𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨

𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎

prologue  ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

i like me better when i'm with you"

jeon jeongguk is a novelist; he spends hours, sometimes days, cooped up in his cozy office space writing in his book with upmost passion. he is a very minimalistic person—articulate with everything, but mostly those precious words on paper. he does not do it for the money, nor his legacy or the vast fan base he has following him; no, he does it to cope.

as successful as he may be, he is a lonely man. he doesn't have any friends, he likes it that way or so he thought; he hasn't had a lover since college, and that was years ago. there is something comforting about creating fictional worlds with fictional people, writing their lives and problems for him to relate to. he doesn't write for anyone other than himself, and he has a feeling that's why he was so shocked to find people enjoyed his poetic skills. although, lately he has been having a blockage in his mind. he is missing something to continue and finally finish the book he has been working two years on.

maybe that's why he stops; maybe that's why he lends a helping hand to the cute, tired boy sleeping on nothing but a thin mattress in a dark and cold alley. maybe that's why he wraps the boy in his own coat, prioritizing his health before his own, and leading him to his car with the heat turned high. maybe that's why he let the boy sleep all the way to his loft, avoiding the holes as to not wake him up until he carries him into his home. he knew that when he opened the door that night—the boy clinging to him in his arms and finally warm—that he was opening the invitation to let the boy stay. he wanted him to stay.

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jeongguk is 32, taehyung is 21
warnings before required chapter
slow burn, fluff, smut
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