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[flickre]

Unlike most students of college age, when presented with a sheet of sprawling blank paper and clutching a carefully sharpened number two pencil in hand, Junsu faced the great white bull with a tenacious kind of masochism that generated actual productivity, much to the contempt of his artistically-inclined peers. It was the kind of determination

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[ironside]

Even when they're not even my fandoms, I love your writing so ;__;

In reality, the paper was his two-dimensional practice room and if he could not sing circles and strokes there, then the only other hidden dimension was inside his head.

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[flickre]

aw, thank you T T ♥ i had been experimenting with a new style here.

[aleemin]

TT-TT

awesome

[flickre]

hehe thank you!

[flickre]

thanks, i'm glad you liked it. :)

[music3chick]

:(
I loved this

[flickre]

i'm really glad that you liked it. :) thank you for taking the time to read and comment (not only my fic but other people's too! i see you everywhere haha)

[music3chick]

i see you everywhere haha
haha, oops. I didn't know I was posting that much :)

[flickre]

Thank you! ♥ I put a lot of attention toward the details, so I'm really glad that you appreciate them. :)