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Suga likes to tell himself that he is good at writing, even though he knows he isn’t. He sits, typing out crap on his macbook, the sound of the keyboard clacking gets louder and louder as he approaches the climax.
The loud clacking makes him feel like he’s actually good. Like he’s writing something really important, something life changing. Even if there are only around a thousand words on his Notepad in comic sans and half of this thousand words comprise mostly of the work “adore.”
“I adore you,” he said adoringly, looking into her adorable eyes with an equally adorable smile.
“I love dora – as much as I adore you, too” she replies adorably.
A door opens as he grinned unknowingly. She’s such a child – that’s what makes her adorable.
Suga likes to tell himself that his writing is going to change the world.
When he’s finally done, he copy-pastes it into asianfanfics.com, subbing in the “he” and “she”s with any generic Korean name he can find online. Then he posts it.
He’s not quite into the habit of rereading –the more he reads, the more he feels like he’s seen many of the words somewhere before. It’s not a good feeling, and Suga is all for positivity, so.
He shuts his laptop with a smile. He’s got around five thousand followers – if he mentions it in the interview, they’ll be sure to hire him.