Author's Note (:

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This infatuation which I have for wheetae is becoming unhealthy. I mean all I have been doing lately was looking and searching for any possible hints from every bits of their interactions. Yes, I feel ashamed, and yet I can't help it. Hence, the fruit of all that searching and mooning is this story. I figured maybe writing a fiction about them would make me less delusional, then again, I don't think that's possible. *laughs awkwardly* All I ask of you is to bear with my unhealthy fixation, as well as my shoddy English, should you, by any chance, decide to read this story.

Kindly note that this is just a story, so don't get upset when you find something that offends you. I would like to thank those of you who have decided to give this story a chance. Please do vote and comment if you like my work. Turn those little strokes of stars into orange coloured ones, as every vote brightens my day!

Love,

Jeann

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