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Hey Didi! How are youuuu??? 

Hey bro of you want you can check my stories too as you says you like bottom hyunjin and angst stuff so there is one of a dark vibe story of my and one is angst you can read it if ya want :).

I need good bottom Hyunjin stories to read. Surprising coming from me? Yes. It's not that I don't have good ones, I just happened to run into some that- are morally grey (black).
          
          One was where Hyunjin fell in love with his abuser, Chan- something about Stockholm Syndrome. It was a nice story- but erm... no.
          
          The other was... well.... Normalised non-con sex .... ..... ..... Yeah, not gonna explain it.
          
          Anyways, I like angst, and I like Hyunjin. Thank you ❤️ 
          
          

Didi, you posted so many messages and vents about your life here! (⁠⊃⁠｡⁠•́⁠‿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)⁠⊃ How are you so comfortable with sharing all your problems here? (Yo don't think that I'm judging or anything...(⁠ ⁠⚈̥̥̥̥̥́⁠⌢⁠⚈̥̥̥̥̥̀⁠))

Hey guys, my exams are coming in May so sorry for the slow updates 

It's my birthday today, WOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOO 
          
          (It's not, but I feel like it hehe, don't wish me)

Happy birthday Hyunjinnie ❤️✨ (if you secretly have Wattpad, pls don't read my stories)

So erm... ignore this msg
          
          
          
          
          I do not know how to deal with emotions when said emotions are my own. For example, my mom said something, simple and mundane that makes sense to any human being. Now, it disrupted my plan for the day, and I'm tired af (if you read my msg earlier today). Now I'm annoyed. My first reaction was to get angry and hope my mom doesn't notice cuz then she'll give the lecture about how "if she doesn't teach me, who will", and mom, I KNOW THAT! 
          Anyways, so as soon as she leaves this room, my body feels like it's being pinched all over (or maybe it's cuz I'm tired so my body is just lazy).. Then I feel like crying. Then I spiral into self pity, "My legs are tired. I want more rest." Then I abruptly tell myself to stop because self pity is a way to justify myself when I'm in the wrong. Then I tell myself to stop "feeling like crying" because it's my fault. Then I think about how everyone expects me to be patient but when I feel like doing nothing, even when I don't have homework, I'm doing wrong. So I can't be free, cuz that's a waste of time and a crime. BUT THEN I STOP THAT THOUGHT TOO BECAUSE IT'S SELF PITY AGAIN!? UGH! 

My rant about someone I saw today, keep in mind, this all happened in four seconds. FOUR SECONDS.
          
          Today, in Spanish class, I was with my group doing our assignment, and then this guy walked in from the door to my left. At first I didn't notice him, his footsteps were silent... or maybe the class was too loud... But then, he said, "¡Hola Señora!" to my Spanish teacher, and immediately, he had my attention. The way his voice was low but loud enough to wear, the way the words rolled down his tongue so smoothly... I looked to the side to see who the voice belonged to, to see him walking in. His footsteps slow but confident. His pace intruding but polite. Then I noticed his sweater, or was it a jacket? There were square boxes on it, like a cardigan with granny squares. It fit him so perfectly. I didn't get the time to look at his shoes or the dark pants on his long legs because my eyes were then drawn to his hair. His beautiful, dark black and brown layered hair. Was it a mullet? Probably not, it was smaller than that. It was perfect. Like he knew what suited him the most... And oh my his face, so pretty. And lemme tell you, men with pretty faces and well groomed hair are just- *mwah* chef's kiss. He then walked to the teacher and I was back to my assignment. A small smile on my face because how did someone so beautiful enter my school? He looked young, as if he graduated last year. After class ended, I not-so discreetly asked my teacher who he was. His name was Adrian, I did not search him up, and he graduated from my school last year. My teacher said he wanted to take Spanish in senior year but he couldn't, so he came to tell the teacher that he was enrolled in an online Spanish class. How diligent. Guys... I've never found a human boy in real life so- so pretty. 
          
          Hopefully he never reads this.
          
          Or maybe, I just wasted y'all's time and made all of that up in my head. XD 
          
          Love y'all! 
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