surprise — I wrote another fic.
and before anyone panics: no, I’m not abandoning Whiskey in a Teacup. she’s still breathing, still unfolding every Friday like she always does. this is just something that showed up and wouldn’t stop humming until I gave it a place to land.
so, meet "No Strings Attached".
it’s quieter. slower. raw in a different way. this isn’t the ache that comes from trauma or outside noise—this is the ache that comes from seeing yourself too clearly.
where Whiskey Fic is love built through survival, No Strings starts from the other end: supposed meaninglessness. two people trying to keep things simple, detached, easy—until simplicity turns into honesty, and honesty turns into something neither of them can ignore.
and if you’ve read Whiskey Fic, then yes—you’ve briefly met Daehwan. he’s my multiverse constant. he exists across every universe I write in, a quiet thread connecting them all.
I won’t abandon this story like I did Sunsets Fic. I wrote Sunsets in three days straight—it was cathartic, messy, and necessary at the time. No Strings isn’t like that. this one’s deliberate. it’s something completely different I wanted to try, and I’m going to keep writing it alongside Whiskey Fic, just at different paces.
Whiskey will still update every Friday.
No Strings will be more like sporadic dumps—chapters dropped in clusters whenever they’re ready. no countdowns, no schedules, just rhythm.
I released Prologue through the Text Interlude all at once so you can fall straight into the heartbeat: the restraint, the slip, the ache, and the first quiet warmth.
read it in one sitting if you can—it’s meant to feel like one long exhale.
and yeah, sorry (but not sorry) for the surprise drop
