#and instead you write peotry

[this-is-godot]

So, components of ADHD are hereditary. Despite obvious signs I wasn’t diagnosed until very recently. But but but: my parents weren’t even able to notice anything weird because whenever I said I had trouble with XYZ, one or the other knew the problem from themselves and had a homebrew coping method that even worked for some time.

[the-gay-trashmouth]

Being a mentally ill queer person is just like:

*works through trauma via art with heavy religious undertones, depicting yourself as both an angel and a demon, two sides of the same coin, both miserable and yet both convinced this was the best path they could have chosen, yet they both remain plagued by the question of would they be happier if they had chosen the others path, unable to see the others misery and regret, desperately clinging to a hatred for one another as a way to distance themselves from the life they could have had*

[strwbwoo]

happily ever before ; wen junhui

cw : fluff , fem reader , intended lowercase , this is like the epilogue of first love , mentions of alcohol, can be read by itself , 650 words

the beginning of freshman year, reserved at first glance but under your shell is a bright girl with a carefree attitude.

your phone screen lit up, with now playing : 寂寞号登机口 on your lockscreen, catching your attention slightly before going back to get your desk ready for class before it starts.

as your doing that another distraction comes along, a big hand is waved infront of your face. adjusting your headphones and eyes now on him or more specifically into his own pair of simple brown eyes, with body language suggesting him to talk he does, “can i sit here?”

given as your eyes skim around the room and somehow there isnt another spot left for him your only answer was, “sure” short, simple, nonchalant sure.

“wen junhui” he says hurriedly as he prepares his own desk with less time given as you did already prepped by now, “yn ln”

✿

new day, same classroom, the same classmate goes, “yn ln”

“wen junhui?” confused on why he said your full name. but he never responds, with a smile on his face as he gets his stuff out for class.

weird.

a week passes by and everyday this happens

“yn ln” “wen junhui” and sometimes small talk after.

✿

your relationship with the classmate further develops when he starts cover the edge of your desk when you bend down to get you pencil.

“be careful” he says still focused on writing the class notes.

and when he brings you banana milk during lunch.

“m’ assumed you forgot your lunch since you came without your lunchbox with the daisy pattern”

and when you do bring lunch, pulls up your sleeve before it gets to your food.

or when your hair is in your way, sliding a hair tie on your desk.

“hurry” is all he whispers once again keeping his focus on notes.

✿

soon after you meet his friends at homecoming, thankful for the friend that invited you to come with them and them ditching you not long after the event started.

hoshi already unstable with slurred speech as if the fruit punch was mixed with alcohol. the outgoing bunch of the 13 boys would have you in a panic if not for jun by your side to reassure you about them and how to handle it.

the disco lights enhanced the way mingyu swayed his limbs as light a flame started playing, suengkwans singing along to very nice with beautiful vocals, and the way jun stared at you with those simple brown eyes as you caught him staring as you two took a break from the group and sat down with a plate of snacks the school provided.

the same brown eyes lit up as moonwalker plays on the speaker, grabbing your wrist with loose grip and letting go as soon as both of you had arrived to the dance floor, only to be pushed into a mosh pit.

a number of people surrounding him yet he smiles all gummy and wide while looking into your eyes as if you were the only person in the whole wide world.

✿

seeing jun before class is a rare sight, yet you find him below a cherry blossom trea, all of his attention on you can only assume a peotry book.

“hey jun!” with a smile on your lips.

jun replies back with a casual, “hi yn!”

the sight of jun floods your mind with your moments with him that occupied your mind most, “im sure we are friends at this point so i wanted to ask..” and now infront of the boy now standing up.

“ask away” as he matches your smile.

“every morning in class you always say my name. why is that?”

the first time you catch his cheeks pink and pretty as he everted his eyes to the blossoms that no longer sit on the tree branches but the grass instead.

jun confessing, “i like how you say my name..”

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