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[Jark/ Markson - Two-shot] Drowning
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Complete, First published Dec 31, 2018
Mature
1/ Title	: Drowning
2/ Author: Mee
3/ Pairing: Jark
4/ Disclaimer: Nothing but this fic belongs to Mee
5/ Category: Slice of life. Angst
6/ Rating: T
7/ Warning	: H scene slightly described 
8/ Status: two-shot. Completed
9/ Notes:
- Fic thuộc page DoubleJ - MS9394
- Viết vì nhớ Nghi Ân, nhớ Gia Gia. Và lòng luôn thầm cảm ơn Nghi Ân vì đã luôn dịu dàng như thế. Viết trong những ngày mưa nhiều, những điều tôi nghĩ về khi nhìn trời trong một chuyến bay đêm, về những khoảnh khắc thành thật với bản thân rằng mình đang cực kỳ không ổn. Như một thứ công thức đặt sẵn, bất cứ khi nào tôi viết về Jark, đó sẽ là Angst.
- Viết về Jark, về Markson, tôi chỉ muốn viết về một Đoàn Nghi Ân cô đơn, tự lập, cứng rắn, u buồn.
Và ngoài Gia Gia ra, thì còn ai thích hợp để Nghi Ân đau lòng vì nữa.

10/ Things I listen to when writing: 
Raining in KYOTO & Raining in PARIS | Lo-fi/Vaporwave beats mix - by The Bootleg Boy
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