male cuddler available late evenings or weekends, with a preference to meet once or twice per week. And I see that you chose not applicable for any immediate concerns or boundaries. Is that ringing any bells?"

Not really. Jungkook hadn't exactly created an account for actual booking purposes. He had just wanted to find a random stranger who intrigued him, damn it, and had clicked through the options as quickly as possible.

When Jungkook failed to answer, the girl elected to provide more details. "Our application does give people the option to prepay for sessions, but no one typically does. Well, except for you, of course! Which is awesome. You're a man with initiative. But most clients usually have a consultation before deciding if they'll sign up for our services."

Correction, Jungkook was a massive idiot. "I didn't mean to pay for anything. It was a mistake."

"Sometimes the best things in life are born from mistakes," the girl replied with a giggle, probably thinking she was being helpful.

"Can you just refund me? I'm not looking for a . . . a . . ." Conscious that he was still at work, Jungkook didn't want to say professional cuddler aloud. "I'm not in need of your services."

A contemplative hum sounded from the other line. "I see. But unfortunately, we have a strict non-refundable policy. Our optional payment section explains it all in bold letters."

"I get that. Really, I do," Jungkook said, sagging back into his chair. "But I didn't even realize I paid for anything. I never even entered my credit card number, I just auto-filled my contact details and oh, shit."

Auto-fill. Jungkook's internet browser stored all his details—credit card included—and always auto-filled forms to save time. He had been so fucking exhausted when he was on his cuddling research spree and clearly hadn't paid attention to anything he was doing.

"I truly am sorry. I get that this is a frustrating situation, but we can't refund payments. Maybe you know someone who would want your sessions?" The girl suggested, again trying to be helpful.

Jungkook imagined offering cuddling sessions to Jin and just knew he'd never hear the end of it. "No, I don't. You can't make an exception?"

"We can't—"

"You can't refund payments, right." Jungkook took a deep breath, not wanting to lose his patience with this poor girl. "How much money did I drop on these sessions?"

There was more typing, followed by, "Let's see. Each session is 140,000 won, so multiply that by three and add in tax and fees . . . You paid just under 450,000 won."

Jungkook's mouth fell open. "I . . . But . . . Is there a manager I can speak with? Please?"

"The owner is in today, but he's currently in a meeting and will leave for a weekend trip shortly. You can try to call back on Monday, though."

There was no way Jungkook wanted to wait until Monday; he'd spend the whole weekend antagonizing himself over this. He wanted to settle the issue today and put this embarrassing situation behind him once and for all. And luckily—if he remembered correctly—this cuddling place was close to his office. He could walk there in ten minutes.

Jungkook unplugged his laptop from his docking station and shoved it into a backpack. A quick scan of his desk showed he had all other personal items, so he rose from his chair and marched out of his cubicle. "Thanks for the information. I'll see you soon."

"But we didn't schedule your—"

He ended the call as he navigated through his office, only slightly guilty he was leaving so early. Even though it was nearly five, it wasn't like him to leave much before six, even on a Friday. But looking around, it appeared his chatty coworkers had already left. They probably went to happy hour and decided not to invite him.

Whatever. The lack of friendly camaraderie served his purposes now.

Once making it to the lobby of his building and walking purposely slow by security—with his luck, he'd come off as twitchy and suspicious—he practically ran outside into the hectic financial district of Seoul. Honking traffic and professionally dressed people surrounded him, all moving fast and with purpose. It was moments like this that Jungkook questioned how the hell he ended up here in the first place.

Sweat gathered at the nape of his neck as he wove through the crowded streets, and he couldn't help but curse his company's dress code. Seriously, who thought it was a good idea to require employees to wear full suits in the summer? He somehow managed to peel off his blazer and cram it into his bag all while walking, then loosened his tie and popped open the first two buttons of his dress shirt. He probably looked disheveled—especially after he haphazardly rolled his sleeves to his elbows—but at least he was no longer suffocating.

After ten minutes of gallivanting through the streets of Seoul, Jungkook arrived at an ultramodern highrise. For some reason, he was expecting the Cuddle Sanctuary to be a small, cozy abode that felt like, well, a sanctuary. But upon checking the business' website, he had the right place. All he had to do was venture up to the eighteenth floor.

"I got this," Jungkook muttered under his breath, attempting to bolster his confidence. If he went into this feeling self-assured and relaxed, he could take control of the situation. He could calmly explain the scenario to the very rational and logical owner, who would then take pity on him and kindly refund his money. This whole ordeal would be over within five minutes.

A quick elevator ride later, Jungkook found himself on the eighteenth floor, opening the door to the Cuddle Sanctuary's reception. The room was bright and airy, with sunlight pouring in through floor-to-ceiling windows. Plush-looking couches were tastefully arranged around a mid-sized fountain, the splashing of water contributing to the serene ambiance. There were even flickering candles placed strategically on nearby tables and shelving.

In short, it was a sanctuary.

An empty sanctuary.

There was no one else in reception; no one walking down any of the connecting hallways and no one behind the white marble desk. An errant thought flitted through Jungkook's mind—maybe it's closed—but that didn't make sense. He got inside, didn't he?

Jungkook ventured over to the desk, hoping there was a bell or something he could ring. There wasn't. But something else caught his eye: a brightly colored book with an image of people embracing. Cuddling. He couldn't help but scoff when he read the title.

The Cuddle Sutra.

Forgetting his reason for being here, Jungkook picked up the book and started flipping through the pages. He wasn't exactly sure what he expected to see, but this wasn't it. There were full-page illustrations of people holding, touching, cuddling each other, with each position prefaced by a different name. There was Come to Papa, 68 ½, Tug O Love, Forking . . . Shit, this sounded more like The Kama Sutra than anything. He went through a few more pages, each position getting more entwined and more . . . intimate.

"Ah, the Sweetheart. That's the perfect position to listen to your partner's heartbeat."

Jungkook's heart jolted as he snapped his head up, The Cuddle Sutra slipping from his fingers and falling to the desk with a thud. He found a man peering back at him, a warm and inviting smile lighting up his face. God, how long had he been standing there and watching him?

The man picked up the book and returned it to its rightful place on the desk. "Personally, the Sweetheart isn't my favorite position. With the way you're intertwined with your partner, it gets too hot too quickly."

Jungkook's ears felt impossibly hot. "Oh, uh . . . Good to know?"

The man hummed in acknowledgment before looking at Jungkook again. "How can I help you?"

Right, this was it. This was Jungkook's chance to resolve this unfortunate misunderstanding, his clumsy mistake. So rolling back his shoulders, he said, "I was hoping to speak with the owner of this place. I have a bit of a situation."

The corners of the man's mouth instantly fell, wiping away his cheery smile as he became more alert. "I'm the owner—Jung Hoseok. Did one of your sessions not go as anticipated? Or did one of our cuddlers cross a boundary? I assure you, we take all allegations very seriously here and will launch an investigation no matter the claim."

"No, nothing like that," Jungkook rushed to say, not wanting the owner—Hoseok—to think he'd experienced foul play. "My issue is probably small in comparison, but I apparently paid for a few sessions and—"

"Oh, you're here to book! Fantastic." Hoseok's face relaxed once more, his mouth returning to a sunny grin. It was as if he had RHF—resting happy face. "I'll look at our schedule."

"No, no need. I want—"

"Let me pull up your account. What's your username?"

This felt like the phone call all over again, though he recognized the need to provide his details. But no way, not any chance in hell, would he willingly share his stupid username. "My name is Jeon Jungkook."

Hoseok turned his attention to a computer and typed in the information. After a couple of seconds of clicking and scrolling, he clucked his tongue. "Cuddlebunny97, right?"

Begrudgingly, Jungkook said, "The one and only. Now is it possible—?"

"Hm," Hoseok interrupted, leaning closer to the computer screen, "I see you requested a male cuddler and even prepaid for some sessions . . . But I don't believe any of our male cuddlers are accepting new clients at this time. Last I heard, they were booked solid for the next three weeks. Let me double-check."

The corners of Jungkook's mouth quirked up as the tension melted from his body. This was perfect. If there was no one to cuddle with, this Hoseok guy had to refund him. This was the solution!

"Ah, that's okay," he said, not bothering to hide his elation. "Don't trouble yourself."

But Hoseok shook his head. "Perhaps we'll have some openings in a couple of weeks."

Jungkook opened his mouth to argue, to demand his refund so he could forget this nonsense, when footsteps sounded from somewhere behind him. Great, now someone else was about to witness his embarrassment. A low groan pushed from his lips as he rested his elbows on the desk, burying his head in his hands.

"Hey, Taehyung," Hoseok called out, seemingly unbothered by Jungkook's display. "Do you know if any of the guys are accepting new clients?"

The footsteps got louder, closer, and then there was a voice right by Jungkook's side. "I think we're all at max capacity. I had to turn away someone just yesterday."

Oh . . . Oh, god. Oh, fuck.

That voice . . . Jungkook knew that voice. Or, more correctly, Jungkook's body knew that voice. Fuck, a shiver raced down his spine and goosebumps erupted over his arms. Even his stomach—the traitor—fluttered before pooling with warmth.

Taehyung. That was his name, the name of the guy who had haunted him for three days.

Taehyung.

Well, now Jungkook could really put things behind him. Wanting to know his name was how he had gotten himself into this mess to begin with. Finding him and learning his name was all he had wanted to do, and now he did. So there. Mission complete.

Taehyung.

But god, knowing Taehyung's name suddenly made things worse. Because now Jungkook wanted to lift his head and get a clear look at the guy. While the bar hadn't been that dark, it was different to appraise someone in broad daylight.

Not that he needed—wanted—to appraise Taehyung. He had certainly done enough of that the first time they met.

"Would you be open to meeting with a woman?"

Oh, Hoseok was still talking to him, wasn't he? Jungkook looked up through his fingers, not exactly wanting to reveal his presence to Taehyung. "No, I'm really not—"

"You want a man. Got it," Hoseok was quick to say.

Jungkook wondered if the ground would open up and swallow him whole if he asked nicely. "That's not it. I'm just not interested—"

"Wait. Hold on." His guy—Taehyung—cut in. "I've heard that line this week."

This couldn't be happening . . . Why was this happening? Oh, because Jungkook couldn't restrain his curiosity. Because the universe decided it was bored and wanted to have a little fun with him. Because he had shitty karma that was shitty.

Whatever the reason, Jungkook knew he couldn't hide behind his fingers forever. That would only make things more awkward for him, and one thing he definitely didn't need was more awkwardness. So he reluctantly straightened from his hunched-over position, letting his hands fall from his face as he finally turned towards the person who should've been nothing more than a muted memory.

His eyes met a curious gaze that quickly turned amused.

"Are you stalking me, finance guy?"

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》 V A L E N W R I T I N G 《

This is the first new chapter/content I've published in over a year—holy smokes! It took a little time to get back in the swing of things, but I love how this chapter turned out.

So . . . What did you all think?! Tell me your favorite part or the scene that made you laugh the most. Mine was the back-and-forth with Hobi—I haven't quite written a flustered JK before, so this has been a fun change of pace.

I also just wanted to say one last time, thank you all for sticking with me through my writing break. Knowing I had your support truly inspired me to return to this story and try again. I am eternally grateful for you all!