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Ever since he was just a little boy, Changgu has loved writing. At first it was only short stories about his toys, about them going on adventures beyond this world.
He had bought his notebook with a small amount of money that he was able to scramble together during his trainee days. It was small, blue and smelled like fresh cotton. This was because Changgu kept it under his pillow, afraid of anyone finding it.
As he grew up, his writing had evolved from childish stories to something in-between a diary and a way to cope with his emotions. Spending your teenage years together with nine other testosterone-filled individuals was a challenge of its own. It didn't help that one of these individuals effected him more than anything else.
Yanan, 186 cm, Chinese, the most adorable thing on this planet. That's at least how Changgu would describe him. Not only had they managed to stay in the same dorm of two, they were also roommates. This wouldn’t have been an issue at all, if it wasn't for Changgu's notebook.
He knew the Chinese male wasn't a noisy person. Even though they practically lived on top of eachother they still had established their own privacy. Therefore he didn't worry about the stories lying a few meters away from his crush. He would never know.