It Always Hurts

by ImMadAtDisney

Summary:

It always hurt.

Always. His whole life. Every step, every wrong movment, his body screamed in pain. In life and in death, he hurt.

Always, in more ways than one.

 

Or

 

MADS GOT OBSESSED WITH THE DUDE WITH INE FUCKING LINE AND DECIDED TO GUVE HIM REALLY BAD CHRONIC PAIN!!!!

Notes:

Now...what do you get when you become obsessed with a character who only had one line, very little lore for you to build on, sleep deprivation and a dream

For me, it's this lol.

I got this incredible hc from @bad-but-sad-boi on tumblr and it INFESTED my brain, so I started writing this with the help of me bestie V (who is here in ao3 as Thorny Hailstorms <3<3<3) and while it originally was gon a be ine long oneshot. I felt like chapters would add a bit more weight to the story and stuff (i also just wanted to publish it now- WHO SAID THATTTTT)

This is my first fic for kpdh with hopefully many more to come, if this is your first time reading my writing just know I go HARD with the angst and this one came straight from home with my mommy issues.

So content warning for emotional abuse, medical neglect, narcissistic parent, slight dissociation (but not rly), bullying mention, school punishments, self hate, intense chronic pain and bitchy gwi ma

I don't suffer from this kind d of chronic pain myself (it's mainly affecting his joint and bones. Plus back, legs and arms) so PLEASE comment if I got anything wrong and how to fix it. Cause I saint for medical misrepresentation around here folks.

For quick reference. It's around the 80's or 90's cause I said so, and Baby is around twelev. Living in a small town in south Korea (duh)

Anyway~ enough with my rambling. You'll get more of that later. ENJOY DA FICCCCCC

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Chapter 1: Just in your head

Everything always hurt, always.

It wasn’t anything special, something that stuck down suddenly upon his life like a cruel curse for all his sins. It was just- there.

An ache that would turn into a blazing, painful hellfire that blazed silently to the rest of the world yet in its angriest moments could leave him collapsed on the floor in agony… until it would slowly fade again.

It lay silent within him, pain waiting to strike.

It wouldn’t let him run as fast as the other kids without feeling like his knees were being stabbed with burning hot knives and his muscles were pulled like taffy. He couldn’t climb trees or jump rope with the few friends he had without an invisible cannon ball struck his back at a million miles per hour and shattered into a thousand razor-sharp shards of pain on impact.

It hurt just to get up in the morning, to kneel over and try and put on that damn shoes that were always too small, to walk down the stairs and get yelled at relentlessly by his mother for being a dramatic, whinny little brat.

It hurt to walk to school, to hike up the endless hills that felt like mountains. Every step slower and harder than the last. It hurt when he’d get to school late every single morning, shame burning in his cheeks as he’d be forced to stand in front of the laughing classroom. Arms raised high above his head, shaking to fight against gravity for what felt like hours while his classmates snickered under their breath and his teacher would hit every tremor in his hands with a ruler.

The pain would never stop, it would never go away. no matter how much he prayed and begged and cried, it was still there with every breath he took.

So he learned to to be silent.

He learned to walk along the soft grass instead of the harsh stone stairs every morning so the steps would feel less heavy. He learned to bite his tongue when his knees would shake as he stood and pushed harder to stand up straight and walk anyway. Learned to get up before the sun so he could rub and stretch the worst of the pain out of his joints through the gentler light of the moon so his mother might just yell at him a bit less.

His pain was silent, yet it always burned… so he learned to be quiet too.

But unholy hell was this a new kind of evil.

He couldn’t get up, no matter how much he tried he couldn’t get his damn body to move he was in so much fucking pain.

Why…why today of all days did the universe have to do this?! He had a test first period, one he couldn't miss even if he wasn't already failing miserably. Missing this test would probably be the thing that would set him back a year adding to all his late entrances.

And if his mother found him like this…

he lay there through his first alarm, and his second, and his third. Barley able to reach over and shut off the ear-splitting bells without gasping for air from the knives that shot through his side just from moving his arm.

Get. Up.

Why was it so hard, so heavy? It felt as if an elephant had slept on his small frame all night long before waking and choosing to use his back as a trampoline. Breaking his bones and stabbing the shards anywhere it could.

You have to get up, you have to get up and stretch and pray so you can walk and put your uniform on and make your bed and look over the notes and make sue she takes the pills before breakfast come on you have to get up.

But he couldn’t, couldn’t do anything more than scream at himself in his mind and watch as the sun burned higher and higher in the sky like a death sentence. Gods he’s never felt it get this bad before. Never had it radiate from every minuscule part of his very being, all at once, leaving him holding back tears and groans with every breath and just begging to whatever Gods or whatever was there who could maybe give a shit to have mercy a-and make it stop so he could just get up.

But no one answered, nothing came. He could do nothing but lay there miserable while his body screamed and he heard the seconds tick by on his clock like a bomb sealing his fate and the wicked sun streaming through his torn blinds. feeling his heart pound louder against it and drop down to his feet when at last he heard those footsteps creek across the old wooden boards closer and closer and closer to his door.

Shit shit shit shit shit no.

“Ju-an”

His eomoni’s. voice dripped with venomous anger, her glare blazing bright against her sleep-less, sickly pale skin. “What in the name of the Gods are you still doing in that dirty bed you little brat?!”

She ripped the sheet off of him, throwing them straight to the ground as he managed to somewhat sit up purely from fear. Biting his tongue to force himself to breathe in spite of the aching pound in his chest.

“Eomeoni I-”

“Haggyo starts in five minutes and you’re still rotting in bed ah- you think that the class you are failing. will just sit there and wait for when you feel like getting up?!”

His arms screamed in protest when he pushed himself up against the hard headboard, legs still dragging limply and useless yet hurting with the fury of a thousand pissed-off suns and it was all he could do to look down at his lap like a dog and pray his eomoni wouldn’t see the tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

“Ugh- what are you still doing lazing around huh?! Get up before I drag you out of that damned bed myself you little-”

“I can’t-” His voice cracked with tears and desperation. that made his heart stop cold in its track.

No no no no no, he couldn't cry- not in front of her.

“Nae dali- they hurt Eomoni-” He didn’t even have to look up to feel her glare sink deeper with such disgust and shame with every small word that left his breath, making the tears freeze on his cheeks with fear.

Fuck.

“They hurt? They hurt?! Ay- how many times Ju-an are you going to do this?!” her anger blazed bright like a violent fire, burning deep into his soul as he sat there frozen and useless. his tears only seeming to fan the flame rather than snuffing it out.

“It’s all in you head lah! All in your stupid, attention seeking head!”She was throwing her hands in the air as she cursed, pacing around the room and throwing his things to the ground. Too disgusted to even look at him.

“What did you do to hurt?! Huh?! What made-up sickness rests in your weak bones other than foolishness! Nothing! You are not sick! You do not hurt! You are just a lazy and selfish waste of a child!”

He almost flinched, almost let himself cry harder. Almost let himself scream back at her about the knives that pierced his legs with every step, the stones of burden that would crush his back every night and day, almost screamed about how that pain was nothing compared to her poisoned glares.

He almost crawled out of bed, crawled to his knees, begged for forgiveness and love and relief.

Almost begged for his eomma.

…But he didn’t. That, at least was one thing he did know better than to ever ask for.

He just stayed silent, stared down, let his stupid tears dry and crust like patterns of pain on his cheeks. Silent, like always.

“You do not know what sickness feels like… what it is to live your life off pills that replace your body, to be cut up like a pig and have had the broken parts ripped out.”

Her voice spat shaper than daggers at each word, scowl ugly and done as she brushed off lint from her robe. “Hansimhan nom- I should drag you off to the old horse stalls so thy can beat that back of yours raw with a whip. Then you’ll have something to cry about jag-eun jwi.”

He said nothing still, only watched out of the corner of his sullen eyes as she marched out of his bedroom with the same thunderous stride, cursing under her breath as she locked the door behind her.

…he wasn’t leaving this room today, was he…

The tears came back with a roaring fury, pouring down like a dam had broken inside him as he very shakily laid back down. Not bothering with bankets and not letting a single sound leave his lips as he cried. Her footsteps echoing angerly from below squeezing his aching heart with fear and shame. Breaths short, pain bright, tears silent.

Cold, hellish flames danced in his mind. Burning the words in his mind over and over and over again.

Waste

Liar

Foolish

Stupid

Lazy

Your hurt is nothing compared to hers you brat, you only make it worse each time with your wining. You will never care, never love, she will never care for a faking, foolish waste like you.

But I can give you someone who does…

Chapter 2: Don't let them see, make it go away

Summary:

Teleporting is a pain in the ass, it's enever worth it. He dosnt have anywhere to go, so he's not gonna put himself through that torture. That was already Gwi-Ma's thing, he had no where to be.

But unfortunately, Jinu has a plan. And Min-jun's a bitch.

Notes:

This chapter ended up both taking longer to write and being longer than I planned soooooooooo that's fun I guess! <3

This chapter is less angsty than the last one so yall can breathe a bit, AND I got to come up with a fun list of names for all the Saja Boys~~~~~~ (here it is so yall don't get too confused)

Jinu=Jinu (duh)
Abby=Min-jun
Romance= Dae-ho
Baby=Ju-an
Mystery=Sinbi (which is just mystery in Korean, AINT I SO CREATIVE YALLLLL-)

So yeah, this chapter was halfway written already yet it STILL took me a while so it's gonna be a bit longer for the next one to come out too (sry but homework be biting my ass these days -_-) and this part focuses on how his chronic illness changed when he became a demon.

Im really trying my best to describe this realistically as I can through my late night's spent doing many forms of research (plus very minor personal experience that is different lol) but if it's off or if you have any advice on how to make him suffer PLEASE CALL ME OUT FOR MY BULLSHIT

Anygays NO MORE DILLYDALYING LETS GET TO THIS WEEKS CHAPTWR OF TOUTURING THE GOOGOOGAGA MAN

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Everyday since then, he treated that house like the hell he was determined to claw his was out of.

Funny that it took selling his soul to the devil himself to finally do it.

His voice had always been there, long before he truly broke. It would yell over his mothers berates and screams, the countless razor-sharp insults and mockings from those he wanted to call friends. It somehow yelled over his own voice in his head, the voice who would hurt worst of all.

Gwi-Ma roared over them all, definably not any better, not with those same flares of disgust and shame everyone threw at him. Just- different, warmer, better. For his flame offered peace where the voices just called for more hate and war, he offered relief, rest, love.

it was comforting, in the most twisted way. Torn between those echoing threats and the temptful promises. Hearing that crackling, ancient voice pull his away from the constant pain with those equally cruel yet condoling words and promises to make them better. make the voices go away, the pain stop.

he grew up with those promises, cried to sleep with those echos. That distant demonic fire somehow raised him with more comfort than his own mother did, saving him as she tried to down them both.

And once he finally caved, the demon king’s promises did not fall short.

His pain was gone. His pain was actually gone. For the first time in his life- he was able to go up the stairs without feeling like he was being stabbed with every step. Able to run through the trees and feel the wind and sun on his face without his body shutting down with pain.

His legs were finally strong enough to hit back those who kicked him in the corner of the school, strong enough to walk away from from his mother’s sea of poison and take his first breath of air without burden. There was no more invisible pain for people to judge him for, mock him and shame him into hiding.

His voice wasn’t one of a liar now, but one of an artist. His words were sung by the biggest stars who never laughed at him but praised him for every stroke of his pen. He had more now, he was more.

Until… he didn’t, of course. He sold his soul to the devil, and good could never stay good for too long.

The patterns grew past the point of being able to hide under baggy clothes and bracelets and makeup. They became more and more as his words came less and less, skin turning the same purple as the bruises he’d get as a child until it was the only color he recognized in the mirror. Blue eyes that had barely begun to shine again grew knife sharp slits that cut through sinful gold. Sharp ears and sharp claws and sharp fangs and-

Gwi-Ma…

His flame didn’t feel so warm anymore. It burned cold. A sharp, torturous cold that burned a lifetime’s worth of lies and screams and trusts broken over and over and over again into his mind. The kind voices turned cruel as they droned on with a stabbing buzz in the corners of his mind. Always there, every word he cried to became truth, and every one that wiped the tears became truth.

It wasn’t loud, not as loud as those that hid behind the pained screams of other demons with the same fate as him. Gwi-Ma was still softer on him than with most… even now.

But it was always there, all of it. Always, it will always hurt.

“Aegi? Aeeeeeeegi?”

Ah, fuck. Great. Here came his actual eternal punishment. People.

“I’ve told you a dozen times now to not call me that muscle brains.” He rolled his eyes, scowling as the older demon towered over him. His fangs poking his bottom lips as he smirked and looked him over with all four pairs of eyes. His gaze landing on one thing in particular.

“Whatcha writing there aegi?”

His eyes narrowed, flashing an angrier gold as he hugged the notebook tight against his chest. Hiding the scribbled thoughts from his intrusive gaze. “Nothing I- ugh, do you actually need something from me Min-Jun or is your boyfriend not around for you to cling to.”

He chuckled at his pissed off tone, eyes glowing with mischief, “Actually…” Ah fuck, I hate that look, “Jinu sent me to get you, little flame, apparently he wants to show us something~”

….dammit.

Ever since his not-so-recent arrival down to these pits of hell. Jinu’s small group of fellow lost souls had found him minding his own damn business and decided to adopt him like he was a motherfucking puppy. Deeming him their "'Aegi” since he refused to tell those bastards the name he hated so much.

At this point he hated the demeaning nickname and constant pestering far more than his actual eternal suffering. They were his punishment, without a doubt. Annoying. Assholes.

“Ooh! a ‘something’, how fun!” He chirped up, smiling at Min-jun with his voice dripping sarcasm, “How abouttttttt no” he bit back with a dismissive sharp glare, turning away from him with a swish of his cloak and tried to go back to the smeared words on his page.

“Okay thennnnnnnn- yoink!” With that both his notebook and pen were ripped right out of his claws. The tall bastard holding it over his head as Ju-an jumped and clawed at him, Min-jun just chuckling as he held it higher and higher and flipped through the pages.

“Min-jun ahhh!!! Give that back you fucking asshole!”

He just laughed harder, almost in petty protest as he dodged every one of his desperate attacks. Always keeping the book juuuuuuuust out of his reach, the worn pages looking like they were on the verge of falling out with each jagged movement.

No!

Right before he was about to full-on football tackle the bastard saute him with a smirk and faded away in a swirl of shimmering red ash. Letting him fall face first to the ground with an angry screech and a mouthful of dirt.

Min-jun you are a dead man.

Double-dead, since him and the rest of the grandpa squad had already been dead for decades if not centuries. triple dead by the time Ju-an was done with him.

He was going to find that cunt and rip him and his stupid abs to shreds before stabbing his eyes out for reading his book-

Wait- shit. Shit shit shit shit shit he has my book, he’s going to rad through all my things and my songs and he’s probably going to show Jinu and the others- oh fuck no.

the last thing he wanted was for anyone- especially them to know he wrote music. And to have them actually read it, no no no no no he’d rather die all over again. No one was allowed to read his songs, not anymore.

There honestly weren't many things he hated about his new form, his punishment, if anything he hated the memory of the boy he used to see in the mirror a lot more. With his ugly blue eyes and frizzy hair and puffed out cheeks, cheeks swollen from beatings of crying. swollen from weakness.

But the one thing he did hate… was the teleporting. the way his body would buzz and sizzle after every jump like he’d been struck by a thunderstorm’s worth of lightning. His back going completely out in the aftermath like one of a goddamn old man and leaving him on his knees wherever he landed. it would always take him at least twenty minutes for it to go away too, just to be able to stand. And the pain would linger silently in his bones for hours.

But…

He needed his notebook, where he held all his nightmares and tears and lies from before, the things he didn’t have the voice to say and the memories he didn’t have the strength to keep… he couldn’t afford to waste time walking all the way to the corner of caves those losers dwelled in. He walked too damn slow, even flying would take him at least half an hour with his curse…

So he didn’t let himself think about it. He jumped, cells dissipating to ash. The misery of Gwi-Ma’s flames brushing against his skin with that burning cold with every fraction of a second. Lightning coursing through his veins and burning him from the inside.

Fuck Min-jun, all you fuckers are so dead.

He landed on his knees, an army of razor-sharp pebbles digging into his legs upon greeting but with no effect as the rest of his body buzzed with lingering pain.

“F-fuck” he felt like he had glitched in and out of existence, the shrill ringing in his ears almost loud enough to drown out the crackle fire of their demon king. His vision blurred with hazy pink and spots of white that wouldn’t go away no matter how hard he blinked. The haze making both Min-jun and Dae-ho’s hair look even uglier than usual and Jinu’s smirk looked cockier than sin tinted pink as the three of them flipped through the stolen notebook, oohing and awing like it was made of jewels while writing in their own fucking notes?!

I ssibal nomdeul-en jug-eoss-eo!!!!!

He lunged forward, body screaming in protest but his anger pushed him through it as he fought to tackle Jinu t the ground but unfortunately that bitch was built like a fucking wall and barley looked annoyed at his weak punches. Ju-an’s legs were still too weak and shaky to keep him upright for much longer.

So he bit his ankles.

Razor sharp shark-teeth ripped through clothes and flesh, Jinu let out such an ungodly high pitched scream he was sure it was gonna shatter the Honmoon into a million pieces like a pane of glass.

“Gahhh!!!” His voice cut off even high as he sunk his teeth deeper to the bone and clung to him like a parasite, “Get it off, get it off, get it offfffff!”

Jinu shook his leg like a madman, screaming his head off like a banshee while the unhelpful thieving bastards were dying laughing behind him. Poor Sinbi standing silent among it all with a dead look until finally with one final kick he sent both the notebook and Ju-an flying. Landing right on his ass not-so-softly next to Sinbi’s feet but wasted no time snatching his book back. Glaring at the group with fire in his eyes.

“Damnnnnnn Agei!” Dae-ho smirked, “and here I thought Sinbi was the only rapid dog we’d have to deal with”

Min-jun laughed smugly as Jinu kept jumping around like an idiot next to them, clutching his throbbing ankle and muttering soft curses under his breath while Ju-an just glared harder at the three of them.

“You two are next you motherfucking-” But the second he tried to stand back up his visions swam with a blur of colors and he fell back down in a haze. Breathing heavily and trying to blink the demons he still needed to tear apart back into focus.

Fuck fuck fuck please don’t notice anything, this is gonna be infinitely more annoying if they start asking questions

Jinu elbowed Min-jun’s chest harshly with a venomous glare, still clutching his ankle like a buffoon. Whatever words were coming out of his mouth came fuzzy and muffled. Like something was holding his head underwater.

“Ow- ugh Abs this is why I told you stealing his little book was a bad idea!”

“What? I got him here didn’t I?”

He tried to narrow his glare even harder at the mans cocky smirk but with just the thought of it black spots danced across his vision and his skull felt like it was on the verge of splitting open with all the flashing hot colors. So he settled on hoping it looked just as murderous as he felt.

“What did you even want Jinu?” He hugged his notebook tight against his chest, hoping the pressure would by some miracle ease the swirling behind his eyes and cursing internally when Jinu gave him a slightly concerned one-over as he was still half laying on the dirty, ash covered ground like a petty child. Looking even smaller and worthless than usual.

Get up idiot, they already treat you like a child enough as it is and this defiantly isn’t helping. Gods how are you still so fucking weak!

The words roared louder than the pestering ringing, so he bit back a groan as he pushed himself up from the ground with shaking knees. A monstrous wave of fuzzy white crashing into his vision even worse than before with just the small effort of moving, he barely avoiding crashing into Sinbi’s arms when he finally stood. Leaning against the cave’s jagged walls as casually as demonly possible while the sea still roared and crashed behind his skull.

Despite the boy’s hazy gaze and weirdly paled expression. This seemed good enough for Jinu.

“I have a plan, one to get rid of the honmoon. For good.”

Oh Gods, I teleported for this? Really? Asshole.

He faded in and out of the conversation, just trying to sail through the storm of dizziness and keep himself from falling flat on his face and not having the energy left over to give a flying fuck about whatever nonsense Jinu was bribing the others on.

Then one thing caught his attention.

“And Agei- you’ll write the songs and be the makan-”

He didn’t even let him finish, biting back despite the flare of pain that shot up his spine from yelling. “No! Hell no- I’m still gonna kill you for even daring to look through my things and I'd rather die all over again than go with your stupid plan!”

My songs aren't meant to be sung, not anymore. Never again.

“Oh come on!” He whined, voice feeling like nails on a chalkboard with such desperation that only made him angrier, “We saw what you wrote! You’re good little flame, we’d just need to make the tone a little brighter and more upbeat and we’d be set! You could be the perfect golden makane!”

“Yeah Aegi” Min-jun chimed in. Leaning with one arm slung around Jinu’s shoulder and the other wrapped around Dae-ho’s waist. “We need a cute rapper, and songs to sing”

“We do this and we get more souls” Dae-ho agreed, leaning into his lover’s embrace as he placed a hand on the taller ones chest. The brighter Gwi-Ma burns the less shit he gives all of us.” They all fought back, all the words drowning each other out as they fruitlessly tried to convince him. None of them seeing the way his knees shook as he stood.

“No.” His tone was firm, dangerous, final. Ash that had been dead and dormant on the floor for ages flaring pink for a second just from his anger, dissipating in a small wave with his tone. Pushing himself off the wall despite the fact he very much was still swaying were he stood just to make Jinu back the fuck down.

I’m not doing this, not again. It was hell before and it’ll be worse if I’m actually the one onstage.

“I don’t dance, I-I don’t sing I’m not doing this. You were never supposed to go through my stuff you fucking prick those were- I’m-” His head churned, anger melting against his will at the burst of lightheadedness and his train of thought slowly crashing into a ditch.

He stumbled back, gripping to the wall again with shaking hands and bumping into Sinbi for a fraction of a second. Fuck. “I’m just not doing it!”

You weakling, they’re gonna see. They’re gonna know, look at you being a whiney little brat . Weather or not you do it they’re going to hate you in the end just like they did … everyone hates you eventually.

Jinu pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, not noticing or caring his friend’s bout of weakness in his focus on trying to make this work.

Sinbi on the other hand, he kept his hands on Sinbi’s shoulders. Not saying anything, not hurting him in threat for disobeying. Not to try and keep him from storming off or attacking the others. Just- keeping him steady, grounded. Supporting him without a word that somehow put him even more on edge.

Wait- fuck, what the fuck is he doing. Fuck he saw, of course he saw god-fucking-dammit. Shit, no no no look how weak you are. He sees how weak you are you pathetic little shit-

“Fine, fine. I won’t make you write anything if you don’t want to” Jinu sighed, crossing his arms with a huff. Clearly not happy as he grit his teeth. “But we still need a fifth member so for the love of Gwi-Ma will you please just suck it up so we can make this work”

Ju-an looked away, focusing on the notebook in his arms as he used every ounce of strength to push the colors away from his vision. Clear the haze, focus on the messy words scribbled on every inch of the crumpled paper. The doodled in the corners, the ink that smeared from writing too fast. All the words he didn’t have the strength to say out loud.

Jinu’s plan was stupid, even for him. Ju-an could barely walk from the constant ache burning in his bones ever since falling to the underworld. Pain he’d forgotten how hellish it could really . He’d gone from breathing air in the heavens to drowning in lakes of misery, from laughing with friends he used to call brothers and helping them perfect every verse and spin of dance, to barley being able to take a step himself without pain.

It hurt even more now, seeing how beautiful everything was when he didn’t have to be silent.

And yet Jinu caught that silence. “It’ll go away, whatever voices or memories he’s haunted you with… I’m gonna make it go away. For all of us.”

He scoffed, looking back up at him with a little more strength than before. “I've already made a deal with the devil once”

“Exactly.” Jinu smirked, uncrossing his arms and offering a hand just like the dramatic bitch he was. “What do you have left to lose?”

…Fucking Jinu…

He pushed himself away from Mystery, eyes flared gold.

“Nothing.”

Notes:

Tee hee<3

Love me a little cliffhanger <3

I personally LOVE the idea of Mystery being like, the silent supportive kind of friend and Bb hating all of his brothers like the petty bitch he is yet would still 110% kill/die for them.

Real quick to clear things abt my bb backstory (speed run edition since I wanna leave some things ✨️dramatic✨️) after Gwi-Ma took away his chronic pain he wrote songs for a k-pop group who took him in as their own. Accepted him, heard him, loved him. Baby wasn't an idol himself....but he finally had a family.

Until he didn't.

SO THERES A LITTLE STM FOR YALL TO THINK ABT, TIME TO DISAPPEAR INTO DA WRITING VOID WITHOUT ANY FUTHER EXPLANATION>:)))))))

Drop a comment (or a dozen) if you liked it, long comments feed my soul (then i don't have to go preaching to the choir for them-) and I hope you enjoyed, drink water and sleep so yoy don't have to join my shitty eyes bags club and HAVE A GREAT EXISTENCE PPL LUV U BYEEEEEEEE

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Notes:

Tee hee<3

So that's chapter one, second is almost done but I ain't gonna say anything so I don't jinx myself lol.

But yeahhhhhhh, i hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Comment down below if you liked it (or if you wanna give bb a hug, or some hot sauce, or wanna yell at me for hurting him I love that too)

Have a grat day/night/existence, SLEEP AND DRINK H20!!!

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