It's 08:48 AM on a Monday and I'm thinking about whether or not Wonyoung reads my fics. Sigh. feels like a good time to plug this again yes i’m shameless, i love this fic too much

Once a year, you sit in a booth, in Cafe Dérive . On the other side of the barrier, a voice—soft, trembling, sometimes furious, sometimes exhausted—belongs to a girl who carries the weight of the world on her shoulders. You’re not supposed to know who she is. She’s not supposed to know you. But year after year, she comes back. And year after year, you realize that maybe anonymity, or at least, the pretense of it, is the only place where someone like her can finally breathe.
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