san is in love with wooyoung.

as easy as that phrase sounds in san's head, as instinctual as the word love blossoms in his mind every time he pictures wooyoung's wind-tussled hair or wooyoung's curious, round eyes or wooyoung's glistening, blinding smile, it's a strange feeling which lounges over san's heart.

san hasn't experienced anything like it, but even then, his and wooyoung's version of love isn't what he'd ever pictured love to be. it's not like the love in the horrendously-written dramas san was forced to watch at home, all retelling the same mundane tragedies of affluent, blonde couples cheating on one another. it's not like the love in seonghwa's past relationships, the obnoxious, greedy partners who only desired a pretty ornament hanging off their shoulder ultimately stranding him in blood and tears. it's not like the love san grew up with his entire life, cruel and heartless, because somewhere along the line his parents decided they didn't want him any longer.

wooyoung's love isn't like anything san has ever seen before — completely foreign to any and all fragments of his eighteen years worth of being. and, maybe it's stupid, but san likes to think that that's because wooyoung's love is specially crafted for him.

that when san is lonely because he's spent the entire week alone, slouched in the misery of his room, only getting up for work hours — because he's finally employed now, working at a pizza place down in the city — there's a reason why wooyoung is the only one who magically raises his spirits. that when san's forearms are a deep, stinging red because summer homework is taxing and difficult, there's a reason why wooyoung is the only one who pulls him out of spiralling. that when san is feeling giddy and skittish because he so badly craves a pint of mint-chocolate ice cream, even though he's just woken up an hour ago, there's a reason why wooyoung is the only one who would indulge in his morning hunger.

because wooyoung loves him. even through his constant paranoia and the unpredictable spurs of unhappiness that plunge over him when he thinks too hard about the wrong things. wooyoung loves san and san loves wooyoung, too.

san thinks he might love the boy a teensy bit more this morning when he texts him that he'll be over in ten.

he leaps into the kitchen with a broad smile that causes his eyes to sparkle. "hwa! seonghwa!"

whipping his head around to him, seonghwa's brows encapsulate an interrogative look. "morning, sanshine." he swirls a spoon within the mug of coffee embraced closely between his palms. rippled spells of steam rise towards the ceiling. "what's up?"

"woo is coming over!"

seonghwa's expression deepens. "hm? this early?"

"yep! we're getting ice cream together!" san bounces on his heels twice, gloating dreamily. "he says it's on him and he says it's a date and—"

"woah, what— a date?"

the beam supporting san's teeth on display drops — into a gasp of panicky air. he didn't think this through, he should have thought this through. san's mouth opens, then closes only a moment after. thoughtfully sucking at the inside of his mouth, he tries again and manages to peep a timid and brisk, "yes."

seonghwa's lashes flutter at san in baffled blinks. "what? yes?"

"y—yeah." gulping, san shrugs his shoulders, forging carelessness. he sure hopes he's doing an adequate job. "so?"

seonghwa laughs incredulously. "so you didn't tell me you guys were on dating status! you tell me everything, sannie — has developing a crush suddenly changed that?" the scoff seonghwa next releases courses in lightheartedness, and san's shoulders sink gladly in relief.

"you're stupid," san mutters, the emerging coat of pink upon his cheeks radiating off him like the gleam of rose quartz, as he brushes past seonghwa to get to the fridge.

"stupid or not, i don't care — open up."

"what?"

"i said—"

"no!" san counterfeits defensively, tugging open the fridge door. stubborn, he refuses to meet seonghwa's prying eyes.

seonghwa gasps playfully. "what do you mean — no? yes, you will."

"uh, no, i wo—"

"san," seonghwa's voice has arose in sternness — yet, the tenderness jutting the plush of his lips outward only presents with care and curiosity. typical seonghwa.

"you and this boy are almost constantly hanging out. he influences a key part of ur safety. believe me, i don't care to know about the things the pair of you get up to. you're an adult, now, sanshine, i'm more than okay with you making your own decisions — responsibly." with a long exhale, careful to tread lightly, seonghwa nears san. his eyes remain roaming the contents of the fridge, but the restlessness dulling the hardly discernible streaks of colour within them convey he isn't really looking. "san... i just want you to be okay. with him. i know you trust him, and so do i, but accidents happen and mistakes happen, so honestly? i would really appreciate it if you would, at the very least, inform me of what kinda relationship you guys have."

san's gaze drifts along the side of a milk carton, his brain registering close to zero of the words printed across it, however. he heaves, sudden breathlessness overtaking him. "i don't know, seonghwa," he whispers.

"you... you don't know what?" seonghwa presses, like san is playing a joke on him.

but he's not — why would he? he really doesn't know. "i don't—" he feels his voice squeak. "i don't know what we are — me n' wooyoung. he— we— i told him that i like him."

"oh, sannie..."

but before seonghwa can spare him any more of his unneeded pity, san interrupts: "he told me that he likes me, too. he says that he loves me, hwa."

startlement shines a glimpse of light over seonghwa's eyes. his mouth widens. "oh, i— wow."

"is that all?" san asks softly, but when it comes out he sounds mean, cold. it scares him, makes him freeze — that's how his father talks. something thick clogs his lungs and he can't breathe. "i mean— i just—"

"i'm sorry for prying, sanshine." by the look on his face, seonghwa means it. "i just need to keep you safe."

eyes brimming with tears, san's face crumples subtly. "i know," it comes as a feeble whisper, hoarse and emotional. he looks up at the boy, who saved his dear, stupid life, and regrettably says nothing of much value. "i'll go, and—" san nods pointedly to the stairs. "get ready."

"yeah. yes. good."

"good," san agrees stiffly, drawing his eyes away from the indifferently thoughtful expression before him. brushing off his perplexity, san retreats back to his room.

———

the secrecy of hushed voices seeping through the floorboards causes san's muscles to grow rigid and cold. he blinks at himself in the mirror, attempt to decode seonghwa's murmurs an unaccomplished one, as he tugs at his hair.

he looks... okay. better.

but still the same. still him, still san. still the stupid, weak, miserable boy he's spent his entire life trying to look after.

helplessly, san releases his fingers from the stinging pain in his scalp. he trudges downstairs.

he should be excited — and he was — it's wooyoung. his sweet, caring, perfect wooyoung. but there's something about the doubtful way seonghwa looked at him and there's something about the whispers that grow louder and louder as san enters the living room and there's just something about the tear in san's heart that wavers his confidence about the date to come.

the floor creaks upon the entrance of san's presence. wooyoung greets him with widened, surprised eyes and, after glancing at seonghwa nonchalantly, he hurries to san with his lips pressed to his temple, tender and wet. "hi, bubs." then, a hand of wooyoung's fingers find san's hair, running through his locks. "you feeling okay?"

san feels love again.

"mm." san smiles gracefully. "yeah, 'm okay. still want ice cream, though."

wooyoung's lips twist into an endearing smile. "you didn't think i came all the way down here to turn you down, did you?"

cheeks blooming a hue of love, san just shrugs. "maybe."

"well, you're just being silly," wooyoung decides, before turning to seonghwa: by the till. the bright pigment of his hair has died down now into a pale pink, looking ever so ethereal upon the wealthy rays of sunshine bouncing off from him. the look in seonghwa's eyes as he observes the younger pair only competes with the glistening sky dawning over them this morning. "i'm borrowing sannie, now, if that's okay with you," wooyoung offers sweetly, and it's impossible to say no to him. "we'll only be a few hours."

seonghwa smiles, small but there, there and approving. "sure, you can. i need a breath or two without him whinging in my space, anyway."

opposing with the grumpy furrow of san's brows, wooyoung laughs loudly. the sound loosens san's expression quickly, rings in his mind for a long moment as wooyoung quietens to respond, just as cheekily, "i guess i'll sacrifice myself to the whinging for you, seonghwa."

lips falling into an insulted o, san nudges wooyoung's shoulder. merely one look at the offence scribbled across san's forehead and wooyoung is guffawing into his palm once more.

"wooyoungie."

upon the frown etching san's chin downwards, wooyoung reiterates, "hey, don't make that face." despite the amusement still perking his features, wooyoung kisses san's nose, an apologetic gesture. "we're just joking around, baby." then wooyoung grins. "i don't mind it when you whinge. it's cute."

san looks like he's ready to fight... ish. his attempt at a menacing glare is only endearing to wooyoung and the purse of his lips looks like a pout, one of san's typical ones when he's concentrating hard on something, and he just looks so ridiculously adorable that wooyoung doesn't deflect the overwhelming urge to tickle the top of san's head.

"see — look at you." wooyoung coos." you're adorable."

"but i— just—" san whines, long and endearing, as the grumpy frown beholding his lips quickly morphs into a flustered scrunch, accompanied by flushed cheeks. when wooyoung chuckles out of amusement, san grumbles, barely audible, "ice cream."

wooyoung winds his fingers around san's wrist delicately and patiently waits for the elder to sink into the gesture. this prompts him to slip their hands into a secure embrace — warmth fills san's chest. "whatever you ask for, my sannie," flatters wooyoung. "let's head out now, yeah?"

san hums, finding it physically impossible to muster even one syllable. he nods hastily, which confirms his vague approval.

there's a dazed, almost naive, look in san's eye that wooyoung picks up on.

he smiles to himself.

san walks with a childish, albeit small, skip in his step. clinging to wooyoung's side evokes a feeling within him similar to an illustration in a picture book, of magical clouds and vibrant rainbows and sparkly skies. san feels safe, protected, with wooyoung pressed to him, not a single responsibility smothering his little mind but to walk alongside the latter — no chores, no expectations, no troubles. nothing. just him and the atypically regular beat of his heart. it's peaceful.

despite not having uttered a word since they left seonghwa's place, san hums to himself whenever the chance appears that their surroundings are bare. the chirpy melody is unrecognisable to wooyoung, but he doesn't interrupt san with a question nor a comment. he merely contributes to san's quietness with his own, his eyes attentive and almost shining, however, as he examines san's mannerisms, every marvelled expression across his face and bouncy jitter of his limbs.

thankfully, san doesn't pick up on wooyoung's observational glances — though, they are blazingly obvious.

san feels... stuck, but in the best way possible. like he's been granted air once more, spinning and twirling and waltzing in a bubble of spectacular wonder: within it involves just the brightly coloured supermarket he passes by every day, or the music store that has been there forever but only recently he's paid attention to curtesy to wooyoung, or the nursery he attended as a toddler. it's been a decade and a half, and incredibly remodelled. the monotonous brick walls san remembers are now painted in lively pastels, trimmed hedges surrounding the entrance like the elysian fields, glimpses of the blue and yellow jungle gym sparking a thrill in san he hasn't experienced since he was so young.

the frames of san's younger self sit tightly around the bridge of his nose, clinging tightly around the curve of his ears. san wishes he could wear these glasses forever.

"... you want, sannie?"

san jumps, brain fuzzy. "hm?"

wooyoung is looking at him now, expectantly. "what flavour would you like, baby?"

san blinks. once, then twice. three times. "oh," he says, "ice cream."

"yes, baby, ice cream." soft, wooyoung chuckles. "do you know what flavour you want, bubs?"

san's chest tingles, as his heart blooms within, bright and sparkly at wooyoung's voice. "ice cream!" he repeats, squeals, giggles, before humming to himself thoughtfully. "hmmm... i wan'... mint!"

"mint?"

"mint... mint choco!"

the unending smile reassuring wooyoung's lips provides san with no knowledge of the fact that they've been loitering at the entrance of an ice cream parlour for several minutes. usually, san would be panicking by now, a cause of bundled shame and distress.

but right now, he feels, wooyoung helps him feel, at ease. like he's a little boy, no longer afraid of the world or himself.

for the first time since he was born, san feels like he's been allowed to rest. from his thoughts, his feelings, himself.

san is resting.

———

the bright voices emitting from seonghwa's laptop have, at some point, faded from san's immediate consciousness. he swings himself mindlessly, from side to side, rustling the bed covers, almost like a giddy puppy after receiving tummy scratches. with wooyoung's company, he can't help but feel so elated.

san isn't paying much attention anymore, but he smiles when the tune he hummed earlier is imitated by a choir of flutes, signifying the finish of yet another waybuloo episode. as the ending credits begin, he reaches out to pause the show. he then snuggles back down into the pillows, cosy.

wooyoung, laying on his side, watches san. tranquility cradles his voice tightly when he hums. "baby."

"mm?"

"no more?"

positioning over to his side, san faces wooyoung with a smile. "no more," he answers, fiddles with wooyoung's tee, "i'm— i'm here now — properly, i think... thank you for watching with me, woo."

"of course, sannie." a hand reaching for san's bangs, wooyoung hesitates. "i know it's special to you."

"mm. they keep me warm."

silence envelops the space between the pair. a silence that makes san feel calm and steady, especially thanks to the fingers massaging his scalp, though it only lasts for half a second; san has to say something. he completely lost control of himself just now, and although it's a feeling more freeing than anything in his life, it's weird. abnormal. for all he knows, wooyoung is only acting like nothing is wrong because he's... well, wooyoung — he's kind.

"wooyoungie..." san finally says, voice dropping a notch, body tense. all of a sudden, san feels like the same person he was the day he met wooyoung, bloody hands and torn heart.

"i need to talk to you"

wooyoung looks right at san, confused but welcoming.

"need— need to tell you something," san almost mutters, shame strangling his words with a grip nearly breathless.

"san." wooyoung's hand in san's hair softens to a motion where he's gently caressing his locks, the pads of his fingers treading slowly. "it's okay, bubs, you're okay. i— i know what's going on, what this is, i understand," he confesses.

san blinks, rapidly, exhales a surprised, shuddering breath. "i— huh? what? really?"

"really."

"but i never—"

"i know," and san believes wooyoung. "seonghwa... he's told me a little. only this morning, actually." wooyoung pauses when san averts his gaze over to the windowsill, though only momentarily. "i'll always understands you as much as i can n' that's a promise, sannie. you don't need to feel bothered over this. but i've— honestly, i picked up on it a while ago. just a little — i was mostly unsure — i just... could tell something was different at times."

san still isn't looking at him.

"my angel... i still have a lot to learn and understand about this and about you. i'll need your help, when you're ready. do you think that's alright?"

"i..." when san finally does return his gaze to wooyoung, his eyes sparkle, brightly fearful stars floating alongside his dark orbs.

"my sannie," wooyoung solaces. "baby."

san cracks.

"it— it— it just happens, wooyoung. i don't know— i can't control it most of the time— it's just... there.. happens." the volume of san's voice doesn't dare to compete with anything more than a whisper. "hwa says it's... it's meant to— to help. help me. help my thoughts for a while. but i—" as san catches his breath, wooyoung merely pulls him close, patience placed between his delicate palms as he holds the boy to his front. san sniffles, long, dries his tears. "he says i'm... coping." the word slips by san's tongue like a plague. "like this."

wooyoung halts. he rubs san's back. "i think that's perfectly okay. i think my san deserves this — a place where he feels safe and happy. i think things are going to feel better from now on."

"i don't... know. i think it's stupid and— and embarrassing, and i wish i wasn't like this. but i— it— it makes me feel good. a really nice kind of good. like— like i won't— like nothing... can hurt me anymore."

san's eyes sweep shut, as if exhausted, and wooyoung strokes his head. "feeling a really nice kind of good doesn't seem stupid or embarrassing to me," he says softly.

"really?" fragile sincerity breaks san's voice.

"really, bubs. don't worry about this — not with me. there's no need for that. i'll happily lay here and watch waybuloo with you for however long you want." when san's lips find a faint smile, wooyoung smiles harder. "anything else you ask from me, i'll find a way to do so in a heartbeat. just ask, my sannie. please. okay?"

san shuffles closer to wooyoung, curves into him so they're as pressed together as physically close as can be. he nods, slowly, whispers a feeble "okay," and squeezes the arm curled around his figure. "thank you, woo... my woo." san breathes, basking beneath the comfort of wooyoung's care. "thank you for everything that you do."

"i do it because i love you," wooyoung responds instantly. like it's... easy.

san's heart stops. hearing that again, even for the second time, is nothing less than unimaginable. experiencing wooyoung's love is a blessing unreal. he is heavenly; he orbits san's heart, gracing each chamber with angelic trails of gold, heart-shaped dust until san is surrounded by nothing but luminous twinkles of adoration. he's overwhelmed with the feeling.

wooyoung loves him. san fails to stifle the twine of giggles that emerge in his throat.

"what?"

giggles raising in volume, san shakes his head. "nothing, just—" he leans back to beam at the younger boy and brushes his finger across the unserious pout on his lips. "i love you, too. so much."

"hmm?" it almost sounds like a challenge. "i love you more than that. i love you entirely, every single part of you. even the parts that you might dislike," wooyoung adds, and if this is still a challenge, it's a peculiarly heartfelt one. san clutches onto wooyoung, tight, as he continues, "if anything, i love those parts extra hard to make up for it. i can't have a single part of you feeling unloved. i love you that much."

"i love you:" is all san musters, quiet in response, feeling unfairly at a loss of words. "i love you, wooyoungie, so... much, i... i love you."

a beat of desperateness coats san's hushed voice. his eyes search wooyoung's face, his eyes, nose, his lips; san has always thought wooyoung is handsome, it's undeniable. he's... charming: the asymmetrical curve of his eyes, the long bridge of his nose, the moles ornamenting his gorgeous tan skin. as he admires the younger now, san thinks wooyoung has pretty lips, too. they're perfect, like the rest of him, pink and plush, and san thinks that if he had the chance to graze his lips against wooyoung's, even just once, that it would feel soft and—

"woo," san's subconscious murmurs.

"sannie." wooyoung stares at the elder boy, his eyes glossy and his breaths heavy. "i'm here, san. what's wro—"

"i want you to kiss me," san hears himself say.

he's almost inaudible over the thump of his heart. every millisecond, it drums, impossible for san to keep up. "can you kiss me, wooyoung?"

a second passes. then two, then three, and wooyoung's hand slips from san's hair to his cheek. he cups his face, travels his thumb from san's cheekbone across to his jaw, wooyoung's gaze savouring the warmth behind the touch when san's skin ignites a shimmery, rosy hue.

"pretty." wooyoung admires, like san is a piece from an art gallery.

san's insides flip erratically until they're inside out, and just as he squirms at the unrelenting flame sitting at the pit of his tummy, wooyoung does it.

wooyoung is kissing him.

wooyoung kisses san soft, then hard; short, then long; sweet, then rough. full and intertwined and overflowing with love all the same, as if kissing him is all wooyoung has ever been taught, all he knows.

and san kisses wooyoung back, consumed wholly by the feeling of wooyoung's lips — wooyoung's lips on his lips. the fiery sensation igniting within san reaches the tips of his fingers and every fiber of hair on his skin, pleasing every nerve inside of him, begging for more, more, more.

climbing up onto wooyoung's thighs leaves their kiss messy and disorganised, but wooyoung refuses to part from san just yet, squeezing the latter's hips as he slides effortlessly onto his lap. san presses their chests together, desperate for warmth, desperate for wooyoung, desperate for more, more, more.

boasting with passion, san clutches at wooyoung's shirt and—

and wooyoung pulls away.

"san. sannie." wooyoung breathes heavily, skims his lips over san's cheek.

his lips part, mouth opens, but only a whine of a noise escapes san's throat. nothing more, not a single word, passes his tongue; it's just impossible when he's panting this hard, fingers trembling, vision muting into clouds of indiscernible shapes.

he kissed wooyoung. wooyoung kissed him.

exhilaration overwhelming his bloodstream, san leans in, eyes already fluttering shut once more. he needs more, more, more.

a hand is planted on san's chest.

"baby."

san's eyes open. at the sight of wooyoung gazing down at him gently, he blinks. confused, curious. dizzy — he just kissed wooyoung. "hi."

"san— we can't— i—"

wooyoung stops. breathes.

san's fingers begin to tremble faster, for reasons other than pleasure.

"sannie—"

"did you not—"

"i did." wooyoung's hands let go of him. "i really, really did." he tugs san's fingers into his own, holds them as to soothe his fears. "that was wonderful, so wonderful. perfect. you're perfect."

"i— i also felt wonderful," san says slowly. he sinks into wooyoung's touch again. "i really liked it... i want to kiss you again, woo."

wooyoung's eyes crinkle into crescents when he smiles, warm and twinkling. he squeezes san's hands. "good. i want to kiss you again, too, i— so much." then, wooyoung's eyes sink slightly, unnoticeable if it wasn't for san's persistent stare. "angel, i— this isn't enough."

san's heart plummets.

"i want... i want to be yours if we're going to do this again," says wooyoung. sincerity is tied ever so sweetly into his voice. "i want you to be mine."

eyes wide, throat dry, san breathes.

"is that... okay?" wooyoung asks.

"is that okay?" san finally speaks, incredulity paralysing his features. wooyoung must be utterly crazy. "i— woo, i— i... i've never wanted anything more. i want to be yours, too, i want— i want you to be mine, too." longing rounds san's eyes. "please."

the grin on wooyoung's lips sparkles. san thinks his smile alone could compete with a constellation of stars. "sannie... really?"

"really, wooyoungie." san smiles back, hard: it hurts.

"okay." wooyoung giggles, bright and beautiful. san does, too. "does this mean..."

"yes. please."

"okay." wooyoung doesn't stop smiling, and neither does san.

he can't. he smiles hard and smiles wide and nuzzles into wooyoung's shoulder with a long string of giggles, bright and beautiful and loud. wooyoung squeezes san, his shoulders and waist, infatuation pouring out from his palms, decorating the boy's skin with its intense beauty. san believes he's made it to heaven.

"thank you for helping me find my blazer that day."

"thank you for letting me."

when wooyoung presses his nose into san's hair, kisses his ear, and squeezes his waist another time, san realises that maybe... maybe wooyoung helped him find himself, too.

san is home, here, held in wooyoung's arms.

san has been found.

end.

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a/n: hey queenies 🌟🌟🌟

AAAAAaaaaaa i missed writing so much i miss updating so much i miss it here so so so much ☹️

but iii am back! yay! and oh yeah lost and found is over ummmm. i've never been sadder after ending a fic n i say that every time but genuinely im. devastated. l&f woosan r so precious to me they are. my everything. which is why writing this took me so fucking long it was just so tricky cus this chapter is so dear n personal to me and so is this fic as a whole n i knew that i wanted to end it perfectly. as perfectly as i could and that thought in itself scared me so um. sitting down to write made me really anxious every time and i'd always go back n delete like 400 words n then 20 minutes later i'd regret it and cry and give up and.

despite my mourning i'm sooo so satisfied and happy w myself cus not only did i finally finish this chapter!!! but i'm also sort of. proud of how it turned out but idk maybe my gf just boosted my ego too much

speaking of my lovely gf i also wanna thank some people in my life who have encouraged n supported my writing over the past few months (cus i'm corny lol sorry)

wooyobites screams so hard i. clay is sadly a smts enthusiast but i genuinely don't believe anybody has reread my stuff as much as she has he is insane but i love him so much. sansvenus owes a lot to u ur words fill me with so much confidence for my writing and u are one of the sweetest friends 💗🫧 also i will never forget that thread of predebut san pics u dmed to me on twt saying it reminded u of l&f san bc that seriously changed my life for the better

voidatz my kit my kit 😖 i'm teary just thinking about u plz stop. okis first u are the prettiest writer in the world and u never will convince me otherwise so don't even try :< u are the loveliest friend i've ever had the luck of knowing n i'm so grateful that you've been by my side cheering me on all this time. u inspire me so much every day. i'll cherish all of ur sweet words forever they mean just everything to me and so do u. aaaa i love u i love u so much ⭐️ thank u for loving my writing n thank u for everything u do <3

S4NS1RS i will try my very best to act normal here um! i'm in love w u sorry um im in love w u fuck oops hi. thank u thank u so so much for proofreading this chapter for me i hope u can b my proofreader forever n ever. i love u with absolutely everything that i have this chapter wouldn't be the same if you weren't in my life. nothing would be. woosan r so us and we're so them and i'm also deranged but it's true!! and u know it :3 also iii cannot wait for when ure ready to publish ur own stuff again it will be the best day of my life and i will be ur personal cheerleader and. okis i stop here but you're my sweet lover until i die and everybody should know

i am sobbing my eyes out but i am so endlessly thankful for everybody who loves lost and found bc i love lost and found ☹️ i talk abt this a lot but she is my favourite out of everything i've ever written she's like my child. genuinely. she's my baby :(

i really apologise for taking almost a year to update again that was never meant to happen. so many things just got in the way n ive had the worst writers block since the summer n alevels r 😭😭😭 a nightmare. but i really want to start writing more often whenever i get the time to bc i've realised over the past few days that it really brings so much light into my life and losing that temporarily made me feel crap lol

i love you all i hope u enjoyed lost and found as much as u could 🥲🥲 thank u for everything in the world thank u for existing my heart sparkles with so much gratitude when i think about my account here. it's unreal to me.

last thingggg an epilogue will 100% be written at some point but i. shall not promise a single thing cus for all i know it may just come out in another two years!!! (though i hope not)

okis that's all i now press the scary publish button aaaaaa byebyebbyebyebye i love u so much byebye